Authentic Science Fiction Monthly, No. 66 — page 143: what you’re looking at

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AUTHENTIC SCIENCE FICTION and maybe getting ready to come up into the sunshine. He knew the little people well—Creep or no Creep, _ their world was on the surface of the Earth, not hundreds of feet below ground; sooner or later, certainly before the day was out, they would come poking their noses out of their holes. He told Sullevan: “‘Do what has to be done.” There were no symptoms of shock when the old man injected the alien with mor- phine. The second syringe, lying ready with its load of adrenalin, was not needed for the moment. When he was sure the narcotic was effective, Sullevan made two deep in- cisions in the chest, laid back a triangular flap of tissue and studied the damaged bones. Two of the five broken ribs also had depressed fractures where they joined the sternum. These would have to be cut. out completely. The others could be reset. In grim silence, and under conditions in which no sane 142 doctor would have contem- plated working, the old man cut and sawed and stitched. Once, his hand darted to the adrenalin syringe, but Sam and Lena didn’t see him use it then, although he did later when he had nearly finished working on the alien. Suddenly it was over and the old man walked abruptly from the table and slumped into a rickety cane chair. His hands were shaking violently. “He should live,” he an- swered the question in the others’ eyes. “The operation has been successful. The rest depends on whether or not he succumbs to sepsis. | don’t think any of us would survive, but he might.” Sam asked: ‘‘What makes you think so?”’ ““He has two hearts. One was stopped, damaged by the blow that fractured his ribs. I set it going again with adrenalin before I sewed him up. With two pumps working, he should be able to filter comiclbooks.corn