After several moments of digging, Breekan finally pulls out a small white plunger, cold to the touch. He hands it to Ossanlin. "Get this in one of her hearts, and be careful touching her skin for a few minutes afterwards or your fingers will go numb." He kneels down next to the agonized Alic. "Hey, you'll be okay in a few moments, okay? You're going to feel a little sick to your stomach, but you'll be fine."
He looks sideways to Temrash. "Regarding what I've done to her, I'm pretty sure I just provided the meds she needed after you let your pokey friend beat the snot out of her with that barstool, thanks."
He leans close to Oss and whispers. "Oss, if you don't think she'll let you get close enough to make the injection, I can help wrestle down the business end of that tail. We need someone who actually knows Andalite anatomy to be able to keep their hands free and out of danger."
Meanwhile, Breekan has completely lost notice of Shal and Keirdan.