Shanley insists on setting Ramsey’s broken
nose before he turns to other concerns. “Won’t take but a minute,”
he says, and I can hear the crunch of cartilage as he pops it back
into place. Ramsey grits his teeth and Conlan flinches, has to look
away. But Shanley ignores the pain shining in Ramsey’s icy eyes.
You’re a stronger man than me, doc. There’s no way
I’d be able to stay nonchalant with that man glaring at me like
that.
With Maclin and Ramsey taken care of,
Ellington claps his hands, breaking up the crowd. “Okay, people?
We’re still under alert here. Maybe we can go back to the quarters?
Just until Dr. Shanley gives us a green light. What do you say?” A
few of the colonists grumble, but when he glances around at them,
they shuffle away in small groups, twos and threes,
