Nippikin opened his eyes, looking through the green blur of his tank. He felt the pressure of his sleeping enclosure, consistently pulling him toward the bottom. Nippikin thought about his Education Cave for only a second, but snapped himself out of it. He didn’t have time to reminisce today, medical supplies on the moon colony RX3248 were running dangerously low, and without his help in the local camps, people could die. 

Nippikin swam up to the surface of his tank, his tentacled body floating to the surface like a knife through butter. He reached up with his sticky appendage and released the latch on his sleeping enclosure. Nippikin stuck to the outside of his tank, reached out toward his environmental danger reduction apparatus, and climbed in. Stretching his tentacles through each arm, and placing two through the legs, he took on his biped form. Standing nearly 8 feet tall, it had become clear during his time on RX, that the haphazardly built refugee colony wasn’t built for people his size. As he left his nearly empty, windowless corridors, Nippikin picked up his medical supply bag, and ducked under his automatic door. 
	
												
Nippikin made his rounds through RX.  In his short time here he had taken on about 200 clients, all with varying conditions, and had treated more than 400 total. He had made somewhat of a name for himself in the shanty like town, especially in Terminal 3. An elderly Human woman approached him from a local housing unit. This particular unit had appeared to have taken damage in the recent past, and was clumsily patched up.

“Hello Mam, how can I be of service?” Nippikin said, his metallic translator echoed.

“Dr. Zek please it’s my granddaughter, her breathings so shallow… I don’t know what to do, the hospital is so busy and has been turning people away I…”

Nippikin held his tentacle out pointing in the direction of the woman’s building.

“Please show me the way.”

The woman, 70 in age at least, wrinkled skin, white hair, hurriedly rushed the doctor down the crowded hallways of the unit. It was clear that many people had been using the halls as sleeping quarters, as cots were dotting the walls. Some people lounged around the hall, at least one who seemed to have a case of Blorlick Lip. Nippikin took a mental note to treat this on his way out.

The elderly woman walked through a door and Nippikin followed. The room was full of humans who looked at the doctor with worried eyes. On a bed in the corner was a young girl, no older than 4 with brown hair. Nippiken could see that her breath was shallow, and she had developed black circles around her eyes. He quickly opened his kit and pulled out a long needle. 

“Please look away family. I’ve been told this is traumatic.”

The doctor quickly inserted the needle into the little girls left eye socket and pulled, a strange purple liquid came out of the syringe as the family gasped.

“Has she been playing with a Lunarean child?” the doctor questioned.

A woman in the corner spoke up “there’s one in the building and they all play together why?”

“At her young age, she is susceptible to a rare infection caused by Lunarean mucus. It’s likely that she touched it and then made contact with her eye.”

Nippikin picked out a small vile from his case, and injected the filled syringe into it sucking up its contents as well. The two liquids quickly mixed together turning into a clear substance.
“It would be to her benefit to drink this once per hour.” He said as he squirted the solution into a small cup from the floor with his third tentacle.
“She will live.”
	
												
Nippikin left the building shortly after helping the girl as well as the man with Blorlick Lip. He couldn’t help but notice a large craft in the sky, some type of military vehicle. But, he was unsure, only hopeful that it carried supplies. He continued his rounds and ran into some civilians who were carrying a stretcher back to the hospital. He offered his hands to help as he was going that way to meet a friend,
. Mia, a human nurse who worked at the hospital. She was very nice to Nippikin and even ate a Gulin Slug with him once.

He couldn’t help but to notice many officials making their way to docking, especially a young brunette with stunning human eyes in UWG garb. She looked upset, but he wasn’t the best judge of human emotion, and she didn’t appear to need psychiatric services, so he continued on. Yet, he kept getting an uneasy feeling. Like something was about to happen that would change his day, but that was irrational, so he forgot about it and continued to the hospital.