You are sick. This is a diagnosis. You are in a space hospital. But this is a clinical case. Your comrades in misfortune and neighbors in the wards are alien monsters who only dream of in nightmares. And they do dream. Only non-humanoid doctors are ready to treat you - because why the hell should earthlings fly - how many light years away to practice on earthlings? But don't worry. You are in good hands... claws, tentacles or some other limbs. The main thing is not to think about what errors might have arisen when translating the Hippocratic Oath into Orligian or Hudlarian!