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friend turned toward him did North see the blood on the right side of his face.
Quickly Morn came to him. "Don't try to move," he told North, "You are badly hurt."
"And you?" North asked.
"A few bruises and some broken teeth that will grow back," replied Morn. "Don't worry about me. Just stay still and lie back down," he ordered. At that moment one of their team mates ran up.
"I flew to a call box," he said, "and summoned two stretcher teams. They should be here in only a few minutes. There's a hospital only a short distance from here."
"Only one would have been necessary," came a voice from behind them, and they all looked in that direction. The opposing team was there gathered around their companion, who had been laid out on the ground. "The Holy Ghost has taken him," said the team leader.
"Are you sure?" asked Morn, walking over and kneeling by the form only to rise. "It is so," he affirmed, "his life is gone."
A few moments later two men dropped from the sky carrying a medical stretcher. When Morn saw them, he motioned toward North.
"This one is gone," he said, "tend to him."
The medic and his assistant quickly came to North, laying the stretcher beside him. The medic opened his kit and took out an injector. "Lie still," he said, "I'll give you something for the pain before we try to move you. Are you hurt anywhere besides your wing and leg?"
"No," replied North, "I don't think so."
The medic put the injector to North's right arm, and there was a slight buzz. In a few seconds the pain disappeared, and the medic applied temporary splints to North's leg and wing, then carefully ran a medical sensor over North's body.
"A bad break in the wing," he said, "one break and a crack in the leg...nothing else I can find with this. Let's get him on the stretcher."
The two men carefully lifted North and placed him on the stretcher, carefully fastening the straps to hold him on. They turned on the anti-gravity unit of the stretcher and were ready to take off. While this had been going on a second medical team landed and rushed to the other fallen boy. The medic passed his med scan over the boy once and stood up.
"He's gone," he said, "there's nothing I can do for him."
When he looked up and saw Morn's face he rushed to him. "How badly are you hurt?" he asked.
"There's nothing seriously wrong with me. I'll be all right."
"I'll be the judge of that!" the medic nodded, running the scanner over Morn's face. "Remove your tunic," he ordered, and after Morn