Fortunately, the staff in Medbay had taken the Surfer contacting them very seriously and already had a stretcher prepped, hovering there, with techs and nurses holding life-saving equipment also hovering nearby.

"There they are!" said Dr. Gym'll. "Is surgical suite one prepped?"

"Yessir," said a tech. "What about the organ-cloning lab, sir?"

"Rider's body is resistant to cloned organs due to alteration on a molecular level, we have to repair what's already there."

"Ah, grife," said the tech, making it clear how much harder that would make things.

The technicians took Rich away from Grif and got him up on the stretcher. Holo-displays of his vitals suddenly flared to life and the immediate flashing red warning messages, irregular heartbeat display, and warning beeps made it clear that his condition was not good.

They took his helmet off and cut open his transuit and uniform with laser shears, and started attaching tubes and masks and inserting IVs and doing everything they needed to do, with Gym'll shouting out instructions every step of the way.

"Move move move!" said Gym'll, and they started to run him towards the surgical suite.

One of the nurses, a pink Ralmusian, put her hand on Grif's arm.

"Are you injured, Doubletime?" she asked.