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Doc started his day with Sol, an Outcast who remained asleep desiring freedom.....freedom for cardamine.
He began his exam with a quich chat with an attending nurse.
"How are his vitals?" he asked of her.
"Steady," she replied to a nod of Doc's approval.
"When was his last dose administered?" he then asked.
"Last night about 1800 hours," she replied, again Doc nodding his approval.
He took a scanner and began deep tissue scans. The results were both good and discouraging. His body wasn't rejecting yet the evidence of any positive results was inconclusive. Perhaps the serum wasn't doing what he hoped it would or his scanner wasn't sensitive enough. Still, he remembered the words of Sol, "I am not dying a slave to cardamine."
With that thought, he decided to up the dosage gradually. He considered using the "Scrubby Serum" as he called it but felt it might be too aggressive. So, he used what he began with, a dosage of nanites. Removing a prepared syringe from a metal box, he inserted it into his I.V. drip line, injecting the greenish contents into the line, watching it flow into his arm. He then watched the equipment monitoring the man's life as he listened to it for himself through a stethoscope. No change thus far. He waited another twenty minutes. No change....but was that good? He didn't know. With that, he left the room to search for a deeper scanner or to further calibrate the one he had.
He also ventured to his wife's room. She was awake on this morning. Hand in hand, they chatted and even laughed a bit. Day by day, her strength increased. She also wanted to hold her new children for the first time.
"I'll speak with Doreen today," he answered her, "that decision is hers." He then asked her, "have you thought of names. I think I have one for our new daughter and want to see what you think."
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