He went out into the corridor, a tall, quiet man with cool blue eyes and firm lips. Dr. Kenneth Morrissey was waiting for him. The younger man looked troubled.
“Surgery, Doctor?”
“Come on,” Bruno said. “We’ve got to get ready. How’s Wheeler?”
“Simple fracture of the radius, I think. I’m having plates made.”
“Turn him over to one of the other doctors,” Bruno suggested. “I need your help.” He used his key on the locked door. “Gregson’s in good shape for the experiment.”
Morrissey didn’t answer. Bruno laughed a little.
“What’s bothering you, Ken?”
“It’s the word experiment,” Morrissey said.
“Pentothal narcosynthesis was an experiment when they first tried it. So is this—empathy surrogate. If there’s a risk, I’ll be taking it, not Gregson.”
“You can’t be sure.”