"No," said Sale, face melting with terror. "No spend night—"
He couldn't talk. He fell to the ground.
"Quick," said a voice, in the bleary vortex over him. "Give him a shot of food liquid, another of sedative. He needs sustenance and rest."
"No rest!" screamed Sale.
"Delirious," said one man softly.
"No sleep!" screamed Sale.
"There, there," said the man gently. A needle poked into Sale's arm.
Sale thrashed. "No sleep, go!" he mouthed horribly. "Oh, go!"
"Delirious," said one man. "Shock."
"No sedative!" screamed Sale.