Leonard McCoy’s faceplate was fogging up for the twenty-seventh time. He wiped dark turquoise blood on the back of his pant leg before feeling for the button on his helmet that would clear the plasteel window. If only it were so easy to clear up the view outside the helmet. The massive earthquake had torn the Gerhal capital city apart like a baby smashing a sandcastle. Clouds of dust blew along what had once been streets. The pavement was now more crack and gravel then solid surface. Shards of buildings jutted up on either side of the relatively flat area that had been set up as a field hospital.
Leaving a recently stabilized patient, McCoy picked his way through the organized chaos to the edge of the unorganized chaos.
“Over here, Doctor,” a voice called from his left. A nurse, her identity hidden by her environmental suit, knelt next to a small body on a filthy blanket.
“What have ya g