A Trill's Convalescence

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“A Trill’s Convalescence”

Stardate 0512.12

Lieutenant (jg) Tandaris Admiran

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The road to recovery was a long one, but it was not particularly difficult. After Doctor Felix’s stimulation of the immune systems of those infected, recovery was swift. Tandaris’ vital signs settled back into the normal range quite shortly. Unfortunately, his symbiont was a different story.

 

Admiran’s connection to Tandaris had been damaged. Severely. Their isoboromine levels had fluctuated too wildly to keep it stable, and now it looked like the damage may be permanent. Even if Tandaris did wake up, would he even be the same person?

 

The greyscale beach faded and disappeared. Tandaris’ eyes opened only to be confronted by the dull illumination of Morningstar’s sickbay. His mouth opened with a gasp of new air; it felt dry and tasted worse. Tandaris gagged and his hands instinctively went to his belly, as if trying to protect the symbiont within.

 

A doctor with bushy eyebrows and a crisp goatee hovered over Tandaris. “Lieutenant Admiran? Can you hear me?”

 

Tandaris nodded stiffly, attempting to sit up, but realising quickly that this was, in fact, a bad idea. The doctor smiled condescendingly and continued on in a learned tone, “How many fingers am I holding up?”

 

“Three,” Tandaris discerned, “four in Cardassian notation.” The doctor nodded at the first response and gave a confused expression at the second but did not comment. He disappeared from Tandaris’ view for several moments before returning with a medical tricorder, which he ran over the length of Tandaris’ body.

 

Tandaris saw fit to ask, “What happened, doctor?”

 

Briefly the events of the day were recounted to Tandaris: the viral spores, the infection, his isoboromine imbalance, the cure, and the recovery. Tandaris absorbed it with relative grace while trying to reason if the doctor was delusional or not. In the end, he learned that his connection to his symbiont had been restored literally just in time, by the skills of both Camelot and Morningstar medical practitioners.

 

Tandaris squinted at the doctor. “I’m kind of hungry.”