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Joint post from [@Xandrya] and [@sail3695]


Clad once more in the hooded kasaya robe, the temporary mechanic appeared in the open door of the medbay.  She tapped quietly on the frame.  “Hi, doc?  Can I come in?”

She was caught up in her own world, wrapping up some reports she wanted to get done before pressing forward. Alana then heard someone by the entrance and she turned her head to greet them.
 
"Yes, please," she motioned, standing up to offer a hand. "Alana Lysanger, or doc if you prefer," she went on with a smile.

The slight woman stepped into the infirmary.  “Thanks,” she nodded beneath the hood as she took the outstretched hand.  “Ellen Baker,” she  replied to the introduction. “Ridin’ along as your mechanic for this run.”   Following the doc’s gesture, she climbed into the exam chair.  “A couple years back I took a pretty good radiation hit.  The doc at the time did his best to clean me out, but he warned me it’ll keep comin’ back...and it has.   I’m havin’ a spell right now...no appetite...all tired an’ worn out, but I can’t sleep.   Is there somethin’ you can give me to put me right for a stretch?”

After a quick nod in her direction, Alana went ahead and gloved up. To her, it was slightly concerning that Ellen's symptoms were creeping up at this point down the road. "I have something for that, at least to ease the nasty side effects." Alana turned her back to the woman for a moment to retrieve the medication stored in one of the cabinets. "Is it the first time since your exposure and subsequent treatment that you're experiencing symptoms?" She placed the bottle down and proceeded to examine her eyes with the penlight.

The mechanic took down her hood, eyes fixed straight ahead as the medic’s light flicked over them.  “No,” she responded.   “The first doc kept me on a drug regimen for about a year.  Worked pretty well,” she offered. “But the last year I moved around alot.  I’d take med when I could, but those treatments were few an’ far between.  Nowadays,” Baker replied, “it’s alot like ridin’ a wave...good days an’ bad days.”

"I see." A moment later Alana put aside the light and reached for a small device. It would go around the tip of her patient's finger to measure her heart rate, amongst other vitals. "What I'm going to give you is a temporary fix. Once we part ways, if the symptoms get worse, I strongly urge you to seek out specialized care. Years ago during my schooling I came across a promising study regarding radiation, so it doesn't hurt to look into it either way."

Baker regarded the little spring clipped sensor, and the red glow it cast upon her finger.  She hadn’t glanced about, but felt pretty certain that on the bulkhead behind her glowed a display whose waves and squiggles must offer up her vitals...pretty standard issue for the Class 3 Fireflies.  “Specialized care,” she repeated the advice.  “I don’t make it to the central planets very much, Doc.  Just need to stay on my feet ‘til we reach New Melbourne.”

She offered a warm smile. "Well, then you're in luck!" Alana presented the small bottle to Ellen. "All yours, free of charge," she added with a playful wink. Alana then noticed that Ellen's stats were recorded and proceeded to remove the device from her finger. "You'll be good for now with this medication. Take it once every couple of days or as needed, but never more than one within a 24 hour period. The instructions are on the bottle for your convenience." 

She walked over to the monitor and studied it momentarily. For the most part, Ellen's vitals showed nothing of concern. 

"By the way, would you like something to help you sleep? I have plenty of those if you'd like," she added, turning around to face her. 

The mechanic studied the bottle in her hand.  [i]Nemistroproxin - 50mg tablet - 30 ct.[/i]  Though she could never remember the full name, enough bells began ringing in her memory to nod gratefully.  All doubt was removed when she opened the lid and a plump yellow tablet fell into her palm.  This was the stuff to reignite her appetite and push the fatigue back into the irradiated corners from which it crept.

With the aid of a small cup of water, she downed the capsule, then tucked the pill bottle into a pocket as the doc asked about sleep meds. “Normally,” Baker smiled in return, “I’d turn that down, but once we land I intend to spend several days catching up on my sleep, so yes, please!”

"Very well...ask and you should receive."

For a moment, Alana turned away from Ellen. She added a quick note on her pad then went ahead to retrieve the sleeping medication. One needed to be careful when taking Zanquil as it would  sometimes be dangerous. In the past, people claimed to have been witnessed sleep-walking and acting out of character. "I'm not sure whether you have experience with this one, but make sure you're ready to get a full night's sleep, usually 7 to 8 hours immediately before taking it." Alana handed her the bottle with 15 tablets inside, hopefully more than enough for her to regulate her sleep.

Baker accepted the bottle with both hands.  “Much obliged, Dr. Lysanger,” she smiled.  “I won’t use ‘em ‘less I have to.  But I need to run.  Promised your youngest deckhand I’d be quizzing her on this boat’s engine.”  After a grateful handshake with the doc, she exited the infirmary.   There’d be time to keep her promise to Abby.  But for now, a talk with the captain was paramount.