A few moments later, the injured man was being carried to the low berths, six strong spacers supporting him on the backboard, Sue checking his vitals and adjusting the meds she was giving him, and Katie keeping pressure on his wound.<br/><br/>Sue set the pace for the move, and soon they were in the compartment with the low berths.  "All right.  Still alive.  Let's get him in."  After that, they put the man in the low berth, and everyone stepped back while Sue activated it.  He seemed to relax a bit once he was inside, and Sue went to a comm panel on the wall, activating it and pressing the button for the bridge.  "Bridge, Low Berth Compartment.  The injured passenger is alive, and in the berth."<br/><br/>There was an acknowledgement from the bridge, then Sue turned to the spacers.  "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.  We'll keep an eye on him.  Once we get to our destination, we'll have a doctor on board bring him out of the low berth."<br/><br/>Sue snagged Katie's arm (gently, not aggressively) and said, "Hold on a second, Katie."  The spacers began to head back to their cabins.  After they left, Sue looked at Katie.  "You did good, Katie.  You need to write this up in the incident report form in the database.  And... good thinking about the backboard."  She gestured at it.  "Get it cleaned up when you get a chance, then stow it.  Hopefully we won't need it again."  She started to leave, but then said, "Make sure the passengers stay calm.  Almost time for dinner, too, isn't it?"