Wash looked upon his friend for the first time since he was wheeled into the O.R. He had never seen anyone with so many machines connected to him. Tubes, wires, linking up to displays that bleeped out of sync. Linc himself lay still, only his slow breathing indicating that he was alive at all. He was very pale and gaunt, looking very ill. Wash looked uncertainly at the Vykker who had brought him.
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