From:		Lonacher
Date:		17 July 1996 02:58
To:		U.S.S. Lafayette
Subject:		RE: Sickbay

<McRae, still in SickBay>

McRae's sickbay has become even more crowded.  Now Vyd has been beamed aboard, injured and infected by one of the plague victims on the planet.  Barrett and Taylor were working to stabilize him, and to keep Diego alive until McRae could find the answer she was so desperately seeking....

Interesting, she thinks. I had suspected that somehow this substance that is in Diego's system might be related to what is responsible for what is happening to the Sliders.  Yet the symptoms exhibited in Vyd's case are completely different that what I'm seeing in Diego.  

She tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, and a furrow creases her brow as she looks at the material she has rounded up.   As though sickbay isn't crowded enough...  Her thoughts turn back to events on the planet;  she hasn't received an update from Lectron in awhile.  He's capable, though; and we've bought a little time.

She looks up as Sanitoba enters; her first hope is that he is from Engineering, then she hears his introduction. She nods, and gestures at the crowded room. "Crewman, I'm Doctor McRae. As you can see, we're pretty busy here at the moment; we may need the shuttlebay as a temporary sickbay.  Ensign Pilzok put some plans in place in the event this would be necessary; it should just be a matter of implementing those plans.  The materials and medical supplies are already there, I think..."

<waits for Sanitoba's response>

 The door to Sickbay slides open again, and the Engineer she requested to assist her enters.

<OOC: I know Matt wants us to use existing NPCs where they exist; I don't know if one exists already in Engineering? So I'll refer to this person as Ensign til I get the answer.>

"All right,  Ensign, we don't have a lot of time here.."  Her Betazoid senses picking up sensations from Diego, still experiencing her intense convulsions.  ....distracting, painful...  McRae forces herself to try and block it out so she can concentrate on the task at hand.  "We've not been able to identify this substance in her system that is causing this, nor any treatment that impacts it in any way.  In the late 20th century, radiation therapy was used with varying degrees of success in treating invaders of the body which reacted to nothing else.  I'm hoping the same may be true for this substance.  I know its obsolete technology by today's standards, but its worth a try."

McRae tries to hide the worry in her face, knowing she's running out of options.  "What I want to do here is build an old-fashioned X-ray generator; I want to see if bombarding this substance with controlled radiation has any impact on its structure, and hopefully on its effects on the body.  Basically, I need a device that will allow me to control the makeup of the radiation output, quality, type of the radiation.  I need something in the range of 150 kilovolts, 2000 milliamperes,  both adjustable... Ahh, and I'll need control of the time of the exposure also; ranges from 10 milliseconds to several minutes."

She looks again at the material she's gathered, with the assistance of Operations.  "I think we've got most of what we need here; think you can put together what I need?"