“Then perhaps you can help us with him. When he arrived here, he was in a state of acute shock in which he was almost violent. He kept screaming about witchcraft and all sorts of Terran nonsense. We gave him as much treatment as we could, under the circumstances, and he stopped acting like a wildman.”
“How is he now?”
“Numb. He’s sitting on his bed, in a special room, and staring at the wall.”
“He isn’t out of his mind, is he?”
“I don’t think so, but he has had a tremendous strain and shock. It’ll take awhile. He isn’t of the same structure as the other one.”
Lors sighed wearily. “I’ll see what I can do with him. Commander Zark has plans for him.”
“Another switch?” The doctor made no attempt to cover his disgust over the idea.
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“An accident, I believe.”
“From bad to worse, huh?”
Lors didn’t answer him. He merely made a motion with his hand for the doctor to show him where the Terran was being kept. Doctor Zuloe nodded and pointed toward a door at the far end of the ward. A blue uniformed spacer stood guard before the door. He clicked his heels as Lors approached.