He threw the empty hypo back in the bag, and shut it savagely. Then he stood up, and looked around for Bila.
"A drink of water, please," he said, catching the other's eye.
"Certainly, starman," he replied, handing over a gourd.
Dillon drank deeply, then wiped his mouth. He handed back the gourd and picked up his bag. As he pushed his way through the crowd, Bila followed.
"Kylano will be well now?" said the alien.
"I don't know. I just don't know. I hope so."
"Is there anything more you can do?"
"Perhaps. If I knew just what he was sick with, and I had the right drugs to treat it, I could do a lot. As it is...." He left the sentence hanging.
"If the Gods will it, he will live."
"Pray that they will it. In the meantime, you might bathe his forehead every now and then. It'll help to make him more comfortable."