Re: All the king's horses, all the king's men. 9.5/? F!Shep/Garrus
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April 21 2012, 22:06:56 UTC
Shepard can't even look at the sympathy on the Doctor's face. “His immune system?” she questions dully.
Chakwas doesn't answer for a second, and Shepard watches her hands tighten on the table until her knuckles show starkly white. “ That damage is the result of repeated exposure to levo based proteins,” at Shepard's confused glance, she clarifies softly, “my guess is that this is from....what looks like weeks of unprotected...abuse.”
Shepard lowers her head to rest against her palm, wishing she could simply press her hands over her ears. “He's also been injected multiple times with the street drug 'haze'...its a nerve stimulant popular with batarians. It acts to reduce motor function, while enhancing nerve stimuli to the brain....the biggest problem is that, again, it's synthesized for non dextro users.” Shepard remembers the crisscross pattern of needle marks on Garrus' arm and feels sick.
“What is your recommendation then,” Shepard asks hollowly.
“Honestly?” Chakwas doesn't even wait for Shepard to nod, “he should be transferred to a trauma hospital, as soon as possible.”
Shepard tries to imagine Garrus waking up in another strange and unfamiliar place. They would drug him there she realized, probably restrain him when he tried to fight them; he would end up in some psych ward, dosed to complacency and trapped in the horrors of his own mind. “No,” Shepard says firmly, “not an option.”
“Commander,” Shepard can hear the censure in the Doctor's voice, “this is not the place for someone recovering from that kind of physical trauma, that's even not taking the probable mental damage into account.”
“I said no.” Shepard watches the Doctor stiffen at the coldness in her voice. “What are our other options.”
“I can try to surgically repair the worst of the damage here,” Chakwas sounds resigned, “I can tell you right now its going to require extensive cybernetic grafting; I'll require Dr. Solus to scrub in on this as well.”
“Do it,” Shepard pushes herself back from the table, willing her knees to keep her steady.
“Very well commander,” Dr.Chakwas rises to join her, moving forward to rest a sympathetic hand against Shepard's shoulder, “I'll do everything I can for Garrus, but you have to understand he's very weak, he may not even survive this.”
Shepard can't even look at the sympathy on the Doctor's face. “His immune system?” she questions dully.
Chakwas doesn't answer for a second, and Shepard watches her hands tighten on the table until her knuckles show starkly white. “ That damage is the result of repeated exposure to levo based proteins,” at Shepard's confused glance, she clarifies softly, “my guess is that this is from....what looks like weeks of unprotected...abuse.”
Shepard lowers her head to rest against her palm, wishing she could simply press her hands over her ears. “He's also been injected multiple times with the street drug 'haze'...its a nerve stimulant popular with batarians. It acts to reduce motor function, while enhancing nerve stimuli to the brain....the biggest problem is that, again, it's synthesized for non dextro users.” Shepard remembers the crisscross pattern of needle marks on Garrus' arm and feels sick.
“What is your recommendation then,” Shepard asks hollowly.
“Honestly?” Chakwas doesn't even wait for Shepard to nod, “he should be transferred to a trauma hospital, as soon as possible.”
Shepard tries to imagine Garrus waking up in another strange and unfamiliar place. They would drug him there she realized, probably restrain him when he tried to fight them; he would end up in some psych ward, dosed to complacency and trapped in the horrors of his own mind. “No,” Shepard says firmly, “not an option.”
“Commander,” Shepard can hear the censure in the Doctor's voice, “this is not the place for someone recovering from that kind of physical trauma, that's even not taking the probable mental damage into account.”
“I said no.” Shepard watches the Doctor stiffen at the coldness in her voice. “What are our other options.”
“I can try to surgically repair the worst of the damage here,” Chakwas sounds resigned, “I can tell you right now its going to require extensive cybernetic grafting; I'll require Dr. Solus to scrub in on this as well.”
“Do it,” Shepard pushes herself back from the table, willing her knees to keep her steady.
“Very well commander,” Dr.Chakwas rises to join her, moving forward to rest a sympathetic hand against Shepard's shoulder, “I'll do everything I can for Garrus, but you have to understand he's very weak, he may not even survive this.”
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