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Sam had been working diligently on Alex's diagnostics, but even his determination needed a break every once in a while. He's had to think rather creatively, and put himself in Dr. Crawford's shoes quite often in order to make progress.

But now, it was time for a break. He went to where he had his own personal blood storage, the pints that were not suitable for use for transfusions into humans for whatever reason. He had them packed how he was used, more like a juice pouch than in the way blood pints were typically stored. Sure, he could put in a mug or opaque glass, but he wasn't feeling particularly self-conscious. Despite the poor first-impression he'd made on certain members of the crew, he was starting to feel more at home. And thanks to his conversation with Jamie, he hadn't become a victim of his own homesickness.

So he leaned back in his chair, crossed one leg over another, and sipped at his meal, allowing his mind to wander without worry of where it will go. After a little while he pulled his phone out of his pants pocket. He powered it on, and started to look through the pictures on it. There were several of himself and Angelina, taken by holding his phone out in front of them. There were others showing a slight baby bump developing on her thin frame. There were some of Jared with Lord Ruthwen, and his wife, Katarina, in their formal council wear. Some of Jared and his husband Preston in front of their new house that was to be the seat of a new clan. Sam smiled as he flipped through the photos. They were safe in the pods. And he was going to make sure everyone stayed as healthy as possible so that they might go back onto the battlefield and restore what was lost.

((Any and all are welcome, if they have some kind of ache, ailment, or injury due to... anything really. Don't be shy! Sam needs the CR!))

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Fletcher wasn't one to run to medbay over every little scrape and boo-boo, but this one was pretty bad. On his way back to his room from Hydroponics, he'd tripped over Jujube and done something, he wasn't sure what, to his ankle.

Now the puppy was napping guiltily in their room and Fletcher had hobbled his way down to see a doctor, wincing with every step. He poked his head into the room. "H-hello?"

Sam looked up at the voice, and saw the child it belonged to. He snapped his phone shut and set the blood on the table in front of him. His phone was dropped back into his pocket when he stood. "Hello. Is there anything you need help with?" He wondered where Stacy drew the line when it came to how young she made her soldiers. At least the boy still had the innocent scent of youth around him. Some were working very hard to keep him as he is. That made it a bit less depressing.

Fletcher froze up when he saw who it was. He recognized that man. He hadn't seen him for a few months, but...

"Um-- I, um, my ankle," he stammered out. "I, um, it's not that important, I can come back."

But when the boy got nervous, there was something familiar about his scent. Of course! This was Fletcher, the boy he'd attacked! It felt like a long time ago. The bloodlust had clouded him, and he'd come very close to changing his life forever. It was thanks to Evangeline that he hadn't.

He smiled to Fletcher. "It's fine. I'm not going to hurt you." He walked over to him.

Fletcher winced, but he couldn't exactly run away, not with his ankle in this state. In any case... he was acting much different than he had the last time they'd met. Had something changed?

"Ah... are you a doctor?"

Nanashi wandered into the office, her usual confidence rather lacking, though someone who did not know her quite as well as Sam did probably would not notice. She had been avoiding him and avoiding the Med Bay, and the blood supply since that fight.

She had been putting off visiting him, waiting for the right time, and she thought she finally had a half-way decent excuse.

"Samuel? Might I talk with you? I have a medical concern."

He nodded in response to the question. "I am. I really wasn't myself last time we saw each other. I'm really sorry to have scared you. I'd just arrived, and I was alone, lost, confused, and frightened. I'm much better now." He continued to smile, careful not to show his fangs. They were still in the process of receding from his feeding.

"I-I see." Fletcher nodded. He supposed that someone would have done something by now if the doctor wasn't telling the truth...

He took a deep breath. "Um, I stepped on my ankle wrong and now it hurts."

He had returned to his work following Fletcher's visit, and he was taking down some notes and observations to get his thoughts in order for the next battery of tests. He hoped he could go without making the boy use any of these powers, but it may be valuable to observe any physiological changes that occur in the process.

Her scent came in before she did. He had noticed its general absence in recent days, and he commended her for at least not stalking him. But at her voice, his pen stopped. He would be in a different state now had he not had that conversation with Jamie following the bomb explosion. The situation was not as hopeless as he had feared, and as Nanashi had said. As long as there were those that could fight, there was hope. Just as Lady Katarina had always said.

