Chapter 13 Voyager Medical

They landed at headquarters, and were surrounded immediately.

Wilson felt the gun removed from his holster and his omni removed from his belt. His hands were pulled behind him and handcuffed. He felt strangely cheered as he heard Bogg explain what had happened. He was tired of sneaking around, getting everything out in the open would be difficult, but he thought he might be able to avoid being banished with Bogg's help.

"Drake got control of my omni and tried to kill Jeff and me," Bogg began. He glanced at Wilson and gave him a quick nod before continuing, "Wilson turned against Drake and risked his life to save us."

"Yeah, Wilson could've died," Jeff chimed in and a small smile briefly crossed Wilson's face.

Trevor Dillon stared at the three of them, then turned to the guards, "minimum security for him," he said indicating Wilson. "Level 1 security for Drake, and don't untie him until he's inside the cell. Take him on a gurney, with triple guards." He paused and then reached for the omni in Jeff's hand, "and analyze this omni, I want to know where they've been and how he got control."

"The future will judge me a hero!" Drake yelled out as the guards wheeled him out of the area.

"Bogg needs a doctor," Jeff said loudly, to get Dillon's attention as Wilson was led away.

"Already called," Dillon responded, and not 3 seconds later, a second gurney entered the area.

"I don't need.." Bogg started to say.

Dillon pushed him back so he was sitting on the stretcher and bent to lift his legs up onto it as he spoke, "yeah, yeah, I've heard it all before." Then he spoke to the medics, "get him to emergency."

Jeff smiled as he listened to Dillon deal with Bogg's refusal.

"Jeff's hurt too, and sick," Bogg announced and Jeff's smile faded as Dillon pointed to the end of the stretcher and Bogg moved his legs to make room.

"I can walk," Jeff started, but was interrupted as Dillon started toward him. "All right, all right," Jeff muttered as Dillon lifted him up to sit on the end of the stretcher.

As Phineas rested back on the stretcher and watched the walls of the room and corridor speed by, he relaxed so completely that he was startled when they asked him to move to the examining table in the emergency area of the Medical Center.

"Bogg first," Jeff said shaking his head when a nurse motioned him to follow her. "He lost a lot of blood."

"He's being seen right now," was the answer and Jeff turned and saw a team of workers already around Bogg's head and shoulders. The nurse pointed to a room not far away, "but I need you in here." Satisfied that his partner was being taken care of, Jeff turned and followed her through the door.

"Jeff needs to be seen," Bogg had said at about the same time.

"He's being seen now," the doctor answered him as everyone on the team worked to set up a sterile field so the wound could be exposed and assessed.

"This'll hurt for just a minute," a second doctor said, "then the pain should ease up."

Bogg took a breath and hoped he was right. Now that his adrenaline rush was over, the pain in his arm was severe. He felt dizzy, and then the sounds around him became muffled. He stared out into the empty half of the treatment room, wondering where Jeff was, barely aware that the blood vessels and muscles in his arm were being sewn back together.

When Jeff reappeared at his side, he smiled and tried to talk, but to his surprise he couldn't form any words. He could hear Jeff's voice, but couldn't seem to understand what he was saying. He stared at the kid thinking how thankful he was that Jeff was all right.

"Bogg? You okay?" Jeff asked as soon as he reached Bogg's side. His exam had taken about an hour, during which time he had demanded to know how Bogg was doing so many times that the nurse had promised to bring him back to his friend as soon as they were finished.

"They gave him medicine for pain and to relax his arm so they could stitch it up," she explained as she showed him where he could sit. "You have to stay on this side of the drape," she went on, motioning to the large blue cloth that separated Phineas' arm from every other part of him.

"Thanks," he answered and turned to Bogg. His eyes were dull, but he managed a faint smile. Jeff smiled back and reached up to squeeze his arm.

"That's it," the doctor finally said a short time later, and Jeff watched as they took the sheet away to reveal Bogg's arm with a large white bandage in place.

"Will he be all right?" Jeff asked as the doctor pulled off his gloves.

He hesitated, eyeing the boy.

"He's listed as family," one of the nurses announced to the room.

"It should heal fine. If it had bled much more we'd have to give him a blood transfusion, but I think he'll be okay without one. We'll watch for infection, and in the meantime, he'll need to rest. And from the story I heard, you should be lying down yourself."

With the news that Bogg would be okay, Jeff could feel his energy level suddenly plummet. After a moment, he whispered, "yeah," and looked around for a place to lay down. As if reading his mind, a nurse pulled the sheets down on a bed a few feet away and he headed for it thankfully.

"I'll make sure you stay close," she whispered conspiratorially as he lay down.

A half-hour later Phineas started to hear sounds in the room. "Jeff?" he said.

"Bogg! How do you feel?" Jeff asked from the bed, relief in his voice.

"Not too bad considering..." he looked toward the voice and saw Jeff lying nearby, "how 'bout you?"

"I'm fine, just happy to rest."

They lapsed into silence, until finally Jeffrey spoke again. "They said I was listed as your family."

"Yeah."

Jeff smiled to himself. "That was some pretty fancy shooting for someone who can't shoot a gun."

"I never said I couldn't shoot."

"You kind of let me think that though."

Phineas sighed, "I don't like guns."

"You shot the omni right out of his hand! And then hit it again so it went over the cliff!"

Bogg sighed again and smiled, "yeah, well, actually, I'm considered a Marksman."

"You never told me that!" Jeff declared. "We're supposed to be a family, how come you never told me?"

"I don't know, it just never came up I guess." Bogg stared at him and paused, "I lived a long time before I met you ya know," he defended himself, then grimaced as a wave of pain shot up his arm.

Jeff reached for the call cord tied to the bedrail and pushed the button so someone would know how much pain his partner was in.