[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/dde661389331ea75740a4e6657bc0212/tumblr_inline_nm9gdxOF3y1rrrkde.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Med Bay[/center][hr][hr][color=4dffa6]"Oh, you know how Preacher and I are,"[/color] Dorothy replied, brushing off Anisa's comment. As soon as the tube had been inserted and the activated charcoal began its campaign against the poison, Dorothy stood in attention, waiting for Atticus to arrive with the corpse. Had she not been drilled into maintaining a perfect posture, she would've been tapping her foot, waiting desperately for Brutus' body to be brought to the med bay. She knew that if the Captain died, some of the members of the crew would blame her, calling it Alliance sabotage. However, she managed not to think about that, instead regretting that she hadn't studied chemistry as well. It would've helped a great deal in identifying the poison, improving upon her own specializations in medicine and biology. 

Dorothy kept her face calm, as her best friend started having a seizure. Everyone had seizures differently, but she knew that Anisa didn't have a history of epilepsy. The activated charcoal treatment wasn't working--at least, not at its current concentration. Dorothy increased the amount of the activated charcoal, and handed Brutus belongings back to Atticus. 

[color=4dffa6]"Look through there and see if there's an antidote,"[/color] Dorothy instructed. [color=4dffa6]"If you can't do that, try to identify the toxic substance on those gorram bullets. I've chucked enough medical texts at you, and if you've bothered to read any of them, it shouldn't be too hard."[/color]

Having set Atticus at his task, Dorothy returned her attention to Anisa. Time was working against her, and she grabbed an anti-epiletic drug, phenytoin. Measuring out the appropriate dosage for someone of Anisa's weight and height, Dorothy administered the drug orally, taking great care not to harm Anisa as her body worked against her. [color=4dffa6]"This is an anticonvulsant,"[/color] Dorothy explained, lightly holding the nasogastric tube, in order to prevent Anisa from yanking it out. The activated charcoal was the only thing fighting the toxin at the moment. While she usually didn't explain each and every thing she did for her patients, she always made an exception for Anisa. If there came to be a day that Dorothy was killed, [i]someone[/i] should know how to remove a bullet.

[color=4dffa6]"Preacher, any luck?"[/color] Dorothy inquired, as she readied a sedative. If the anti-epileptic didn't calm her seizure, then the sedative certainly would. And if Preacher couldn't find something quickly, she certainly had plenty of Anisa's blood on supply to do a blood test. It'd be best to do that once the Captain stabilized. Dealing with an unknown poison was a task that required two doctors.

The Vengeance only had one. 

[color=4dffa6]"We'll need to run a blood test, see if we can identify the poison that way,"[/color] Dorothy added, determining Plan C as to figuring out what was pumping through Anisa's system. She couldn't help but wish Anisa had told Dorothy sooner about the poison, or that she had spotted it during her initial examination. Those minutes lost could have been crucial.