"You're a mess, Steve. Broken ribs, compound fracture of the left tibia, broken humerus. Scars, mars, abrasions, some flashburn and post-accident shock. And if you're interested, not a trace of Mekstrom's Disease."
#Mekstrom's Disease—?# was my thought of horror.
"Forget it, Steve. I always check for it because it's been my specialty. Don't worry."
#Okay. So how long have I been here?#
"Eight days."
#Eight days? Couldn't you do the usual job?#
"You were pretty badly ground up, Steve. That's what took the time. Now, suppose you tell me what happened?"
#Catherine and I were eloping. Just like most other couples do since Rhine Institute made it difficult to find personal privacy. Then we cracked up.#
"What did it?" asked the doctor. "Perceptives like you usually sense danger before you can see it."
#Catherine called my attention to a peculiar road sign, and I sent my perception back to take another dig. We hit the fallen limb of a tree and went over and over. You know the rest.#