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The doctor looked at him, and at the fur pieces he’d thrown into a wastebin, and the whiteness ran from his face. He was seeing his own salvation, and the chuckle began weakly, gathering strength as he turned to the microphone.
“Cat asthma—simple allergy. Who’d figure you’d get that in deep space? But you’re right, Bill. It figures.”
Bill Adams nodded as he reached for the controls, and the tubes began firing, ready to take them back to Earth. Then he caught himself and swung to the doctor.
“Doc,” he said quickly, “just be sure and tell them this isn’t to get out. If they’ll keep still about it, so will I.”
He’d make a hell of a hero on Earth if people heard of it, and he could use a little of a hero’s reward.
No catcalls, thanks.
Syndrome Johnny, by Charles Dye
The blood was added to a pool of other blood, mixed, centrifuged, separated to plasma and corpuscles, irradiated slightly, pasteurized slightly, frozen, evaporated, and finally banked. Some of the plasma was used immediately for a woman who had bled too much in childbirth.