From:		Lonacher
Date:		12 July 1996 00:41
To:		U.S.S. Lafayette
Subject:		RE: Sickbay

<McRae, in Sickbay>

McRae sits back for a moment, giving her tired eyes a rest from staring through the microscope at the substance that was coursing through Diego's system.  She had spent most of the night trying to find something that would affect it, that would at least slow down its acceleration effects upon Diego's brain activities.  Nothing.....

This is really frustrating; I can't even identify the molecular makeup of this substance. You'd think all that time I spent on the research station, I might have picked up some information that could help here...  

McRae's thoughts run almost frantically through her experiences at her last duty station, hoping to trigger some idea that may help find a treatment for Diego.  Again.... nothing. 

McRae's attention is briefly caught by a sudden flareup in the Intensive Care Unit;  Diego is again under siege of the attack of this substance.  It seems to be the worst yet.  A brief flash of hopelessness crosses McRae's face; she considers advising the captain of Diego's condition.  She decides its better not to; what would she say to him anyway?  That she's given up?

Her eyes suddenly widen; no tiredness in them now.... She recalls some information from one of her medical classes.  Obsolete technology by today's standards, but in the late twentieth century, it was used extensively for treating "hopeless" cases, for destroying the invaders of the body that had no other cure....  

She taps her comm badge:  "Captain:  We've made no progress in Diego's situation.  I have an idea, but I need the help of the best engineer we've got.  Is there someone available to assist me?  I may also need Operations to round up some materials we'll need...."