How a woman was exposed to a type of radiation found in deep space was baffling to Cetas. The hall was loud as personnel rushed in. Cylinders quickly popped out of the machine as quickly as he put them in. It was quite loud as he worked quickly. Soon twenty-four of them were filled. He left one beside the room and the others went on a tray. He briskly walked to decontaminate himself. The situation had become more convoluted as time passed.
And he had to update them of her condition. The lights went off in the room and a green light flooded the room as the medical equipment installed an intravenous port. Ultraviolet light flashed to sterilise the room as it began to dry the room. Cetas looked up as her red hair whipped around, it was very tangled now. He added grooming to her to do list. The machine finished by hooking up intravenous fluids, the bag was big enough to heal someone three times her size and included stem fluid to repair any cellular damage.
'It was regretful that her clothing and possessions were tainted. Many will be disappointed by this.' Cetas thought.
He handed the tray to the already nude Andras and stripped off his own clothes. He sent them down to the incineration shaft. Cetas sent an urgent message to the Administrator of Izaberne Station and the Leadership Council to do a scan for the radiation's energy signature should it become a threat to the population. He stepped into the decontamination unit, he pulled a fresh pair of oxygen tubes, stuck them into his nostrils and mouth and started the machine. He closed his eyes and the deafening rumble of the machine drowned the sound outside. Cetas took some time to relax for a moment. It was going to be a very busy shift.
"Cetas, it is complete." his coworker said as he stepped out of the decontamination unit.
"Inject everyone who was around her to be sure. We will all be alright." Cetas said calmly as he injected himself and then headed into the room to do the same to the soaked woman in the room with pity. He emptied seven cylinders, repeatedly injecting her with the serum as the room soon filled with fresh units of blood. Samples were taken to begin growing compatible bone marrow from her now decontaminated body. These would need to be implanted for her to be able to produce her own blood properly in the future. Cetas was glad they ordered her complete sedation, this was going to be very painful since she did not have implants.
Jarrad came in long after most of the work had been completed. He was here to complete some more of the detailed work. He was the current administrator of the Izaberne Station Hospital and an expert at limb repair and had experience in installing implants. He had received this post years ago after spending the majority of his youth in the Outer System. He was not called in overnight because there was so much more to work on before working on the wound. She had received countless units of stem and blood. There were nutrition bags feeding her what her body lacked. She was a disaster victim.
'Was there an unsealed mine somewhere that was missed or reopened?' Jarrad thought. He knew that orbiting stations were investigating. It had been a long day filled with surprises and Cetas looked really happy to hand off the work to him as he went off duty.
His colleagues looked incredibly fatigued. It had been a long extended shift, with more staff arriving in as the evening and night went on. She had everyone in close proximity, and one from orbit that came to work on her. The virus was challenging to cure, but it was the easiest thing about her circumstances to fix. They had some excellent material to research pending approval. Although the symptoms were very minor they had a zero tolerance policy to let disease spread. Her eyes, ears and teeth were healed and realigned. The pervasive toxins that had contaminated her system from her diet. They had gotten a lot done before he came in.Jarrad tucked his shaggy brown hair behind his ear as he stared at the chart on his display.
He cursed at the staff that administered the pain medication and sedatives prior to her arrival, luckily Joreum was skilled in pharmacology and thought quickly, the rest of them were unlucky to be incompetent under the scrutiny of leadership. What awaited the emergency workers was a tour of the outer ring shuttling workers or low staffed observation stations in the forests looking for natural wildfires. He hoped they both enjoyed isolation. They had never calculated a dosage for someone this small as the workers here were all large, they should have been more diligent. They were either under-dosing her and she would wake up, or overdoing it like in the emergency vehicle when they had almost lost her. He tsked angrily in his own head. He should not feel bad, but he did.
