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It was one and a half light years to the nearest medical depot. It put the transport closer to Earth, but they were still over three light years away from their ultimate destination.
Morg was doing the best he could to pilot the ship and take care of his two sick passengers. If he was well, nursing the Earthling and Trikian would be tolerable. But he was getting sicker and the energy he had available to devote to others was dwindling. The mere thought of walking from the bridge to the sleeping quarters to service patients was exhausting.
The Trikian was the sickest. It was most likely because he caught the disease or infection a week or more before Morg and the kid. When he wasn’t comatose, he was delirious talking to invisible visitors, comrades, and family members. He went back and