He pushed himself back from his desk, and angled his body slightly toward her. His writing arm remained on the desktop, his other elbow resting on the armrest. He was deliberately ignoring any of the formality he'd used to get in her good graces before. "What is it?" he asked, sounding extremely annoyed and bothered by her presence.

"I'm used to having my big brother around when things happen like this," he explained with a sheepish shrug.

But when Fletcher finally confessed his ailment, he didn't look as anxious. "Can I help you up onto the bed so I can take a look?"

Fletcher blinked in surprise at that confession, and then looked down at the floor. It stung, because he knew exactly what Sam meant.

"Um-- s-sure. Thanks..." He tried stepping closer to one of the beds, wincing as he did so.

Sam finally closed the distance between them in a few quick strides, and put his hands under Fletcher's arms. He just picked him up, and sat him down on the nearest examining table as though he were picking up an empty box. The child's weight didn't seem to be anything at all.

He crouched in front of the boy's feet, and started to loosen the shoelace on the relevant foot. "Can you tell me what happened a little better?"

That definitely made him a little more worried. He tried not to let it show, though, and looked down at his ankle as he replied.

"Um, I was walking my dog, and he ran out in front of me and I tripped over him. I managed not to fall over, but when I put my foot down, it just-- hurt."

"What's his name?" he asked as he gently prised the shoe off of his ankle and pushed up Fletcher's pant leg. He tugged off the sock, too. He looked over the injury carefully, to see if there were anything really obvious about it. He knew that keeping kids' minds on something other than what hurt was usually a good idea.

"Jujube," Fletcher replied. "Some people rescued him and some others from a shelter on Zokez II."

"Ah, then he's a very lucky puppy. Despite what's just happened." He stood, and went deeper into the room. He came back out with a machine on a rolling base. "Are you familiar with X-rays, Fletcher?"

He shook his head. "I've heard of them, but I'm still not sure what they do. What are they?"

The machine sort of worried him. Well, most of the machinery on this ship did. It was still all so foreign.

"It allows me to take a picture of your insides without actually opening up your skin. It'll tell me if there's any bones broken or torn tissue." He started to put it into position. He rather liked that this thing was so extra-portable on this ship. "It's not going to hurt at all, and nothing's going to even touch you."

"...wow, really?" There was more scientific curiosity than worry in his voice after Sam explained that. He looked over at the machine, brows furrowed at it. "How does it work?"

He was glad things seemed to be going so well. Maybe this kind of karmically made up for what he'd almost done. Maybe he could almost forgive himself for it. "This here," he pointed to the relevant part of the machine. "Emits a certain kind of radiation that passes through the softer tissue like skin and muscle, but bounces off harder things like bones and the occasional foreign object. The machine then makes a picture based on what bounces back to it." He thought a moment. "It works a bit like echolocation in bats and in some sea mammals."

"Ah." Fletcher knew vaguely how it worked with bats thanks to books. "That's so cool..." Every world was so much more high-tech than his. Just when he thought he was close to catching up, he went and learned about something else new. "Um, so it just shows you if my leg is broken or..."

"Yes. I don't think it is, because you'd be in a lot more pain if it were. But I just want to be sure." He finally had the thing set up. "Now make sure you don't move your leg at all. Are you ready?"

Fletcher nodded, holding on to the sides of the bed with his hands as he waited. He just hoped there was a way he could take a look when it was done.

She hadn't realized how much she had let her guard down around Sam until she physically flinched at the words. It was unlike her to show anything like that. She was also surprised and upset at how much the sound of his annoyance hurt.

She took a moment to put her walls back up before explaining, "Kowalski. He and I had spent some time together. I am concerned that I might have somehow gotten a parasite from him, yet I am afraid to have any other doctor check for me, nor do I wish to wait until the ship-wide screenings."

She sounded sincere enough. Enough of it was true. The only thing was that she didn't think she was capable of getting a parasite. She figured her blood would kill it off as it did to any infection that might dare to try to enter her body. As for the doctors, she wasn't afraid that thy might mess something up inside of her, she was more afraid that they would not know how to keep themselves safe if she had to be put under, where her instincts would take over.

There was the click of a few buttons on the machine, then he smiled. "All done. Go ahead and relax." He hit a few more buttons and reached down to retrieve the printout. He held it up to the light for a moment on his way to a lighted panel on the wall. He gave it a good long look. "Good news. There doesn't appear to be anything broken or torn. " He pulled the image down and brought it over to let him see.

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