He struggled with the pain. Bent over holding his head. He could barely see anything. He stumbled. Got up! Stopped thinking. Took a couple deep breaths. A couple of people approached.
I heard there's a girl in 308 that is from 2018.
Woe! That's over hundred years ago.
She's not from here. Unfortunately.
That's going to give the director a headache.
When is the last time any unfamiliar found their way here from their time?
Not since that guy in 203. Calls himself Napoleon. A real general; the book says. I just got back from a few years since his rise in power. Took a bayonet in the shin. Took twelve days to get my leg back to normal.
Any more accidental arrivals and this place will start turning into a nut house if they don't figure out a way to send them back to their own time.
They noted Dave as they passed.
You should have seen the mess his body was in when he arrived. They paused beside him to help. Someone spoke from behind them. They straightened up and moved along.
Dave leaned, his right hand palm pressed against the wall.
A woman approached.
There you are.
Looks like I better get you to the doc. How bad is it?
He tilted his head so he could look at her. The look on his face said it all.
She took his left wrist in one hand and his elbow. Good thing it's close.
Is Eleanna here? Ow! ****!
Let's get the monitor off you first so you can think clearly, then we'll talk.
She can't go back?
We've got options. Best we talk later. The collector appears to have all your data. You'll be able to think without interruptions once it's removed. Now! Shush!
Her command was kindled with affection and comforting. He shushed and let her lead on.