Nov 29, 2008 01:19
Carson's weekly clinic duty was a bit different this week than it usually was. While he generally tried to keep his personal work to the rest of the week (especially when he had things like a revised clinic rotation to attend to) he'd come across some information in Rodney's translations of the data that they'd found on the wraith console that was more than a bit disturbing. One of the big mysteries of it all had been what on earth Michael had been doing with a modified version of the Hoffan drug, and if the most recent translations he'd gotten from Rodney were correct then...
...well, perhaps it was best if he had Rodney double check before he jumped to any conclusions. Though, Carson was fairly certain he'd have to endure Rodney insisting that he'd done everything perfectly, it was more than worth dealing with the bit of grumbling that would come along with it.
Closing his laptop, Carson was on his feet quickly. He'd only be gone long enough to have Rodney redo the translation, and he'd be back before anyone missed him.
[He's rushing out of the door, but he'll stop and turn around if your pup has actual clinic business. Also, if there's anyone about who'd been wanting a clinic shift, it's a good time to bring it up.]
john sheppard,
dr. elizabeth weir,
jill langston,
teyla emmagan,
o-ren ishii,
clinic,
dr. carson beckett