151. Broken (Kinda accidental post)

[thegooddrjones]

[The following post is a rarity for Martha: it's hand written. She has the stereotypic doctoring scratch. Also on the page is a crudely drawn picture of a hand with various arrows pointing to it. She didn't mean to post this publicly, but... Right now she's nanomited so she's lost her ability to doctor, and her compassion, which pretty much means

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[symbiotastic]

I find that flashcards usually help.

[thegooddrjones]

Says the man who is scared of real medicine.

[Yeah, that filtering bit is gone.]

[symbiotastic]

[Awwwkward laugh.] I'm not afraid.

[thegooddrjones]

And yet...

Whatever, I don't care anyway. You'll probably get typhoid or tetanus or the plague and someone else will need to deal with that.

[symbiotastic]

[Waaay too defensively:] You can't catch those diseases in outer space! [...he assumes.]

[thegooddrjones]

We've had SARS here, and the black plague.

And zombies.

You'll see.

[symbiotastic]

Why are you so calm about that?

[thegooddrjones]

Because I don't care. Let someone else do it. Someone else has to do it.

[symbiotastic]

Boy, someone has got a killer case of apathy right now.

[thegooddrjones]

I just need to remember.

[symbiotastic]

Yeah, well, that's why I suggested flashcards. Geez, what kinda operation are you guys running here?

[thegooddrjones]

I run it, I think. The infirmary. I don't anymore.

[symbiotastic]

So, if someone were to, hypothetically, go on a murderous rampage and send loads of injured and/or dead shipmates there... There wouldn't be anyone to help them out?

Just. You know. Throwing a possible scenario out there.

[thegooddrjones]

No. Don't care.

[And her head is freaking screaming at her, bit still]

Don't care.

[symbiotastic]

[GOOD TO KNOW! He tries not to look too excited.]

...What a tight, horrifying ship you guys run here.

[thegooddrjones]

I don't care.