With a final heave the sheet of metal was lifted and moved aside, with a thud it landed nearby. Underneath was an Alstair female in a fetal position who as the metal moved peeked out carefully from her curaled up spot, the depression she had fallen into likely having saved her from getting crushed by the heavy metal. Scans by a medical person would show she had some low level bruises and burns, and a broken right hand but otherwise was fine. They could either treat her or get her standing and move away from the area to get to a hospital on her own.

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“Medic!” Kord called not knowing who would answer first.

• Kord, XO

“Right here,” said Liz through her teeth as she began the work of treating her patient. “Thank God, the damage seems treatable here.” Her expert hands waved a bone knitter over the patient’s hand to repair the fractures, and she sprayed a topical burn treatment over the exposed burns on her skin.

“You’re going to be fine,” soothed Liz as she stroked her patient’s hair lovingly. “Let’s get you up and around. What’s your name?”