And Now For Something A Bit Different…

Jason and Tommy stood back; they had muscled the unconscious form into the infirmary, their work was done. Billy managed to work quickly despite the close quarters, though he frequently had to yell at his stunned friends. Only ten minutes ago many of them still doubted whether the Aquitians were really their enemies, and now they were staring at the bloody truth.

"I've got the IV in," Billy looked to them.

Andrea came forward, more willing to join him now that the needle was gone. "We should get a CBC, chem. 7, UA, lytes … and let's get a chest film and set up for an ultrasound to see if he's bleeding internally," the blonde stated with the flat tone of a trained professional.

"Sounds good to me…" Billy shot Andrea a proud yet somewhat befuddled grin, then asked, "Do you have a portable x-ray and ultrasound machine?"

"Everything is in that closet," Andrea pointed with her chin since her hands were busy being thrust into latex gloves. Erin pulled Tommy away from his sentinel position to help her haul out the medical equipment.

"To be quite honest," Billy began. No one wanted him to finish a sentence that sounded like that. "Most of the wounds look fairly superficial, I could bandage them up no problem…but internally…."

"You went to med school." Andy said hopefully.

"I know, sweetie, but this is serious. He really should be taken to a hospital."

"How would we get him there?" Jason asked. "Our cars are all back in Angel Grove."

"We could teleport him…" Kimberly suggested.

"But there wouldn't be any where secluded enough for it not to be noticed." Zack quashed that idea.

"John!" Andrea smiled, almost manically.

"Who?" More than one of them asked.

"My cousin John. He's a doctor. We can bring him here, and he can help!"

Discussion broke out among the group. Most were none too keen on bringing another non-Ranger to the Command Center, especially not when it would so soon be under attack. But what of Adam? Without proper medical care, he was as good as dead. And then someone had to bring up the oath. It was one of the rules Zordon had made them swear to obey: you do not reveal your identity to civilians.

"Zordon's gone." Melanie finally spoke. "And you're not Rangers anymore." She turned to Andrea, "Do it."

Soon Andrea stood at the teleporter, triangulating the exact location of her cousin, John Carter.

"This is going to take a while, he's in the ER."
She continued to follow him, and after what felt like hours she told them:

"I got him!" She began to insert the coordinates into the computer, but she soon started cursing. "Somebody's in there with him." Again they were all forced to wait. Neither John nor his companion was going anywhere.

"Where are they?" Zack asked, breaking the silence.

"I think it's a lounge," Andy said.

"It's just those two people? No one can see them?"

"No one."

"Then grab them both!" Zack turned to see incredulous stares. "What's one more?"

Andrea finished pushing the buttons, and locked on before anyone could argue. A lightning flash later, and two men in lab coats were standing in the Power Chamber.

"--in Curtain 1," the shorter man finished saying before realizing the world had changed. He looked around at the room and its occupants, and turned sharply to look at his co-worker. The other man looked equally as confused, still holding the coffee carafe from the lounge.

"Do you see what I see?"

The other just nodded.

"John!" Andrea ran forward before the two could diagnose themselves as utter lunatics.
"Andy," her cousin laughed the laugh of a man who was completely confused and scared, but didn't want to admit it.

"We need your help."

Halfway across the country, Abby Lockhart, RN threw open the door to the lounge ready to finally tell Carter off. She knew that he had come in, but the room was empty. She turned to ask someone at the nurse's station whether they had seen Carter, but the smell of something burning drew her into the lounge. She followed the smell to the coffee maker, where a steady drip of fresh coffee was falling with a sizzle onto the hotplate.

"Who took the coffee pot!"