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The Recom Room.

Quaritch shoved past him and marched down the hall, disappearing behind the corridor. Txana watched Z-dog follow him with a pained look on her face. Txana knew of Fike and Lyle, but she'd never had a real conversation with either of them. But she'd never wanted to. She disliked place and them.  

The Omatikayan boy was trembling violently even as he was unconscious. Txana put two of her fingers against his eyelids and lifted them up, revealing glazed-over lidded pupils and yellow irises. Feverish heat was radiating off of him in waves like the sun on a muggy day. 

Head, leg, and arm, she repeated in her mind. Those were the major worries that struck fear into her heart just by the sight of the wounds. After she carefully removed that dreadful muzzle, she touched Iwa's arm, "C'mon, we have to get him to Linayin. Maybe she can help him." 

Without waiting for a command, Iwa scooped the boy into his muscular arms and began walking back down the hallway. Txana followed him, her tail waving nervously. Her heart felt heavy, full of immense pity for the young boy. 

Linayin's room was basically a lab. She had card tables everywhere that sported various little experiments and medical tools, an x-ray table, and even a little surgery nook that was a smaller part of the room behind two conjoining doors. There was a couch that she slept on in the corner, but nothing more. Linayin preferred to be awake and studying medicine rather than sleeping. 

When she saw the boy in Iwa's arms, she gasped, "What is this? What happened? Who is that?" 

"He needs help," Txana said, helping her husband lay the boy on a table. "And quickly." She carefully lifted his broken arm. 

Linayin stood there for a moment, analyzing the situation, before her brain seemingly recorded all the information she needed, and she got to work. She examined his bleeding head by messaging her fingers through his hair, lifting and turning over his skull like she was checking to see if a melon was rotten or not. Clicking her tongue, she reached over and grabbed some sort of lamp looking device that was attached to a screen, before placing it over his head. 

"Go fetch Viper," Txana told Iwa, "He can help with his arm." 

Alongside Linayin, Viper was trained to be a medic for the recom system. And despite being a year younger than his female counterpart, he was good at it, too. But unlike Linayin, he didn't like to use his doctoring skills. Txana couldn't blame him--there was hardly anything or anybody for him to practice on. 

Iwa turned around to go get the teenager, but Viper made his presence known by clearing his throat. "Do I have to help this kid?" He complained, "I don't think he has much chance." 

"Yes, you do!" Iwa gestured to the quickly deteriorating boy, "Do what's right, please. You have skills. You can use them. And you will."     

Viper tipped his head back in annoyance, but when he came over to the edge of the table and saw the kid's arm, he paled a bit. Clearly, this was more severe than he had thought. But like a light switch he was formulating treatments and solutions. "Well, he needs surgery to set his arm back in place. But Na'vi bones do heal quickly. He should be fine, but--" 

As the four of them were looming over the strange new child, his entire body tensed up and he began to shake furiously, his frame convulsing. His limbs and hands slapped the surface of the table, and his eyes rolled into the back of his head. There was spit bubbling at the corners of his mouth as he thrashed about. 

"But he's in shock, and he's seizing." Viper finished, him and Linayin now frantically grabbing utensils and objects and medicines that would help him. 

"He's been injured for too long without treatment, especially his arm and head." Linayin uttered, "Viper, go set up the surgery room! That bone needs to be fixed." She removed the screen-like device from the Omatikaya's head and looked at it quickly. She winced, "Very severe concussion. C'mon, Viper, let's go, let's go, hurry it up!"