31
“Good god, Morg. What did you do to yourself?”
As the Earthling worked on Morg’s wounds, he kept talking to himself. When he ran out of gibberish to say, he whistled tunes from his teenage years. It was the only way he could stay awake. He had at least another hour of surgical repair on the Yandan before bedding down for some much-needed sleep. If he didn’t get the wounds cleaned, cauterized, and filled in with surgical putty before passing out, the Yandan would die.
He needed the Yandan to survive. In fact, he was desperate to make sure Morg pulled through. Without another experienced pilot, he was sure the maniacs who tried to kill them on Alpha 30 would overtake the transport and board it. Any other time auto-pilot was good enough while he and Morg recuperated. But, not this time.
