Read the following passage and questions, then choose the right answer from options, the answer should be one of A, B, C, D.

<passage>:
Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S. copyright on this publication was renewed.] Old Kerry Blane exploded. "Damn it!" he roared. "I don't like you and I don't like this ship and I—" "Splinter" Wood grinned. "Seems to me, Kerry," he remarked humorously, "that you don't like much of anything!" Kerry Blane growled unintelligibly, batted the injector lever with a calloused hand. His grizzled hair was a stiff wiry mop on his small head, and his oversize jaw was thrust belligerently forward. But deep Old Kerry Blane snorted, batted the box aside impatiently, scowled moodily at the capsules that bounced for a moment against the pilot Kerry Blane lit one of the five allotted cigarettes of the day. "Don't 'tsk' me, you young squirt," he grunted around a mouthful of fragrant smoke. "I know all the arguments you can put up gonna be begging for some of my vitamin, super-concentrated pills before we get back to Earth." Kerry Blane made a rich, ripe noise with his mouth. "Pfuii!" he said very distinctly. "Gracious!" Splinter said in mock horror. was fully a head taller than the dour Irishman, and his lanky build gave a false impression of awkwardness. While the vitriolic Kerry Blane was short and compact, strength and quickness evident in every movement. Kerry Blane had flown every type of ship that rode in space. In the passing years, he had flight-tested almost every new experimental ship, had flown them with increasing skill, had earned a reputation as a But even Kerry Blane had to retire eventually. A great retirement banquet had been given in his honor by the presentations and Kerry Blane had heard them all, had thanked the donors of the gifts. But it was not until the next morning, when he was dressed in civilian clothes for the first time in forty years, that he realized the enormity of the thing that had happened to his life. Something died within Kerry Blane's heart that morning, shriveled and passed away, leaving him suddenly shrunken and old. He had become like a rusty old freighter couched between the gleaming bodies of great "Ten to one we don't get back!" Splinter said pessimistically. Kerry Blane scrubbed out his cigarette, scowled bleakly at the instrument panel. He sensed the faint thread of fear in the youngster's tone, and a nostalgic twinge touched his heart, for he was remembering You've got orders to take care of me ?" Kerry Blane choked incoherently for a moment, red tiding cholerically upward from his loosened collar. "Of course!" Splinter grinned. Kerry Blane exploded, words spewing volcanically forth. Splinter relaxed, his booted foot beating out a dull rhythm to the colorful language learned through almost fifty years of spacing. And at last, when Kerry Blane had quieted until he but smoldered, he leaned over and touched the old spacer on the sleeve. "Seventy-eight!" he remarked pleasantly. "Seventy-eight what?" Kerry Blane asked sullenly, the old twinkle beginning to light again deep in his eyes. "Seventy-eight new words—and you swore them beautifully!" Splinter beamed. "Some day you can teach them to me." They laughed then, Old Kerry Blane and young Splinter Wood, and the warmth of their friendship was a tangible thing in the small control-room of the cruiser. And in the midst of their laughter, Old Kerry Blane choked in agony, surged desperately against his bunk straps. He screamed unknowingly, feeling only the horrible excruciating agony advice and taken those vitamin capsules, you'd never have had the bends." Kerry Blane grinned, winced when he felt the dull ache in his body. "I've had the bends before, and lived through them!" he said, still weakly defiant. Kerry Blane glanced tolerantly at his young companion, felt a nostalgic tug at his heart when he remembered the first time he had approached lives of three other people!" Kerry Blane nodded. "Yes," he agreed, and his voice changed subtly. Kerry Blane smiled grimly. "I guess I used too broad an interpretation of the word," he said gently. "Anyway, one of our main tasks is to Kerry Blane nodded. "I think it will find us after all, it's just an to be composed of liquid fluorescence. Kerry Blane heard Splinter's instant sigh of unbelief. "Good Lord!" Splinter said, "What—" His voice stilled, and he was silent, his eyes drinking in the weird Kerry Blane nodded. "That was merely a pretext to keep foolhardy spacemen from losing their lives on the planet. In reality, the Kerry Blane lit a cigarette, leaned toward a vision port. He felt again that thrill he had experienced when he had first flashed his single-man Kerry Blane chuckled dryly. "Feel like going for a swim?" he asked conversationally. the dis-gun in his long hands. "Cheer up, lad," Kerry Blane said finally. "I think you'll find plenty to occupy your time shortly." "Maybe?" Splinter said gloomily. He idly swallowed another vitamin capsule, grinned, when he saw Kerry Kerry Blane spun the ship in a tight circle, sent it flashing to the west. His keen eyes lighted, when he finally made out the turtle-like "Hot damn!" he chortled. "Now we'll see a little action!" Kerry Blane grinned, tried to conceal the excitement he felt. He shook his head, his fingers flickering over the control studs. "Don't get your hopes too high, lad," he counseled. "With those super for a year!" "Could be!" Kerry Blane agreed. He peered through the port, seeking any spot clear enough for a landing "We're going in," Kerry Blane said quietly. He closed a knife switch, seeing too late the vitamin capsule that was cruiser hurtled toward the beach like a gravity-crazed comet. Kerry Blane said absolutely nothing, his breath driven from him by the suck of inertia. His hands darted for the controls, seeking to balance Kerry Blane choked, tried to turn his head from the water that trickled into his face. He opened his eyes, stared blankly, uncomprehendingly Kerry Blane nodded, clambered to his feet, favoring his broken arm. He leaned over the control panel, inspecting the dials with a worried gaze. Slowly, his eyes lightened, and his voice was almost cheerful as Blooey!" Anger suddenly mottled Kerry Blane's face he swore monotonously and ought to cram the rest of them down your throat, boxes and all!" Splinter flushed, seemed to be fumbling for words. After a bit, Kerry He swung lithely from the portal, reached down a hand to help the older man. After much puffing and grunting, Kerry Blane managed to "How big do you feel now?" Kerry Blane asked quietly. Splinter Wood was silent, awed by the beauty and the tremendous size of Nothing happened there was no hissing crackle of released energy. Kerry Blane strode forward, puzzlement on his lined face, his hand "Try the other," Kerry Blane said slowly. "Okay!" of power is limitless. Solar rays never—" Old Kerry Blane dropped the first gun to his side, swore harshly. "Damn it," he said. "They didn't think of it you didn't think of it

<question>:
Which of the characters receives the most medical intervention during the course of the story?

<options>:
A The unnamed space warriors
B Kerry and Splinter receive about equal medical intervention
C Splinter
D Kerry

<answer>:

D