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 Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 8:48 pm
*Dafyd twists and grimaces uncomfortably as Maggie presses her hand against his forehead. He is burning hot to touch, and he's sweating profusely. There is a strange smell to him: sickly sweet and foul*
*He moans* Urien...
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 8:55 pm
:::Cora didn't need to have special trainging to spot it:::
He's not in good shape.
:::She's still not equipped with her boots, cuffs, belt... suit... so she side glances at Maggie and presses a line down her right wrist. A metal probe emerges seemlesyl from her skin through the back of her hand. She presses it to the skin behind his ear:::
:::The arms beeps a signal meaning 101.9:::
No good, his body temperature is way too high.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 8:58 pm
Oh no .. *Maggie's frown deepens* His wound must be festering ... *She should have checked on him much sooner*
*She sits on the edge of the bed to try to start removing the bandages*
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 9:01 pm
Alright, I'm going to my room to pick up some supplies, I'll be back in just a moment.
:::Cora leaves quickly:::
:::She walks down to her room, and opens the door slowly:::
Luke...? :::a glance to the cleansing chamber revealed that he was not there:::
Hm... :::she had no time to think about it then, she went to work picking up her belt and cuffs:::
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 9:02 pm
*Dafyd shifts in the bed in the throes of his fever dream*
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 9:06 pm
*Maggie bites her lip. The easiest way to get the bandages off would be just to cut them, but she doesn't want to risk it with him moving around like that. Surely Cora will have something better for the job. While she waits for her return, Maggie scoots up a bit and summons up a cool, damp cloth to press against his face and brow*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 9:09 pm
:::Cora returns momentarily, with her belt in hand, along with her cuffs replaced on her wrists:::
Maggie, roll up his sleeve...
:::Cora prepares a stim of clear liquid and her administrator:::
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 9:10 pm
*When Cora returns and starts instructing her, Maggie's quick to respond and follow her direction*
*She carefully rolls up the sleeve on the man's left arm, revealing as she does an elaborate, stylized tattoo of a knotted dragon done in blue ink, stretching from his wrist all the way up to his elbow*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 9:37 pm
:::Cora has the dose of antipyretic ready by the time Maggie has rolled up the man's sleeve, and she bends down to get at a large muscle somewhere, but she pauses when she sees the marking:::
Woah, what is that...? :::She thought it was his veins at first for no idea what else it could possibly be, but very quickly she realized that it was far too obviously an image of something to be a natural part of him...:::
:::That was as far as it stopped her though, she got at the lower part of his bicep with the gun:::
There... that should lower his temperature until we can get to the source. His elevated body heat is most likely due to the imune system reacting to a contamination or over population of singlecelled organisms called bacteria. They still had those in your time, and I'm guessing his.
Where is he wounded?
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 9:40 pm
*Maggie looks up from the strange tattoo to listen as Cora speaks. Much of what she says is over her head, but she shifts and hovers her palm over the place where his wound would be under all the bandages* Here ... we'd cleaned it out before, and I stiched it up as best I could .... I dinna know how long 'tis been for him here since then, though..
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 9:50 pm
:::Cora shifts to where Maggie points out, and begins to pull the layers of clothing away from the immediate area. She sees that bandages have been wrapped around his torso. She starts at one end and is able to rip them in a straight line without much trouble:::
Uugh...
:::She winces at the wound when it came into full view...::
Yes, there must be a whole infestation here. :::She looks at Maggie, and then stares at the floor in thought...
:::She didn't have anything on her that would eliminate bacteria that wouldn't also damange a lot of his living cells. Bacteria of all kinds had been eliminated in humans and in all biological processes by the time her medical technology existed. They're functions had been replaced with multiple kinds of nanotechnology to produce the same effects:::
Hm... maybe...
Maggie, can you start cleaning this as best you can. I have an idea.
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 9:55 pm
*Maggie bites her lip when she sees the state of his injury. She nods to Cora, summoning up a bowl of warm water and another cloth to dip in it. Setting the bowl down next to the bed, she bends forward over the man's abdomen and carefully presses the cloth against his skin to start cleaning out the wound"*
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 10:00 pm
*Dafyd groans and seizes up, but he's too weak to put up much of a fight. He collapses back on the bed panting*
...Ceretic... Picts south of the wall... Urien...
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 10:09 pm
:::Cora pressed a zig zag of lines down the inside of her right arm, and a hatch silently slid open. It was a lot less messy to use the contraption in her arm, as opposed to puncturing her flesh and letting it drip all over the place. She found an empty stim in her belt, and pinched out a small tube from the work inside her mechanical arm. She attached it to a seal in the empty stim, and released a small valve in her arm. Her own blood began syphoning into the stim:::
:::When it was full, she pressed the write combination of points and her arm slid back together. The stim was put into a syringe:::
Here we go... I just hope this works.
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WhimsicalCow Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Aug 07, 2006 10:12 pm
*Maggie watches a bit wide eyed, but she doesn't want to make Cora self-conscious, so she quickly drops her gaze back to what she's doing. Once she's done cleaning, she scoots back to give her more room to work*
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