"Medical personnel are fair game as far as Klingons are concerned. They'll even kill wounded right in their beds. They think they're giving them an 'honorable death.'"
—Kirby, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine ("Nor the Battle to the Strong")
"I may have cancer and rot in my whole body, but it didn't kill me yet." He lifted a leg over the edge of the bed and staggered into the room. "I'll walk straight to the sheriff." He grinned. "Do not worry, Frieda. I will not say a word about you."
"So you are not dead yet," Frieda said. "That can be remedied." She pushed him back into the bedstead. "Hand me the pillow, Pier."
"So you are not dead yet," Frieda said. "That can be remedied." She pushed him back into the bedstead. "Hand me the pillow, Pier."
—With Musket And Ducat, by Tais Teng
The Khmer Rouge were tipping out patients [from the hospitals] like garbage into the streets.... Bandaged men and women hobbled by the embassy. Wives pushed wounded soldier husbands on hospital beds on wheels, some with serum drips still attached. In five years of war, this is the greatest caravan of human misery I have ever seen.
—Description of the evacuation of Phnom Penh
