"There it is! Ugh! Grr! Stop... holding me... down... Wash!"
"You'll bust your stitches!"
"Let... ugh... go! It's a Vykker!"
"The intern is Slap. He saved you! The Vykker is his supirior."
"They'll hurt us! Like they did in Vykker's Vivinfection!
"No. They work as the doctors h-"
"NO!"
Linc finally burst from Wash's grip and leapt from his bed. He stormed towards Dek, arms outstretched, before he sighed and collapsed to the sterile-ish floor. Blood seaped out from his bandages.
Wash ran over to him. "Dek! Slap! Help me!"
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