Robert watched his team move into place with precision and experience. The Americans who were coming to assist had to give them place. Robert knew his own team would not be moved. The American wizard healers simply began providing medical equipment to them. Robert noticed them setting out potions, bandages, ointments, soap and water...and a white plastic stick in a cellophane wrapper.
"What the hell is that?" Robert scowled, not knowing what the stupid plastic stick was for.
"Disposable wands," the nurse looked at him, acting as if Robert were the stupid one.
"Seriously--what is it?" Robert asked.
"Disposable wands," she repeated. "Certainly you don't use your own dirty, filthy wand in a sterile environment." Robert drew his own beautiful, hand carved wooden, wand with its shimmering jeweled handle.
"You cannot possibly tell me that those plastic sticks will outdo my own wand," he said, annoyed.
"Well, no, they are a bit limited, but, they're by far cleaner, and..."
"Oh, nonsense," Robert huffed. "Take it away. Disposable wands, my eye. It doesn't have much more power than a drinking straw. Our chocolate frogs have higher spell capacity. You can't possibly...." A revelation caught him. "Thats why you had the muggle nurse, isn't it? Your magic skills aren't much more powerful than muggle skills. Where do your patients go? This sickbay is triage. Where do you transfer them to?"
"There is a perfectly adequate Naval Hospital within a short drive from here, and...."
"So you patch them up with your little drinking straws and transfer them to muggles to take care of."
"Well, do you think you can do better?" she was snippy with him now.
"Watch and learn," he said firmly.
"I'm a guinea pig again, aren't I?" Michael sighed.
"Temporarily. My apologies," Robert replied. He laid his hand on Michael's forehead and began to work, and as he did, he began to dictate to Jess his diagnoses and the areas that would need attending, knowing Jess took meticulous notes.
In Khaat's cubicle, Brian had been provided the same supplies that Robert had. He too didn't understand the little plastic stick wrapped in clear plastic. He went to pick it up, and the stick broke in his hand. Brian heard a soft sound from the stick as the tiny bit of magic in it left the stick. "Toys? You bring me toy wands?" he huffed. He drew his own wand. One of the wizard healers was about to go through the same explanation with Brian, but Brian waved them away from him. He didn't want to hear it. "Get away from me," Brian said quietly, irked, trusting that Jack would handle any further annoyances.