Empyrean Iris

The frantic buzzing in Dr. Krill's right lateral antennae was the first sign. It was neither pleasant nor unpleasant, but it sent a shock of awareness through his body, an eruption of tiny fizzes rising through his insides.
He swiftly sent out a shortwave radio burst to accept the transmission, even as he performed a quick scan of his current patient, noting the proper interior heat with his thermal receptors before turning to survey the Tesraki's injuries. The prognosis was poor, but that was common for those who survived intergalactic slavery rings.
As he finished his examination and stepped from the room, a second transmission burst through him, turning the earlier fizzing into a buzzing inner static.
“Dr. Krill to the Emergency Bay, Dr. Krill to the Emergency Bay.”
Overhead, the internal lights of the bustling medical center lengthened to a critical red. The subtle shift added an air of urgency to his movements as he turned towards the docking bay, calling up one of the railed floor transports that quickly whisked him away, down and onward.