Grif opened his eyes. He wasn't in his cabin any more.
"I'm in the medibay, aren't I?" Grif turned his head and saw that he was, in fact, in medibay--and hooked up to a diagnostic monitor. Amys peered down at him, frowning.
"Hi Amys." Grif's face was numb and his stomach was on fire.
"How do you feel?" Amys asked.
Grif noticed that Cyrus, Hari, Cutter and Vod were also in the room.
"Like you tried to gut me with a vibroknife," Grif said, trying to grin.
Amys looked away.
"No, hey wait, I was only--wait a minute. You did try to gut me with a vibroknife..."
"You know," Cyrus said, peering over the top of the diagnostic monitor to stare down at Grif, "we really should stop coming up with complicated plans that require the use of a psychotic telepath."