He was heavy, all sturdy muscle, and when he caught his body he felt a lot like his father, too. He crouched, pulled Liquid's arm, hauled him over his shoulders in a fireman carry.

God he was heavy, and Kaz was so much lighter than he used to be. It would have to be slow going. The crutch? He'd have to come back for it. It was left abandoned in the hallway as he made his way back to the ship. It would have been easier to use the wormhole fulton, but decontamination was still necessary.

His muscles were burning and his artificial limbs were stinging by the time the trip was done, but he felt accomplished. He was exhausted, and he sat Liquid up in a seat on the transport, buckled him in for the moment.