The Ashes of Moonfall

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How many hours had she been working now?

 

Dr. Harris and some of the others had gone off in search of food, but Gid had committed herself to seeing every patient in the ward before she could rest. The mental images of the slain patient and the recovering young boy goaded her on like she was a first-year resident trying to impress the attending. In this case the attending was the whole Klingon Empire. They had to start building trust somewhere.

 

Once the supplies had finally showed up, she rushed to get hyronalin to where it was needed. She wanted to halt the deteriorating tissue throughout their bodies. Using her protoplaser, she'd collected samples of some of the particles embedded inside the patients, from their three lungs, the multi-chambered stomach, cauliflower-shaped kidneys, and their huge livers. All showed signs of emitting theta radiation.

 

She wiped away a small bead of sweat from the front of her bald scalp. From what she could tell, environmental controls either didn't exist or weren't on. When she'd asked, one of the Klingon medics had said something about not wasting resources on comfort.

 

It turns out they had a lot to say, but didn't seem to be doing much. Another one of the Klingon medics had looked over her shoulder and said something about not robbing the patients of their pain, but hadn't made her stop what she was doing.

 

She had no intention of stopping.

 

She wondered when Challenger would call for her, tell her to get back to her sickbay. She only knew she'd made her decision. She wasn't going. Not when there was a whole field of stricken men, women, and children to tend. Their moon had fallen from the sky, right on them. Until these beds were empty, she was here to heal.