“Look between her toes Doc.” Malloy’s voice cut across the conversation. “That’s where women tend to shoot up.”
“Our local cop with the howitzer. Malloy, what are you still doing here?”
“Orders from dispatch. Stay here and assist as needed. Reed’s over there stuffing trash into bags.” Paschal turned back to the doctor but he had already gone, heading back to the team effort.
“Colonel Paschal Sir. Message from Bethesda. They’re setting up an emergency ward on the grounds. A big tent, the patient’s too large to get through the doors. Bethesda say it’ll be as well-equipped as any intensive care unit as long as it doesn’t rain. They’ve got jury-rigged power lines all over the grass.”
Paschal nodded. Over by Maion, the medical team suddenly gave a loud cheer and the work pace slackened. Lemuel saw the reaction and looked over at Paschal, unable to ask the question he wanted to. “Don’t worry Lemuel, that’s good news. At a guess, I’d say they’ve stabilized her for movement. The Doctor will tell you more.”
It was the same doctor who had come across earlier. This time he was considerably more relaxed. “Colonel, I’m Doctor Zinder, Dan Zinder. Sorry I was abrupt earlier, but things were pretty close for a while there.”
“No problem. This is Lemuel-Lan, your patient’s mate.”
“Lemuel-Lan. OK, situation. Your mate has lost a lot of blood and has severe internal injuries. We’ve stopped the internal bleeding for a while at any rate and we’ve bulked out her blood supply. That’s a holding action, we’re not quite sure what to do next about her blood loss. Normally we’d give her a blood transfusion but we don’t have any stocks of angelic blood. Johns Hopkins is looking at using daemonic blood and we’re checking to see if any colors are compatible with white. Now, her wings. Each wing has been broken in five places, twice on the inner bone, twice on the outer, one on the joint between the two. We’ve splinted the straightforward breaks but the joints are a very complex injury, one we have no experience with. Our big worry in the short term is marrow getting loose from those broken bones and entering her bloodstream. If that happens and it forms a clot, its all over. Longer term, it looks to me as if the breaks were intended to permanently cripple her ability to fly. I’ve got a call in to the Royal Victoria Hospital in Belfast, they’ve got more experience in ruined joints there than anybody. If anybody can fix her, they can.”
Doctor Zinder stopped as the HH-60 spooled up its engines and started to take off. Over by Maion, the staff surrounding her were bracing themselves. “One, two lift” and they transferred Maion on to a load pallet. The HH60 moved overhead, cables hanging from its slung-load hook. They were fastened to the corners of the pallet and the HH-60 started to lift to take the strain. Three nurses jumped onto the pallet as well, Paschal recognized one of them as ‘Grace’.
“Doctor, riding the pallet like that is.. “
“Against regulations and they aren’t wearing safety harnesses either. But we absolutely need them on there to make sure nothing goes horribly wrong in mid-transit. Anyway, ever tried stopping a Navy nurse from looking after a patient?”
The HH-60 climbed away and turned south-east for the Bethesda hospital, Lemuel’s eyes following the helicopter as it set off. Paschal thought for a second and then made his decision. “Lemuel, we have to drive around by road, It’ll take us ten or twenty minutes. You can fly there much faster, just follow the helicopter. Try not to break anything when you land.”
Lemuel’s expression was disbelieving. “You will trust me?”
“Of course we trust you. You’ve got your mate to worry about, that’ll come first for you. Now move.” Paschal watched Lemuel take off. I wish I could do that. he thought, then he got on the link to the F-22s still circling overhead. Trust, but verify.
Angelic Treatment Ward, Bethesda Naval Hospital, Bethesda, MD
“It’s a bit like a bat.” Doctor Zinder was looking at the X-ray on the computer screen. “Feathered of course and there’s no leading edge claw. There are three bones running back from the leading edge, not two. Otherwise, very similar. That joint, it’s complex and it’s crushed. Doctor Mackay?”
The reply came over the computer in the harsh accent of northern Ireland. “We know those injuries. The wing breaks, triangular with the shatter pattern downwards. I’d say the wing was held across two blocks and struck by a heavy bar over the space between. The joint the same. Very much like the IRA used to do. We’ll need better X-rays than this though. I’ll get my team ready to come over.”
“Thank Hell for that.” Zinder was relieved. “We’re out of our depth here with those joints. We’re fixing the wing bones now, extending the wing inserting titanium screws to hold the bone parts together and splinting, but that five-way joint… We don’t even know where to start. You’re portalling through?”
“Of course.” Mackay was laughing. “With that damned volcano in Iceland spouting dust, it’s getting to be like Hell here in Ireland. Only aircraft with hell-filters are flying and they can’t make it across the Atlantic. We’ll be arriving as soon as the portal is opened.”
“We’ll be waiting for you Eamon. And thank you.”
Zinder shut the link off and went back into the main body of the extemporized ward. It was still being set up and a long line of technicians were bringing equipment over and plugging it into the spaghetti-tangle of extension cables. Maion was stretched out on an operating table constructed from stout cargo pallets. Her wings were almost invisible under the array of two-by-four timbers being used as splints. Beside her, Lemuel sat silently, holding her hand.
“What is this?” Lemuel had looked up and was pointing at a display.
“That monitors her heartbeat, the other one is her blood-oxygen level. We call them vital signs indicators. Maion’s look pretty strong. She’s got this far Lemuel, and she’s a fighter. That’s the most important thing of all. And she’s got all of us fighting alongside her.”
“As long as I do what you say.” Lemuel assumed that was naturally the case and was shocked when Doctor Zinder exploded in anger, his face going dead white except for redness surrounding his eyes.
“How dare you! How dare you suggest I would neglect a patient because you wouldn’t do what somebody else wanted. Listen to me Lemuel, and you’d better remember it. I do not know what kind of society you come from although I can make some guesses. But you are on Earth and this is a hospital. Maion will get the best treatment we can possibly provide. No reservations, no exceptions. When you suggest we might do anything else, you insult me, you insult the people who are working here all night to look after her, you insult the three nurses who risked their lives to make sure she got here safely. You are insulting a group of Irish doctors who are coming thousands of miles on the off-chance that their skills and experience will help Maion fly again.”
Zinder paused, took a deep breath and let his blood pressure go down. “That Colonel out there, Colonel Paschal, yes, he will want you to do things. Give us information, provide us with data. Probably more. And he will offer you deals and put other kinds of pressure on you. But if he walks into this ward and tells us to stop work, we’ll kick his ass out of here. Or, if he talks to that nurse there,” he pointed to Grace, “Colonel or not if he makes the same suggestion to her, she’ll probably head-butt him. Now do we understand each other?”
Lemuel nodded. “I am sorry Doctor.” What neither of them knew was that was the first time in more than four millennia that an angel had made a sincere apology to a human.
UH-60L Quebec-Four-Two, Approaching Bethesda, Maryland.
“An angel. A real, live angel.” Norman Baines was as close to ecstatic as he’d ever been.
“Two of them in fact. Only one of them won’t be talking to anybody for a long time. She’s in intensive care and the medics are still iffy about whether she will survive.” General Schatten hoped that she would, it would make maneuvering her mate so much easier. He looked at Baines and shook his head slightly. Their trip had been slightly delayed while the Director of Research had been found in the archives by his secretary, cleaned up and quickly fed.