"What do we need?" Hiro furrowed his brow as he prepared to act.
"[She requires a counter-agent. I recommend a procaine-based stimulant. It will negate the sedative's effects.]"
"Where can we get that?" Hiro asked, as he paced, the remnant of the adrenaline in his vein still made him a bit hyped.
"[Medical wing, opposite side of the station.]" Nova replied.
"Damn, that's not part of the plan," Hiro muttered, glancing at Mira, who met his gaze with a steely resolve.
"What's wrong," she asked.
"We'll have to go to the medical wing. We need Tisha awake." Hiro explained.
"Medical wing? That's way out of our mapped out path." Tisha said with a sigh of resignation. "Can't we manage till we get to the spaceship?"
"I don't want to." Hiro said.
The elevator dinged, reaching their floor. The doors slid open to a dimly lit corridor, eerily quiet. They stepped out, Mira leading the way, her weapon ready.
