"Is this a laser wound?" the doctor asked, releasing the seal around Lana's wrist.

"Yeah," Brady rasped.

"It's never something simple. Everything here is an emergency or nothing at all," the doctor complained.

Brady watched him clean the wound.

"You're filthy," the doc said, glancing up at him. "Go back and shower in the nurses' locker room. I can't have you spreading any contaminants you might be carrying. You army-types are worse than Elise's crew. You shouldn't be here at all with all the filth you look like you've rolled in."

Brady chewed back a retort about how this particular army-type had been battling insurgents to reach them on the Peak. No one here understood that they were surrounded by an enemy even Brady couldn't figure out yet. Unaccustomed to the abrupt treatment, he clenched his jaw and obeyed.




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