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Carson had been happy when Ronon had shown up on the island again not long ago. Granted, he hadn't expected to find the man looming over a couple of wraith corpses in the snow, but he'd been happy to see him, all the same. While they hadn't known each other terribly well before, he'd always been personable...in his own way. And though Ronon being round again was all well and good, Carson had also been just a bit happy about seeing the wraith bodies as well (once he was certain they were dead), then there was no harm in that, was there?
Currently, Carson was in the clinic, one of the wraith bodies on the exam table as he pulled on a pair of gloves. One of the saving graces of the island currently being under snow was that Carson wasn't under the restraints of the lab's small freezers. As long as it was still cold out, they'd keep well, and he'd be able to catch up on all the practical work that he'd been missing out on.
Reading all of his notes from Atlantis was one thing, but being able to actually continue his studies on the wraith was another thing entirely. Especially when it came to the enzyme. He'd seen what it had done to Lieutenant Ford, and now that there was a chance again, Carson was determined to figure out a way to reverse that process. Sure, here on the island, whatever drug or cure he might come up with wouldn't do much good to anything back home, but at the very least, he'd have his own peace of mind.
"Alright." Carson said, putting on the magnifying headset that he'd scarcely had a chance to use since he'd brought it with him to the island, "May as well dig in."
[Carson with a wraith, inna clinic! :D It'll look a bit like this (the big one), except dead. :D]
Currently, Carson was in the clinic, one of the wraith bodies on the exam table as he pulled on a pair of gloves. One of the saving graces of the island currently being under snow was that Carson wasn't under the restraints of the lab's small freezers. As long as it was still cold out, they'd keep well, and he'd be able to catch up on all the practical work that he'd been missing out on.
Reading all of his notes from Atlantis was one thing, but being able to actually continue his studies on the wraith was another thing entirely. Especially when it came to the enzyme. He'd seen what it had done to Lieutenant Ford, and now that there was a chance again, Carson was determined to figure out a way to reverse that process. Sure, here on the island, whatever drug or cure he might come up with wouldn't do much good to anything back home, but at the very least, he'd have his own peace of mind.
"Alright." Carson said, putting on the magnifying headset that he'd scarcely had a chance to use since he'd brought it with him to the island, "May as well dig in."
[Carson with a wraith, inna clinic! :D It'll look a bit like this (the big one), except dead. :D]
