"Thanks, Jack," Angus said.
"Michael said he'd radio us if he needed us," Sam said. "We don't have to go back. The rest are okay, and they're coming back in the other dinghies."
"Jesus," Robert frowned seeing the horrifically huge piece of glass in Angus's shoulder. He went over to him as Jack helped him to a seat. "You're a mess. How are you even conscious?" Robert asked.
"I didn't have time for that crap," Angus said, sitting, trying to catch his breath.
"You do realize most people don't see that in those terms, right?" Robert sat beside Angus and started taking his own vital signs. "I'm going to have to extract this surgically. I can't just take it out."
"I don't care what you do as long as you let me sleep," Angus told him.
"Well, you're going to get to do that shortly while I see to this. You're a mess. Where'd the glass come from?"
"Um...I don't know if I figured that out. Maybe the window in the door of the wheelhouse. The dash was probably safety glass," he said, as Edward came and sat on the other side of Angus. Edward looked at the wound and then looked at Robert, who was looking quite serious indeed.
"If there's plate glass in any of the windows on any of my ships, they're going into dry dock until they're overhauled--period. Oh, Robert, there's a medic on this crew," Edward said. "Her name is Sonya. I sent her down to sickbay to set you up there."
"There's a sickbay on this one?" Angus asked.
"Yes. There is. This ship is far bigger than you realize, Lad," Edward replied.
"I didn't really notice," Angus admitted.
"Yes, well, you were preoccupied. You're forgiven."
"Ruby's going to be panicky," Angus told Edward.
"Can't be helped, I suppose," Edward said. "We have to do first things first. Robert, we just got a radio message from the charter office. They say Lee arrived there, and he's waiting for us to return. He says he brought your Hannukah gift. Look, if you're going to lie, at least make it plausible, would you?"
"Good. That'll be a relief," Robert said. "I'll have him work on his excuses."
"You know the rest of us don't know why he's here," Edward said.
"Yeah. I know. Classified for a little while," Robert said, brushing Edward off. "I'm going tend this first."
"I'll help you get him downstairs."
"Thank you. Angus, let's get this taken care of," Robert told him, getting him to his feet. Robert and Edward could feel how little strength Angus had left. They took him down to the sickbay where a young woman with sandy blonde hair, dressed in the same all white uniform as the rest of the crew, was there, and she seemed to be setting out equipment, most of which were things Angus had never seen before. This looked an awful lot like muggle medicine, but Angus knew Robert hated muggle medicine and thought it was barbaric.
Edward and Robert helped Angus onto the gurney, and Robert picked up a pair of scissors.
"Oh, and Edward," Robert said, "just so you all know, this is just going to take a bit more time than usual to do it this way. It just simply isn't as fast as we're used to. That doesn't mean there's something to worry about."
"Understood," Edward said. "I'll go up and talk to the others and then come back down. There's a cabin right across the hall that I can wait in."
"I can bring you news when he's finished," the medic offered Edward.
"Let her bring that to you on deck," Robert said. "The others might want some showers or some food or something. Tend to them if you can while I'm tied up here."
"Okay," Edward said. He turned and went back on deck.
Marcus chose Evan's boat so that Michael could remain as one of the last boats to leave. He got into the boat, but he and Evan chose to sit and wait until Ruby and Aria were safely on their dinghies and on their way to the yacht as well.