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I wasn’t panicking. I wanted to, but my override module had kicked in, so while my organic tissue quaked, my non-organic parts held strong.
“I need you to stay awake,” I told Gurathin even as I pinged my nonexistent MedSys out of habit. Shit.
His face was ashen except for his lips, which were blue, and I didn’t need outside help to know that that was Not Good. I scowled, but I had seen this scenario – crew member breaking through thin ice – on Sanctuary Moon.
My only consolation was that Gurathin would hate the remedy for hypothermia just as much.