[hr][hr][center][h1][color=#4dffa6]Dorothy Pender[/color][/h1][img]http://66.media.tumblr.com/47fd2a24dfdcf8b1a394ff4900e530fb/tumblr_inline_njmxsw5WZa1t0k4zj.gif[/img][/center][hr][center]Location: Med Bay[/center][hr][hr]Dorothy kept her composure, watching as the medication began to take some effect on Anisa. It kept her from the throws of a seizure, but with the rising heartbeat and rapidly falling blood pressure, Dorothy couldn't help but feel the situation was grim. She accepted the gun and vial from Atticus, the last of the activated charcoal going into Anisa by means of the nasogastric tube. She opened up the chamber of the gun, careful not to touch anything. Biting her lip, Dorothy sincerely wished she had some knowledge of chemistry. 

It was a rookie's mistake to think that high heart rate and low blood pressure were symptoms of one another, but Dorothy found herself scratching her brains. Back in her days of service, Anisa might have been allowed to die, as others were treated to. It was either that or they'd pray to have some sort of life support system in place. Scratching her brain, Dorothy recalled the makeshift treatment she'd used at home on her father. Salt. But with the unknown poison in Anisa's system, she couldn't be certain what it would react with. 

[color=4dffa6]"This is either our toxin or our antidote,"[/color] Dorothy mentioned, and her face visibly fell as Gene pranced into the room, using the passive aggressive tactics of a lonely child. She grit her teeth slightly, hardly caring Gene's change of heart. [color=4dffa6]"You can help attend to Lionel,"[/color] Dorothy said coolly. [color=4dffa6]"The last thing the Captain needs is a wu toh wu now circus in this med bay."[/color]

Dorothy quickly dashed over to the cabinets, digging through for the various medicines they had. There was a small amount of midodrine left, and she suddenly stopped, about to slap herself. Her mind had already gone into the field hospital mentality, and she quickly set up an IV drip for Anisa, one specifically designed for dealing with hypotension. 

[color=4dffa6]"Preacher, get me a vasopresser! It'll be in the drawer,"[/color] Dorothy said, finishing up with the drip. She grabbed a needle, and without stopping to explain her actions to Anisa, drew a small sample of blood from her arm. She quickly readied the blood test, her hands steady despite the inner feelings of panic and fear. [color=4dffa6]"Jackson, interrogate the joo fuen chse outside and see if he answers whether this vial has an antidote or a poison. Threaten him as best as you can."[/color]

She let out a deep breath, waiting for the results of the test, and continuing to watch Anisa's condition. If it continued to worsen and the blood test proved inconclusive, she'd have to make a judgment call. She'd use the vial. Dorothy, being an army medic, had never taken the oath to do no harm--and she couldn't let her dearest friend die without trying every option available to her.