Posted by Lieutenant Commander Bethany Kovra Gadi (Chief of Security) in side-sim: New Rhythms

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Aasrel Izei (Chief Medical Officer) in side-sim: New Rhythms

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“Part of it,” Aasrel replied. “I have news.” He stretched in his chair, he had been sitting there a while. Doctor Th’rethiss had stopped by and planted the sample under Aasrel’s skin. It was a 24 hour test to see if there was a reaction.

Bethany sat up a little straighter. News was good. Whether it was positive or negative didn’t matter. It was information. “Tell me.”

Aasrel looked at her, meeting her gaze. “There was something in the tissue sample from your paracortex. An unknown neurotransmitters in huge quantities. It’s blocking the psylosynine from going where it’s supposed to. I need to look up what the neurotransmitter is, and once I do, I can find a way to block it.”

~ Aasrel

Bethany looked confused. “Unknown? How did I get an unknown neurotransmitter? Aren’t those produced by my body? Is it a virus or something? Human and Betazoid medicine is pretty complete. How is it unknown? Is that what made me start making psilosynine? I mean I’ve never produced it in the first place.” Rapid fire questions that probably had no answers or connections. “If it’s blocking the psilosynine is that why it’s going to my blood stream and making me sick? Won’t the same thing happen with this other one if you block it?”

Bethany

Aasrel answered her questions one at a time, taking her hand in his and squeezing it. “It has to be produced by your body and I’m going to find out why. But finding out what it is might tell me why. It’s not a virus. I think it may have caused a delay in your production of psilosynine. That is why it’s leaking into your bloodstream, because it can’t go where it’s supposed to. And yes, that could happen, but not if I can stop production of it… I don’t know till I find out more.” He squeezed her hand. “That’s what I’m going to do today. I’m going to find out what it is.”

~ Aasrel

Bethany nodded after he finished talking, Her gaze was focused on the middle distance while letting the information sink in. Her focus returned to him, “You’re going to the station. I’m going with you.” It was fact not a question. She had a strict buddy protocol for anyone leaving the ship.

“You’re sick. You’re staying. There’s a whole Security department that can escort me,” Aasrel argued.

“What about you? Were you and Th’rethiss able to start the donor sample testing?”

Bethany

He nodded and held out his arm, palm up, rolling up the sleeve. There was a circle in marker in the middle of his forearm. “If it turns red or itches or there’s a rash, it’s a reaction and you can’t donate. If it doesn’t, you can. We’ll know tomorrow morning.”

~ Aasrel