{"text":"He’s dying!’ Doctor Cove, one of the ship’s two medical officers told me, looking at his med-scanner as he kneeled at the broken body of the only living Corsair on the black ship. I remember the look on his face as he told me – which seemed more to be puzzlement than actual concern. The man was a Corsair after all, and had injuries I could see, but he was conscious, and none of them looked fatal. But then, I’m no doctor. I never was any good at healing anything – and my job was doing the opposite, and I admit I’m pretty good at it. Always have been.","author":"Christina Engela","tags":["actual","after-all","any","anything","at","been","concern","corsair","cove","doctor","dying","fatal","he","he-s","i-m","it","job","kneeled","living","look","looked","looking","me","opposite","pretty","see","seemed","ship","ship-s","than","the","then","was","was-conscious","which"],"id":89608,"author_id":"Christina+Engela"}