She was the first female in Izaberne Station in over twenty years, the frigid cold climate deterred most individuals. There was a formerly popular hot spring, but the weather just had become colder, and the warm season barely lasted three cycles. No one from the Alphem class hunted anymore. It was popular among some crowds of Bitas and Daleths. That is why the remuneration for this post was so high. The whole station was buzzing with activity. People cleaning. People bringing their best garments and food for the female. He did not know where they got it. Some of it was antique. Some of it was handcrafted, but looked very new. Most of it was too large. They were all very beautiful. She was only wearing the top half of a set and it came down to above her knees. He wondered which coworker it came from. It was a shame that she was being kept sedated by orders, but Jarrad did not mind all the rich and luxurious meals that he and the staff were receiving in her stead. There were many gifts that she might never see. Alphem were territorial. It was just admiration, they were so rare and delicate. Practical ones like hair combs and oils had been used to brush and tame the rusty coloured cloud of hair she had after it dried. She would at least not look like a complete mess when they picked her up. She looked pretty ill, but she looked better than when she arrived.
'Where did you come from? What is so special about you?' Jarrad thought.
He was awakened very early by a rapid influx of messages from the group when the ambulance rolled in. However until she was decontaminated, something that Cetas could handle on the shift by himself and the infection was gone he was not needed. Jarrad opted to go back to bed. He was not really interested in Matriarchs, Alphem or the gossip or pictures of Bitas that were traded among his staff. He had nothing to offer her, except healing her limb in the best manner possible and experience in implanting.
The people of Izaberne rarely saw females, due to the mostly cold climate they would hardly visit the area. If you were posted here, even if you were an Alphem your chances were still very low in encountering a female. Some escaped to Izaberne because of that fact. It was easier to embrace some sort of life and family without the reminder of something you could not have. Most people here, men like him, came off the breeding racks. Though the Alphem were here, they mostly stayed away except for the ones who were pressured to come. When they did they were apparently relieved to find out that she was unconscious and left. Jarrad thought that this was wise in comparison to the others that were in love with someone they could never chance to know already.
'How could you love someone that you have not known? Wasn't it unfair to her?' Jarrad thought to himself. People were the reason why Jarrad did not like being a doctor originally. Jarrad sighed.
"Not even you can do what you want to do." Jarrad muttered in her room. He wanted to be a genetic researcher. The one who solved the great problem. He would be careful to not succumb to foolish notions like his former spouse and coworkers and look at this rationally as she would leave. Yeom was probably just looking for a reason to call it off this morning. He did not hold it against the female. It was delusional to think that he would buy it. He would be professional about treating her and possibly maybe get to work on a team to serve her should he do a commendable enough job. That was a pipe dream. He may get a promotion out of this, but would it be somewhere he would want to be. He was already an administrator here. He kept his team on track, however he could not deny her tiny size, and the way she spoke and cried on camera made a lot of people emotional.
'This is why they keep women tightly secured. This would probably cause an uptick in depression here. Not her fault though.' Jarrad thought. He sucked in a sigh
She was interesting looking, exotic, her red hair and she had an interesting skin pigmentation usually only found rarely and localised, but it was spread across her body in such an intensity without exposure to outdoors. She was conventionally attractive with long eyelashes, her eyes were a light blue. Like glacial ice or the clear water of the warm shores of Callor. Comparatively to the other females, she was small and frail looking. However she had big mounds of full mammary tissue and a nice padding around her hips and buttocks. Making her figure really appealing. She had a thin nose and full pink lips. She gave off that feeling she needed to be protected by all the men that gazed upon her. She was shorter than he was. He could appreciate her exotic beauty, it was something you could gaze upon because it was different.
'She is a patient now, but she will have a better life now. Is it really a better life? You will probably be very offended since you were caught in a trap and then trapped. I would feel like an animal' Jarrad thought to himself as he prepared a tray with her interface equipment. He felt immense pity.
He approached her bed with the medication. She smelled incredible even though she had been thoroughly disinfected and cleaned during her decontamination. It smelled sweet, slightly musky and woody like a forest. It was really weird. The amount of coworkers that passed through the small ward repeatedly was old. Jarrad applied ointment to burn wounds. It would at least not scar. She had plenty of scars already, enough to show she had a hard life. He felt immense pity for her. Jarrad rationalised it. She'd be spared the pain of the procedure if done when she was sedated was the official reason for not gaining her consent for the procedure. It was not like they would really give anyone the choice. Sure she would live a life of luxuries and opulence, but he knew what was ahead of her and it was not the semblance of 'freedom' people like him had. Jarrad sighed and picked up the tray and made his way into the room. "Heal all because we can and not for our own benefits" he muttered to himself sarcastically the creed of the healer, which was pretty sarcastic coming from the Allari corporation in which profited from his work.