He found the doctor clinging to his operating table with his knees and applying a bandage to one of his nurses' head.
"Hello, Doc," said Channing. "Help?"
"Grab Jen's feet and hold her down," snapped the doctor.
"Bad?" asked Don as he caught the flailing feet.
"Seven stitches, no fracture," said the doctor.
"How's the other one?"
"Unconscious, but unharmed. Both asleep in bed, thank God. So was I. Where were—? You're Channing; all doped up with gravanol and adhesive. Thank yourself a god for that one, too. I'm going to need both of my nurses, and we'll all need you."
"Hope I can do some good," said Don.
"You'd better. Or any good I can do will be wasted. Better start right now. Here," the doctor produced a set of keys, "these will unlock anything on the ship but the purser's safe. You'll need 'em. Now get along and do something and leave the body-mending to me. Scram!"
"Can you make out all right?"