Dreams.
The nausea was overwhelming. Trista stumbled to one of the uninfected medics from the planet who glared at her. They thought she was sick, the way she held her hand over her mouth, the medic watched her carefully, scared, unsure what to do. So Trista forced herself out of the seal, the medic not quick enough to stop her. She ripped the helmet off of her eva suit and expelled her breakfast over at the edge of the woods.
Dr. Trista Elliott loves two things. She loves being a doctor, and she loves her children, who were still ship side.
She replaced her helmet after wiping off her mouth and went back inside furious. "You can't get sick inside an EVA suit!" She barked at the medic who refused to let her out as she repaired the seal. "Christ. I knew I'd get sick off of this planet's food." She muttered, sighing. She turned and looked back around the barn. So many sick people, so many of them, and no cure. Just a few more days, just a few and they would survive.
That night, she made her rounds, making sure everyone was comfortable. The victims seemed to multiply since that morning, which she should have expected. This plague would wipe out the entire planet if they didn't get that cure soon. She stepped outside and took off her helmet, sighing and walked over to the second building. Stepping inside, all of the patients weren't there. Thy must have been moved to the barn, but then, why...
The building was being filled with the posessions of the infected. Not only that, but they were also making sure that it was covering wall to wall. They were warehousing it in the temple. She shook her head and left, that was something she couldn't watch. They were dehumanizing these people. Taking away all that was dear to them: homemade blankets, family photos, pets, childrens' toys. On her way out, she saw it. Flammable liquid; cases of it, sitting outside the door. Matches. They were going to burn it all, purify it. She took off her helmet again and ran.
She stumbled backward when she impacted a body, looking up she saw Soshan, distress clear on her own face, "Are you well, Dr. Elliott?" He offered as she scrambled to her feet, helmet left on the groud. She watched him for a long moment,
"They're burning it all, they're burning their lives, their his--" She stopped and leaned into his chest and let herself sob. He patted her on the shoulder awkwardly, a comfort that she took to well. She pulled away and wiped her tears off with the plastic of the suit, only succeeding in spearing them around her face.
"Dr. Elliott, there is no way to cleanse all of their belongings. Left uncleansed, the virus could mutate and the cure would become obsolete. Surely you understand the logic in this." He explained to her, though she was still visibly shaken. Suddenly she understood that they knew, but hadn't told her, because they knew how much she loved every patient she treated.
She walked away and didn't respond. She had to be strong for her patients. If she wasn't, who else would be? The burning took place several hours later, once all of the patients had been sedated into sleep. She filed outside just to watch them toss the match, and slam the doors closed.
The flames climbed, and licked at the edges of the building in no time, but they weren't expecting the explosions. Someone grabbed her arm and dragged ehr away from where she had been rooted to the spot, horror on her face. They stumbled past the barn and toward where the crew had set up a decontaminated living area for the crew. They ran, because it was far out of the village, but a second explosion send debris flying toward the barn, and she saw it. She yanked away, she had to save the patients, she had to get them out.
"Trista, stop, you can't get them out of the shields!" The male dragging her held fast, "You'll contaminate us all, we'll die!" They yelled.
She never did get to the barn.
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Bad dreams, and all that. I dunno where that even came from.
Dr. Trista Elliott loves two things. She loves being a doctor, and she loves her children, who were still ship side.
She replaced her helmet after wiping off her mouth and went back inside furious. "You can't get sick inside an EVA suit!" She barked at the medic who refused to let her out as she repaired the seal. "Christ. I knew I'd get sick off of this planet's food." She muttered, sighing. She turned and looked back around the barn. So many sick people, so many of them, and no cure. Just a few more days, just a few and they would survive.
That night, she made her rounds, making sure everyone was comfortable. The victims seemed to multiply since that morning, which she should have expected. This plague would wipe out the entire planet if they didn't get that cure soon. She stepped outside and took off her helmet, sighing and walked over to the second building. Stepping inside, all of the patients weren't there. Thy must have been moved to the barn, but then, why...
The building was being filled with the posessions of the infected. Not only that, but they were also making sure that it was covering wall to wall. They were warehousing it in the temple. She shook her head and left, that was something she couldn't watch. They were dehumanizing these people. Taking away all that was dear to them: homemade blankets, family photos, pets, childrens' toys. On her way out, she saw it. Flammable liquid; cases of it, sitting outside the door. Matches. They were going to burn it all, purify it. She took off her helmet again and ran.
She stumbled backward when she impacted a body, looking up she saw Soshan, distress clear on her own face, "Are you well, Dr. Elliott?" He offered as she scrambled to her feet, helmet left on the groud. She watched him for a long moment,
"They're burning it all, they're burning their lives, their his--" She stopped and leaned into his chest and let herself sob. He patted her on the shoulder awkwardly, a comfort that she took to well. She pulled away and wiped her tears off with the plastic of the suit, only succeeding in spearing them around her face.
"Dr. Elliott, there is no way to cleanse all of their belongings. Left uncleansed, the virus could mutate and the cure would become obsolete. Surely you understand the logic in this." He explained to her, though she was still visibly shaken. Suddenly she understood that they knew, but hadn't told her, because they knew how much she loved every patient she treated.
She walked away and didn't respond. She had to be strong for her patients. If she wasn't, who else would be? The burning took place several hours later, once all of the patients had been sedated into sleep. She filed outside just to watch them toss the match, and slam the doors closed.
The flames climbed, and licked at the edges of the building in no time, but they weren't expecting the explosions. Someone grabbed her arm and dragged ehr away from where she had been rooted to the spot, horror on her face. They stumbled past the barn and toward where the crew had set up a decontaminated living area for the crew. They ran, because it was far out of the village, but a second explosion send debris flying toward the barn, and she saw it. She yanked away, she had to save the patients, she had to get them out.
"Trista, stop, you can't get them out of the shields!" The male dragging her held fast, "You'll contaminate us all, we'll die!" They yelled.
She never did get to the barn.
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Bad dreams, and all that. I dunno where that even came from.