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time she’d been here. After another explosion, one that almost killed Aunt Cassie. While she’d been hurt she had fared a great deal better than Hot Dog. Seeing he is wrapped in the burn blanket from shoulder to foot, Victoria has to rely on the monitors to gage his injuries. His lower extremities are too hot. Moving to the controls, she adjusts the blanket.
    “What the fuck d o you think you’re doing?” Magnes demands.
    “You don’t have the lower quadrant adjusted properly, his burn is still spreading. It needs monitored more closely.”
    Checking the monitor, he finds she’s right.
    “You ’re Chamberlain. How’d you learn about burn reduction?”
    “I’ve been interning with Dr Selfridge at Camotes for the last three cycles.”
    “I thought you were a n educator.”
    “ On sabbatical, trying to decide if I want to change specialties. Can I see his chart?”
    Magnes hands it over, assessing her as she reads.
    “Where are you sending him?”
    “To Camotes, he leaves within the hour.”
    “Give Selfridge a heads up. Make sure you tell her these are vaporous burns from fuel. She’s his best chance of getting back into the cockpit. She’ll take him.” Seeing Hot Dog’s listening, she leans over.
    “She has a soft spot for good looking pil ots.” Victoria winks at him and gets only a half-smile from the normally flirty pilot. “She’s the best, Hot Dog. She’ll have you up chasing medicals before you know it, just don’t pinch her ass. Her husband’s very protective of it.” That got her a full grin.
    “Do you have any regison? ” She looks back to Magnes.
    “Yes, why?”
    “You’ll need to clear it with Selfridge first, but she’ll want you to add it to the fluids in his port, 5mg per bag. It’s her new treatment for thirds, it will help with cell regeneration, especially when started this soon.”
    “I’ll confirm with her.”
    “What do you want done with Zafar?”
    Magnes raises an eyebrow.
    “He has a mild concussion. He’ll need to be under observation for at least twenty-four. His pain level needs monitored, he’s going to be…”
    “A major pain in the ass, " Victoria finished for him. "Yeah, I know. So where do you want him? Here or in his quarters?”
    “You’re willing to monitor him?” Magnes asked.
    “If you’re willing to trust me with his meds, I’ll get him out of your hair.”
    “Out of my hair…”
    “Sorry, Earth expression . Out of your way.”
    “If there are any changes…”
    “You’ll be the first to know.” she assures him.
    “ Get him out of my hair then, I think I like that, out of my hair.” Magnes smiles at her, rubbing his bald head. “Good luck.”
     
    Standing with her arms crossed, she looks at Lucas. God, he’d been lucky today. It could have been so much worse. He won’t think so but it could have. Taking a hand scanner, she moves it over his bandaged arms, getting her first look at the hidden injuries. Definitely seconds on his arms and hands. Not deep, but it’s his fingers that have her worried. It doesn’t take much to go deep there.
    “Wh at are you doing?” Her scent has him opening his eyes.
    “Looking at your injuries.”
    “How’s Hot Dog?”
    “ Packing him as we speak, he has a really good chance of getting back in the seat.”
    “Fuck! ” Lucas goes to run a hand through his hair and grimaces.
    “He’ll be okay , Major. Selfridge will see to it.”
    “Who’s Selfridge?”
    “The best burn doctor on Carina," she informs him. "He’s going directly to her. Now let’s talk about you.”
    “I’m fine.”
    “No you’re not, but you will be. The question is: where do you want to recover at?”
    “ Not here.”
    “Fine, then here’s the deal. We’ll get you back to quarters. You’ll be monitored for your concussion, because of that, your pain meds will have to be reduced. You’re going to be uncomfortable and I’m sure, bitchy.”
    “I don’t get bitchy. ” He says in a bitchy tone that has