Jun sent the nurse off on her way to attend to the other patients, that is, of course if they were still alive. He doubted it. It was only logical to conclude that once a terran comes into contact then there is nothing to be done.
Though, the Vulcan doctor would hope to prevent the virus from mutating. And as it were, it was mutating within this man. He arched a brow in watching the human doctor asleep in a painful slumber.
It seems the sedatives were not aiding the man to lessen his suffering. “Fascinating….” His gaze darted towards the door. Vulcans had of course, wonderful hearing. It would seem he would not be alone.
He could go about this two ways. One, to approach this with a civilized manner and explain to whomever dare to trespass back here. Or two, to eliminate.
It was not the Vulcan way to kill, but if one must to defend the entire race. So be it. These were desperate times.
Logic won out.
Clasping his hands behind his back, the doctor spoke, “Enter, but do lower your weapons as they are not permitted within my medical faculties.”
