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02 ▒ EVENT: STASIS SICKNESS ▒ MEDBAY

CHARACTERS: Ensemble production!
LOCATION: Medbay.
WARNINGS: Sickness, body horror, etc.
SUMMARY: Sickness central. Treatments, dying slowly, related events.
NOTES: Divided by days a la medbay organisation log in the comments!

You're not feeling too well. The last couple of days have been - rough. The medbay seems to be a bit more full than usual, but you're sure it's nothing to be worried about; whatever the illness is, it'll go away once you've rested and gotten a check-up. Right?

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[It was a good philosophy and IDIC was one that Charles would probably enjoy hearing more about. Hope for the future, even if Spock's future that was not meant for Charles' particular time line.

It beat sitting around this ship waiting for the next dire warning and horrific occurrence. Shades of hope in the darkness.

Almost asleep sitting up, Charles startled a little when the Vulcan spoke, blinking at him before the words sank in and he shook his head.]

My sister is here, still unconscious, Erik likewise. The others, I hope, have sought to get some rest, there is little point to their coming to watch me sit under a needle. Thank you for the offer.

[ No one means to make them wait, of course. People are still filtering in and out of the medbay, getting the cure that was posted two days ago on the network. Even if patients aren't dying any more, they're still recovering. John was given the cure two days ago. Much to the chagrin of his colleagues, he was up after just over twenty-four hours. For someone who could command the health of some of the most prideful patients, you couldn't tell John Watson a damn thing.

He catches Spock's eye, nods in return, and finishes up with adjusting fluids to one of the still-unconscious victims of the disease. They'll wake up soon, he hopes. Everyone else has seemed to do well enough. ]

Gentlemen.

[ He greets as he approaches. ]

Better late than never, I suppose. [ Spock. Spock, he is looking at you. ] Can I ask you both to roll up your sleeves?

[ Yes, those are hypodermics in his pocket. ]

And then I'll need to escort you to beds, if you don't mind.

[ ~~UGH, VOODOO PRACTICES~~

There is only so much one can do to delay the inevitable, and while Spock is uncommonly stubborn and, as he has been told, infuriatingly adamant- he is neither with foolish pride. His body has become compromised, a steady progression of symptoms he has chronicled in their many days within the maze. He is resistant, but not immune, and certainly not immortal.

Spock's gaze lowers obediently, and the dilation of his pupils nearly eclipses the human brown of his irises. One sleeve of his jumpsuit has long since been torn away- used as a mask in the field, as he and Tali had entered the labs- and it is this bared arm that he offers.

The hypodermic needle however is- a tool he had not been expecting. The John Watson he has come to know originates in what is similar to 21st century Earth. As a physician, this implement is familiar to him- perhaps as much as it is unfamiliar to Spock himself. He manages to contain his observation (fascinating rests in his mouth, doesn't make the air) but just barely. The consequences of the antidote permit a significant distraction. ]

[Charles glanced up and over towards the man approaching them. As Watson's attention appeared to be on Spock, the telepath held his tongue, letting the doctor focus on the Vulcan for now.

Though if one of those hypodermics was for Charles himself, he would shake his head and gently refuse. He had never been affected by the sickness, not a single symptom.]

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02 ▒ EVENT: STASIS SICKNESS ▒ MEDBAY

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Can I just...?

oh jawn, like anyone can say no to you

Oh yes, please!! :D