Chandler frowned. "No need of that."
Again Kotenko smiled. "That's what I told them, but medical men sometimes get carried away with their importance in these emergencies."
Chandler tossed the blanket from his legs and stood up. "I feel fine," he said.
He led Kotenko down a makeshift aisle between the rows of injured. At the front entrance, he was intercepted by Marta.
"Where do you think you're going?" she demanded.
"To the center."
"But—"
"No arguments. We've got a lot of work to do."
"You make it sound as though there's no time," she said.