NE Millman and two others back-peddled into what was already a busy sickbay. “Whos in charge?” They asked with a large reel of what looked like copper cabling and a hardwired phone. Millman looked around with his eyebrows raised. Sickbay was busy, those who had been unfortunate to have been injured were standing or laying in or around the medical beds and doctors and nurses floated between them scanning and applying aid. He waited a few moments later before saying again, “We have a communications line but need somewhere to install it.” To whichever medical officer would reply to him.
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