Post by Deleted on Mar 7, 2015 19:18:09 GMT -8
We do not have anything they desire." He frowned and rubbed the sensitive region below one of his facial ridges. "Not anymore... We-"
Not anymore. That got Nila's attention. The Pewdin had clearly given up something to the Therys Coalition. Just what exactly that something was remained yet to be seen.
She'd opened her mouth to speak when a woman wailed from across the room. Damn it, she thought. Her duty as a doctor came before her general curiosity, thus, she strode swiftly over to the Pewdin woman's side, quickly assessing the child.
His coloration seemed somewhat off. She intrinsically disliked such a subjective evaluation, but it was her best explanation so far. Though Pewdin pigment variations weren't her specialty, her eyes and her instincts were verily screaming at her that something had changed, that a blotchy purple color had appeared on the child in various places where its skin seemed to be thinner. It appeared to be suffering from a vasculitis, and was likely going into shock.
Nila took a deep breath, looking at only her patient and no one else. The hardest part about being a doctor was knowing when to trust yourself, and when not to, and that decision only came with experience. Medical doctors were unique among Starfleet officers in that they were doctors first, and officers second. They had a certain autonomy when it came to practicing medicine that simply wasn't the case in other departments. Some days, she loved that independence, and on others, she longed for that lack of responsibility.
If she was wrong, if she treated this as an autoimmune case and it was something infectious after all, then the child would probably die. But there was one, far more important question that stayed her hand as she programmed her hypospray with a whopping dose of corticosteroids. If she didn't try something, this child was already dead.
"This medication is his best chance," she explained to the mother, pressing the hypospray against the child's neck. Nila could have sworn she felt her adrenals squeeze as her own endogenous corticosteroids jumped through the roof. She held her tricorder in hand, scanning her patient continuously. And she waited.
@anskee,@ruby,@thenpc,
Not anymore. That got Nila's attention. The Pewdin had clearly given up something to the Therys Coalition. Just what exactly that something was remained yet to be seen.
She'd opened her mouth to speak when a woman wailed from across the room. Damn it, she thought. Her duty as a doctor came before her general curiosity, thus, she strode swiftly over to the Pewdin woman's side, quickly assessing the child.
His coloration seemed somewhat off. She intrinsically disliked such a subjective evaluation, but it was her best explanation so far. Though Pewdin pigment variations weren't her specialty, her eyes and her instincts were verily screaming at her that something had changed, that a blotchy purple color had appeared on the child in various places where its skin seemed to be thinner. It appeared to be suffering from a vasculitis, and was likely going into shock.
Nila took a deep breath, looking at only her patient and no one else. The hardest part about being a doctor was knowing when to trust yourself, and when not to, and that decision only came with experience. Medical doctors were unique among Starfleet officers in that they were doctors first, and officers second. They had a certain autonomy when it came to practicing medicine that simply wasn't the case in other departments. Some days, she loved that independence, and on others, she longed for that lack of responsibility.
If she was wrong, if she treated this as an autoimmune case and it was something infectious after all, then the child would probably die. But there was one, far more important question that stayed her hand as she programmed her hypospray with a whopping dose of corticosteroids. If she didn't try something, this child was already dead.
"This medication is his best chance," she explained to the mother, pressing the hypospray against the child's neck. Nila could have sworn she felt her adrenals squeeze as her own endogenous corticosteroids jumped through the roof. She held her tricorder in hand, scanning her patient continuously. And she waited.
@anskee,@ruby,@thenpc,