"You'll be the first to know," Addison promised Stephen. Once Medical was empty, she began to take inventory. Heaven only knew what had broken down or gone bad during the century and a half that she'd been asleep, and experience had taught her that it was better to spend the time going over everything yourself than waiting for a nurse or orderly to do it for you.

To addisson's surprise the madical facilities are in top shape, having been kept vacuum during travel. As such there is only inventory to be done to make sure everything is accounted for.

Addison was gratified to find that everything was present, accounted for, and still good. She was just finishing up when the Captain's announcement came over the speakers. Shrugging out of her lab coat, she hung it on a hook and began making her way to the designated meeting area.

Addison marched Troy back to the medical facilities, keeping an eye on him to make sure he didn't collapse on the way. She dug into a cooler and retrieved an electrolyte-enriched nutrition drink, which she handed him and waited for him to drink. Once he had drunk, she set about a thorough examination.

After doing a thorough check-up of marine Patterson Addison fills out her charts, trying to find out what ails him.

How had she missed this? Had she misread his initial readings? Silently, Addison berated herself at some length. Outwardly, she smiled encouragingly at Troy. "Drink up. You'll want that in your system for what comes next." She rose while he drank and began assembling a cocktail of medications. When she returned to Troy's side, still seething inside at her overconfidence, she carried a small tray crowded with saline bags and small bottles. Snapping on a pair of latex gloves, she started an IV line as soon as Troy finished drinking. It wasn't easy, his veins were rolling all over the place; finally, she gave up on the normal elbow IV and went in through the vein on the back of his hand. More reliable, if not as comfortable. She hung the saline bag and started the drip, then she started adding to it. First up was Reglan to control the nausea and the shakes, and morphine -- he shouldn't be in much pain yet, but it would come soon enough. Next was DTPA, a chelating agent that would bind to most of the heavier elements coursing through Troy's blood. To that she added Radiogardase, tinting the whole bag a brilliant blue and drawing out the elements the DTPA didn't address. Finally, a broad-spectrum antibiotic, prophylaxis against infections in the lesions that would soon appear across his body.

That was all she could do for now. She waited until the morphine carried Troy off to a fitful rest before she went to the phone mounted on the wall. She consulted a chart next to it and called up to Engineering.

Waiting as she worked on him Troy got more uncomfortable.
Whats wrong doc? Why the IV? I thought you said i'd be fine.

"You will be. It'll just take a little more than the pills to sort out," Addison said, her hand over the phone's mouthpiece. "Rest is what your body needs most, and time for the medicine to kick in." She kicked herself again -- what had she been thinking?

She knew what she had been thinking, though: That his levels were in the perfectly standard zone for iodine treatment. No matter -- he would soon have enough chelation agents in his blood to suck dry a small reactor. She was not going to lose her first patient after waking up.

From: Cryo Chambers

Colt strolled into the Medical Facilities, his body regaining it's normal rhythm. His stomach did feel like it was turning inside out and he was parched beyond belief, but the soreness and the aching were quickly escaping his athletic body. He did some arm stretches as he waited, noticing the doctor was preoccupied with someone who looked like they needed the attention more.

Colt looked at the man who the Doctor was trying to stick a needle in, "You all right man? You look a little under the weather."

When the Doctor was free to talk, Colt began, "Hey there Doc. Ya know, I'm normally a check up every six months kinda guy, but I've been a bit lax on it for this past century, so I figure I should probably make sure that everything is working properly. My throat is really dry and my stomach feels like it's doing some gymnastics, though I figure that's pretty normal. Is there anything else I should know about that comes with being a 134 year old man?"

Yeah, guess I'm under the weather as you call it. Doc says I'll be fine though, so I'll just trust in that. Probably a bit too much radiation or something.
Patterson lay down on the hospital bed, trying to calm his mind. This really couldn't be happening could it. it had to be a joke. Sleeping for 121 years, only to wake up, and in three hours catch something deadly? What the hell? No way, he was a marine, he was supposed to die in a fight, if he was to die at all.
Doc will fix me right?

Strolling into the Med Area, noting there was a Civi waiting she shashayed past him and slipped gracefully into a seat. Picking a magazine from the selection on the table. Flipping idly through it as she waited; subtly assessing the bloke as she did.
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"Ahhh a little radiation is good for the skin. Plus, you have the perfect pickup line now. 'Are you glowing, or is that just me?' Guaranteed to work." Colt joked with a smile. "All kidding aside, how'd you end up radiated? That's not some side effect of those pods is it?" Colt asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

Colt watched as the woman walked around him and took a seat with a magazine. "I hear that's not the latest edition." Colt commented with a smirk as she thumbed through the glossy papers.

Addison acknowledged both newcomers with a quick wave. When Dr. Cornell failed to come to the phone, she told someone on the other end, rather snappishly, to have him call her immediately, if not sooner.

