Sue was giving the gravely wounded man a shot of something.  "That should, -should-, help stabilize him.  But yes, we need to get him to a surgeon, and... none here.  Low berth-ing him is our only hope."<br/><br/>If Katie thought for a moment, she would remember seeing a backboard that was stashed in the pantry (of all places) on a shelf over some food storage containers.<br/><br/>"What could have happened?"  Tucks seemed stunned, sitting back and away from the man on the floor.  "He must have fallen on something."<br/><br/>Sue spoke again.  "We're going to need help carrying him..."<br/><br/>Several of the passengers had gathered at the entry hatch, watching Sue work.  They were quiet, apparently dumbstruck by seeing one of their own down and hurt like this.