Re: Ch. 20: Bydgoszcz
As the medical team enters the basement, Danny starts at the sight of the teenage guard, then recovers and gives her a tentative smile. "She kinda reminds me of my daughter," he murmurs to Mariusz. "Ewa, tea would be very good."
He politely finishes the tea, privately grateful that the past weeks of drinking Walter's vile brew have hardened him against lesser evils. He's also grateful for the opportunity to mull over the local social dynamics. Setting the teacup aside, he turns back to Ewa. "Thank you, ma'am. If your patients are ready for me, I'll see them now. I'd like you to stay with me while I examine them. If you have a midwife or nurse or anyone else who knows medicine, she can join us, too." In an aside to Mariusz, "Thanks, man. You're savin' my ass here."
He works his way through the examinations, introducing himself to each of the women in turn and narrating his intentions and actions through Mariusz. He occasionally questions Ewa about the patients' medical history and recent activities. As the examinations and questions continue, he focuses more on local geography and resources, trying to tease out as much information as he can on Ewa's little survivor community.
When he's done, he washes his hands, then glances around to ensure Ewa is the only local within earshot. "Okay. Here's what we have. You said Greta and the others have been doing salvage work near the nuke crater. I think that's exposed them to more radiation than the rest of you, probably from breathing fallout particulates - ahh, shit, Mari, translate that as 'radioactive dust' - that they've stirred up while moving things."
"There's not a lot I can do for Greta other than," his eyes flick sideways, "give her mercy. I have morphine. She'll just go to sleep and... stop. The others aren't as heavily dosed, but the radiation sickness is interfering with their white blood - uh, their ability to heal. I can give you antibiotics, and depending on the food supplies you have on hand, we probably can make some broth that will help them recover."
"The real solution, though, is to stop fuckin' around in the hot zone, and Mari, translate that however seems best to you. I can do a survey with the Geiger counter and mark the worst areas. But the best thing to do is gonna be to let us help you rebuild somewhere that the land itself isn't trying to kill you."