<Er, all right, thank you.>
The mage looks helplessly at his colleague. "Third backup staging-point, which one is that again?"
"It's the one on the east side. I've been - are we Gating there?"
"Sounds like it." Shortly later there's another Gate, and a very confused night sentry on the other side of it.
"It's complicated. We need the Healers' station." He glances over his shoulder. "Helga, you need help carrying him."
"I could use a hand." He doesn't look that heavy but she's a small woman.
They haul the sleeping boy through the Gate, which involves being uncomfortably close to the SCREAMING, and then the other mage replaces the sound barrier and they leave him on the floor and wait until the Healers from on site, rudely awakened less than two minutes ago but handling it with reasonable grace, bring a stretcher to carry him to the station. They ease him from there onto a bed and then look at him.
"He's pretty dehydrated," Helga says, "we should get some fluids into him." She isn't expecting much cooperation with this, but starts trying to gently poke the boy awake.