"You can't escape me that easily," said Jane. "While you're all
neatly immobilized in that plaster cast, we are using their machine
to separate out the widespread specks of fission products that were
killing you. Just a matter of tuning critically so that it will send
certain isotopes into the half-world instead of the whole human being.
So by the time you get off your back, we'll have you healthy again and
then, Dave Crandall, just you think up another excuse!"
"Pick on a guy when he's down," grumbled Dave. He was laughing, then,
but the room blurred through the tears in his eyes.