After hanging up, she turned first to Colt, then to Lee. "Basic checkups, or is something actually wrong?" Without a nurse to triage the patients, it was on her to sort the critical from the mundane, but she didn't have time for a formal triage interview.

The blokes comment prompted a glance from Lee, she was about to reply when the Doctor asked about their vist. Giving the Civie a half smile she replied "I'm here for a post Cryo Doc"

Colt looked to the doctor, "Same. Wanted to make sure I'm all healthy and good to go. And, not irradiated I guess?" Colt said, adding the last part with a shrug. "I assume being super thirsty and a little wobbly is normal. Anything else to keep an eye on?"

"I'm Colt, by the way. Colt Jordan." Colt introduced, somewhat to the room, somewhat to the other waiting patient.

In reply to Colt Jordan (msg # 26):

Lee glanced at the bloke raising her right eyebrow to acknowledge his intro, she didn't need to respond in kind.

"Musashi? So what's your story? How'd you end up on this tin can?" Colt asked as he took a seat with a space between them. He looked down at his feet, absentmindedly clacking his shoes together. He had made a quick pit stop at the Cargo Hold on his way to the doc, picking up the three personal effects he had. His playing cards and driving gloves were in his pocket, but his lucky sneakers quickly replaced the standard footwear. It might not have been regulation, but that didn't really matter to Colt.

"Great! We'll just --" Addison was cut off by the phone ringing, presumably Dr. Cornell returning her call. She excused herself to answer it. It wasn't hard to overhear her part of the conversation. "You need to triple check all the hazmat suits, and take the one Troy was in out of rotation." Addison got straight to the point, speaking low so as not to disturb her resting patient. "Probably wouldn't be a bad idea to have everyone checked out more than normal until we're sure the rest of the suits are all okay."

"Thanks, Cornell. I don't think the rest of us have anything to be worried about, but if you develop even the faintest trace of nausea or just plain feeling under the weather, come see me."

Satisfied, Addison hung up the phone and turned back to Colt and Lee. "Okay, sorry about that. Whoever's up first, hop up on bed 2." She glanced at Troy's IV bag -- still dripping at a steady pace -- then turned to bed 2 to start the first of countless post-cryo checks.

Lee looked at Jordan, seeing how he was here firsy she motioned with her head for him to go first.

Drifting in and out of sleep Troy only vaguely heard the remarks Colt hade made. Somehow though the glow thing had caught up with him. Irritated he looked at the driver.
"Very fun man... I'd laugh if I wasn't feeling this miserable. Got irradiated while fixing the fusion reactor, so we could save the ship from being completely flooded with fusion gasses. So yeah, you're welcome..."
He wiped the back of his hand along his brow, sweeping away a virtual stream of sweat. He felt cold, yet his body seemed to think otherwise.


"Doc, Am I supposed to be sweating this much?"

Lee was concerned by the mention of a radiation leak. This would have been appreciated to learn during the Briefing. Goodness she could have simply wondered through the area and end up like him. Hey Sport where's this leak she prompted Patterson.

Well obviously the leak was in my hazmat suit innit?

Realising he reacted a bit hard, he tried to make his voice sound more friendly.

"The fusion reactor was overloading, we had to switch out the loaded batteries. My hazmat suit likely had a leak. But at least we saved the ship."

Troy falls into a coughing fit, causing the white sheets of the bed to colour red with coughed up blood.
"Doc?"

"There's not a leak," Addison clarified. "We had to replace the batteries, which are shielded. We were behind the shields. As long as you don't go into any of the off-limits areas without a suit on, you'll be fine." When Troy started coughing, Addison was at his side in a flash, rolling him onto his side to keep him from aspirating. Vomiting blood might be expected, but not coughing it up like this. She frowned and helped Troy back into a more comfortable position once the fit had passed, then quickly stripped off the sheet and brought him another. That done, she returned to the medicine locker and added a dose of codeine to control the coughing, as well as a coagulating agent to prevent any more internal bleeding.

Once she was finished, she went to the computer and pulled up Troy's records. A blood transfusion wouldn't hurt. Marrow would be even better, but medical technology had yet to reach the point where marrow could be stabilized long enough to survive the length of time they had been in cryo sleep.

She got the transfusion started, then turned to Lee. "Alright, bed 3. Let's get you checked out."

Colt smiled at Musashi. "No, no. After you, I insist." he said with a cordial gesture toward the third bed.

He turned back to the man, just in time to see him paint the sheets crimson. Panic flashed in his eyes. That could not be good. And this guy had been walking around a fusion reactor with a faulty hazmat suit? "Not to worry you man, but that seems more serious than you were making it sound at first. Doc, is there anything I can do to help?" Colt asked, genuine concern on his face.