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Respectfully, the doctor refused the cigarette.
"I gave those up when I got my second chance at life," he explained, "you see life very differently when you get another chance."
He then leaned forward, taking a keen interest in the young lieutenant's wounds. "Son, you don't need to hide it from me," he said, "let me tend to those wounds. I know they hurt" He privately winked so that he could treat him somewhere private where they could discuss what happened. As the Coalition doctor wasn't in, Doc treated him in the infirmiry.
As he cleaned the lieutenent's wounds, they spoke.
"Privately you may call me John if you want," stated Doc. He then continued as he worked, "So we know the device works. That is a huge plus."
He then continued, "good results will take some time and effort. I'm sure your superiors will understand that. There is an old Earth saying, Good things come to those who wait."
Doc then pulled out a device of his own. When the lieutenant inquired as to what it was, Doc explained, "it's a scanner. It is better than the one on my ship and takes more readings. With fresh wounds, I may get more info in which to work with." With that, he turned it on and scanned him, head to toe.
"I have some figuring out to do," Doc stated, "I may have to get some help in re-creating this device. I can set up the medical end of it but not the technological end. With hard work, it will succeed."
Doc had few answers for delivering such a device into the hull of a Nomad ship as he wasn't much of a fighter himself. He also admitted that he had never been to Chester nor did he know of it's whereabouts. With the information he needed stored and several wounds were cleaned and/or dressed, they returned to the bar to share more music, food and drink. Although a married man, Doc didn't mind noticing some passing Coalition females.