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should think. Anyway, so what? Even if we do pull a few stitches Doc can stick 'em back
in." He put his good arm powerfully around her and the dam broke-their two bodies tried
mightily to weld themselves full length into one . . . and, all unconsciously, his left arm
came up and went to work in sync with his right.

"Um-m-m-nh?" he asked, after a little of that. His mouth was in no position to talk.

Neither was hers. "Umnh-hmnh!" she agreed, enthusiastically, and managed to move her
head enough, without interfering in the least with what they were doing, to indicate what
was evidently the door to a room that was even more inner and more private than her
inner private office. And, awkwardly-blissfully unwilling to give up any iota of contact-still
straining together-the two turned toward the door . . . and Rodnar caught his breath,
flinched uncontrollably, and stopped dead in his tracks, his face turning white.

"Oh?...Oh!... Oh, no!" she cried, in three entirely different tones, pulling away from him
far enough to see that the whole left side of his shirt was soggy with blood-blood that
was already plastering her thin nylon jersey to every fine contour of her right breast.
"Death of Eagles! I thought I felt something! All-Powers damn me for a fool! . . ."

"Think nothing of it, Starr!" he protested. "Just a little leak, is all, and it's strictly my own
fault-I should've known enough not to use that arm. . . ."

"Lie down here!" she snapped, paying no attention to his protests and practically forcing
him down onto her office couch. "Lemme look . . . oh, good. . . ." She sighed deeply in
relief. "It isn't spurting, so it'll be all right to get your doctor-he's mine, too, you know-or
did you?-in here instead of rushing you to the hospital."

"Doctor? Nuts to that. Maybe we'd better take a rain check on these doings until that
slash heals a little more, but it won't take long to transact our bit of official business.
Then I'll go see Doc."

"Nuts to that right back at you, Rod." She flipped the switch to her com, punched a
number, and waited until a handsome, forty-year-old face appeared upon her screen.
"I'm awfully sorry to have to bother you, Doom" she said then, "but I wonder if you could
dash over here to my office right away and sew Rod up again."

"What? How in . . . T' The pictured eyes looked searchingly at the patient, then glanced
once at the girl. "Cancel. I see how. What a brain! Rod, if your brain was solid U-235 and
it all fissioned at once it wouldn't crack your skull. . . ." he paused, grinning at them both,
and emitted a chuckle that turned into a belly laugh. "But I can't say I blame you-either of
you-at that; I might even do the same thing myself. Don't worry, Starr; he's perfectly all
right and I'll be right over."

The doctor punched off. Starrlah, without changing the adjustment of her set, said "Lanjy"
and a top-half view of the usherette, seated now, appeared on the screen.

"Yes, Your Ability?" the picture asked.

"I just had an accident, Lanjy-please skip down to Brazzoin's, will you, and get me a
zero-gauge white See-Mor jersey, Sec-Style, size thirty-eight."