The hand that heals

[rewritable]

"Fantastic? Oh, that, I..." John somewhat blushed, then noticed a bit of dust on the left sleeve of his uniform and spent next few moments pedantically cleaning it off. When satisfied, he coughed and turned back to Tanya, now with a smile on his face, "I am just glad you are not hurt. I am sorry you had to go through this. We shall resume the normal workflow of medical's distribution as soon as we can. Come, let's get to the makeshift hospital and set you up with your share"

Putting the arm around her shoulders, John ushered Tanya to the hospital. Via the promenade deck on the other side of the ship.

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Andrew listened to the hail of questions attentively and thought for a good while before replying, "So, let me see... I can't tell exact time of my arrival, but that was about five days before lockdown. Yeah, five days it is. I found Sam on Gaia about 10 days before coming here, he was quite ill indeed, then, he wouldn't have survived in the wild, so I decided to smuggle him aboard Shetland. An impressive technical feat that was, if I may add.

I had treated Gaian animals before in my veterinarian practice, never do their diseases affect humans. Yet this time it was different, I and a few other passengers got a bit ill. No, nothing like this, just a bit of cold which passed in a few days. I tried treating Sam, but no medicine nor therapy had no effect whatsoever. Though, he gradually got better and better on his own. Weird, eh? Apparently his organism is able to deal with the disease if given enough time."

"As of location..." Andrew looked up his handheld device, "It is 14 degrees 56 minutes Southern latitude and 56 degrees 23 minutes Eastern longitude. Near one of usual landing points of planetside shuttles, near the equator. First I fed him the few plants - leafs and such - I took with me from Gaia, then searched for alternative. Yeah, salads. He refuses to eat any meat. I tried giving him Synth-Paste, but instead of eating he tried to make a cave and sleep in it."

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