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[Audio: Stop Plaguing Him, People] Monday, Week 22

This is Dr. McCoy.

No thanks to our charming neighbours behind the blue dome, we have both a treatment and a preventative vaccine for both stages of the plague, so put any plans to torch any more of the damned city on hold.

If you're new around these parts and/or you haven't been exposed or infected, come to the hospital and we'll vaccinate you.

If you or anyone you know is sick with the second stage, come to the hospital and we'll dispense the treatment for it. First stage too, but if you don't remember that we've been able to treat that one for some weeks now, you should arrange for a hearing and memory test while you're at it.

On the subject of tests, if you've been around enough that you reasonably should've gotten sick, come to the hospital. We'll vaccinate you, but we'll also want to screen your blood to make sure that you aren't an asymptomatic carrier -- we've found a few of them so far. If that's the case, then you're a walking, talking vector to reinfect people until we can give you a course of drugs to clear the bug from your system. This isn't something to be ashamed of, it's just something that you need to get sorted out. Don't be an idiot out of some sense of misbegotten pride or guilt or whatever screw's come loose.

McCoy out.

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[Have a tired smile from Bruce, who has already been helping out around the hospital and sickrooms as much as possible since Saturday.]

If there's anything I can do to help as far as vaccinations and treatments are concerned, don't hesitate to let me know. Professor Lyall worked me into the rounds already.

[Bones has seen the man around the hospital, but between their mutual activity levels he hasn't had much of a chance to chat. He flicks to video as well and nods brief approval of Bruce's renewed existence.]

Not surprised. The man's been on a mission to police my sleep schedule... but I think we could work you in. I'll oversee a couple vaccinations and antiviral dispenses to make sure you've got the technique down and then you can probably go it on your own."

Thanks, Dr. McCoy, I'd appreciate it. I'd like to provide as much assistance as I can.

At this stage, it's mostly dispensing and watching for complications. To be honest, we were hitting the extinction phase of the epidemic anyway -- the entire damned town's either dead, or recovered and immune.

[And doesn't Bones sound just chipper at that thought. The dour expression is somehow more entrenched for a moment.]

Still, it'll help speed some recoveries, at least.

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I'd be willing to help with any part of it, really, whether it's any remaining vaccinations or...cleaning up. [it's the nicest way he knows how to phrase it]

[It's a nice way to p hrase it, but Bones still takes the meaning, and favours Bruce with a short, sharp headshake.]

Better to keep 'let the dead bury the dead' in the realm of literature. If you want to help with vaccinations, you're more than welcome, but your talents are wasted on funeral pyres. The ship's had a power drain, I hear, and if those pods are the best life support we've got, then that's where you should focus, Dr. Banner.

If I didn't know better, I'd almost think you were trying to call 'em out.

If all it took was a bit of broadside snark about their attempts to burn down my damned hospital, I'm pretty sure the Old City would've been a crater long before me.

Still... fair enough.

I'd put good money on there being a reason it isn't, personally.

Well of course. Wouldn't even need to go beyond mid-20th century technology to blow us all to hell and gone quite nicely. But then the totalitarians next door wouldn't have such a handy external force to threaten or rile up their people with.

I think it's more than that. Fear that someone else'll slap them down if they get too expansionistic, maybe.

You could be on to something. We did catch a glimpse of another domed city in the distance on that first field trip my ass got dragged on.

[Because clearly he can't just say 'I went out to a creepy island voluntarily'.]

Could be possible that they're not all totalitarian loons. Or that they are, but they're fighting amongst themselves.

How close did you get?

[That curiousity's hard to miss.]

And even if they aren't all totalitarian, they are isolationist. That's dangerous enough on its own.

Not close enough for a good look, unfortunately. You could talk to the resident robot-aircraft about booking a private tour, or maybe ask the local reckless genius in the metal rocket suit to do a flyby.

[Ashley's low snort is probably laughter.]

You know, I honestly can't say which of those options sounds worse. I guess the reckless genius is less likely to turn actively homicidal.

No, if we're talking actively, my money's on the reckless genius. Not because I think he would, but because the robot-aircraft is about the most passive creation I've ever witnessed.

Still, the genius is probably your best bet, if he hasn't gotten himself blown up.

If I look him up, I'll let him know you gave a glowing recommendation.

I just woke up not long ago. Should I come to this hospital then?

That would depend on how long ago 'not long ago' was. If it was more than four days ago, then get down here. If it wasn't, then I want to know if you've got any skill at practical nursing, and if you do... get down here.

It wasn't. But couldn't I still get sick?

[ a pause. ugh sick people, she's NEVER been good with them. ]

I'm not much help in the hospital department.

No. We introduced the vaccine into the stasis pods, so anybody waking up already has a dose of it on board.

[A beat.]

You're welcome.

...thanks.

[ the word falls flat; it's hard to tell if she means it. ]

I can't help sick people but I can forage or get supplies from somewhere if you need.

[ she actually doesn't care so much about helping, but she needs something to do. ]

Supplies and food aren't my area of concern, although I'm sure that the people who do look after them wouldn't object to more. Normally I'd tell you to talk to Edmund, but he's still up in the hills. Go find Professor Lyall or Ms. Potts and they can put you to work.

I spoke to Professor Lyall earlier, so I know who that is. I'll look for him.

Do that. And then, if you get bitten, stabbed, mauled, trampled or break something in a fall, come see me and I'll patch you back up so you can probably go right out and do it all again.

This isn't exactly making me WANT to go risk my neck for people I've never met.

Who's saying you have to? People staying sensibly where they're put and not rushing off into whatever damned fool adventure calls to them would make my life a lot easier.

Of course, you'll just go anyway. People always do.

I intend to go exploring. I don't intend to get mauled or shot or whatever.

[ And she doesn't really intend to risk her neck for other people, despite what McCoy says. In the end, she probably will do it, because that's how it goes, but it's not in her immediate intentions. ]

Nobody ever intends it. Just watch your back anyway. Think of my stress levels.

Are you the only doctor? What about Dr. Banner?

Nuclear physicist, not MD, for all he's got some decent practical training from somewhere.

There are other doctors, but it would be just my luck to have you come in when I'm on shift, having gotten on the wrong end of an andrewsarchus.

[Although really, is there a right end to those things?]

[ She has no idea what that means, but she gets that he's not the medical kind of doctor. Okay. ]

I'll be careful, but, what's an "andrewsarchus" exactly?

Big, fangy prehistoric creature. Some young idiot out with the quarantine group was on the network with a pair of cubs he'd gotten.

Take care. See me if you need patching up, and if you lose a limb or some fingers, at least try to bring 'em all back with you so I can sew them on again?

[With a shake of his head, Bones' hand moves to end the call, athough he hovers in case of any final questions.]

[ she's too confused to ask anything else. Andrewsarchus, what the hell. ]

Yeah. I'll do that.

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