9-443: Pristine, Clement Basin Public Medical Centre
Everyone piles in to the Crawler. Oliver has a sense that maybe Chris doesn’t actually want to come, but he tags along anyway.
When they arrive at the Medical Centre, they are shown to Dicard’s room, a private one on one of the upper floors with a Wardenate Guard on the door who checks their tags before allowing entry.
Inside, Dicard is awake though slightly groggy. His face, chest and shoulder covered with adhesive healing patches and he has a medical monitor strapped to his upper arm on his uninjured side.
“Dicard. How are you feeling?”