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genetic make up and a sample of your blood. Using these organs, I want to
try and recreate the illness, see what its growing and feeding off of, and use
them to draw samples from to test. You carry the illness, so it's an ideal
sample to take!” She knew that she was rambling horribly, and she also knew
that that last part was probably a thousand levels of inappropriately harsh,
but she was so caught up in her train of thought that she was only peripherally
aware of the impact of her words until she had stopped talking.
Now she wanted to crawl into a hole.
“How,” Faer asked incredulously. “How did you
know that I carried the illness, Ann Claire?” She smiled apologetically and
gently stroked their arm soothingly.
“You told me.” They stared at her with wide,
silver shimmering eyes, clearly alarmed at the thought.
“I do not recall...” She could see in the
shifting colors of their eyes that they were wracking their brain to try and
find the exact moment that they disclosed this information.
“You didn't exactly say it outright,” she
said, her smile growing sad. “But I felt the pain of the symptoms that the
illness had. Your species is telepathic, but the things that are shared second
hand are more of an...” she scrunched her face up as she sought the words to
describe her experience. “More of an echo of the original. It gets the message
across, but it doesn't feel as intense as if you were channeling the
original feeling.” She stared up into their eyes. “I felt your pain. I felt what you're going through, if only for a moment.” She reached out with both
arms and held their hands in hers. “I don't want you to feel that. I don't want anyone to feel that. It's the whole reason I got into medicine in the
first place.”
“You are far more astute than I gave you credit
for,” Faer was quiet as they listened. “But that is a good thing. Both because
it will help us find the solution and...” they hooked a long finger under her
chin to bring their faces closer together. “...And because it only makes you
more endearing to me.” They let their hand fall. “Very well. Draw a sample of
my blood, and I shall prepare it for the generative apparatus.” She nodded
firmly and stepped over to an examination counter. She searched the drawers
beneath the pristine metal counter to find the needle and vials that Faer had
been using to take samples.
The artificial familiarity of
these machines and procedures was still strange to her, to a degree; while her
mind lined up everything that she planned on testing out of information that
shouldn't have felt as natural as it did, her hands moved with the genuine
practiced grace that only came with years of repeated motions in her own lab,
on her own planet, with her own knowledge gained after years of dedicated
study. Perhaps that was why she was able to handle such a large transfer of
information so easily; she had a basis to work with, something to compare the
differences with, and something to build off of in order to help even more
people than she already had. The thought comforted her, and as she turned to
face Faer with the equipment necessary to take a sample of their blood, she
found them seated beside the generative apparatus waiting patiently for her to
begin.
Chapter 13
“Alright, let's get this sample,” she said in a
soft voice when she was beside them, placing the equipment on a side table
beside their seat. “I'll be as gentle as possible, but remember that this is my
first time drawing blood from a Hakimme. If something feels wrong, let me know
immediately!”
“Anne Claire.” Their tone was kind but firm, as
if they knew that she was liable to ramble if left to her own devices. She was liable to nervously rambling
try and recreate the illness, see what its growing and feeding off of, and use
them to draw samples from to test. You carry the illness, so it's an ideal
sample to take!” She knew that she was rambling horribly, and she also knew
that that last part was probably a thousand levels of inappropriately harsh,
but she was so caught up in her train of thought that she was only peripherally
aware of the impact of her words until she had stopped talking.
Now she wanted to crawl into a hole.
“How,” Faer asked incredulously. “How did you
know that I carried the illness, Ann Claire?” She smiled apologetically and
gently stroked their arm soothingly.
“You told me.” They stared at her with wide,
silver shimmering eyes, clearly alarmed at the thought.
“I do not recall...” She could see in the
shifting colors of their eyes that they were wracking their brain to try and
find the exact moment that they disclosed this information.
“You didn't exactly say it outright,” she
said, her smile growing sad. “But I felt the pain of the symptoms that the
illness had. Your species is telepathic, but the things that are shared second
hand are more of an...” she scrunched her face up as she sought the words to
describe her experience. “More of an echo of the original. It gets the message
across, but it doesn't feel as intense as if you were channeling the
original feeling.” She stared up into their eyes. “I felt your pain. I felt what you're going through, if only for a moment.” She reached out with both
arms and held their hands in hers. “I don't want you to feel that. I don't want anyone to feel that. It's the whole reason I got into medicine in the
first place.”
“You are far more astute than I gave you credit
for,” Faer was quiet as they listened. “But that is a good thing. Both because
it will help us find the solution and...” they hooked a long finger under her
chin to bring their faces closer together. “...And because it only makes you
more endearing to me.” They let their hand fall. “Very well. Draw a sample of
my blood, and I shall prepare it for the generative apparatus.” She nodded
firmly and stepped over to an examination counter. She searched the drawers
beneath the pristine metal counter to find the needle and vials that Faer had
been using to take samples.
The artificial familiarity of
these machines and procedures was still strange to her, to a degree; while her
mind lined up everything that she planned on testing out of information that
shouldn't have felt as natural as it did, her hands moved with the genuine
practiced grace that only came with years of repeated motions in her own lab,
on her own planet, with her own knowledge gained after years of dedicated
study. Perhaps that was why she was able to handle such a large transfer of
information so easily; she had a basis to work with, something to compare the
differences with, and something to build off of in order to help even more
people than she already had. The thought comforted her, and as she turned to
face Faer with the equipment necessary to take a sample of their blood, she
found them seated beside the generative apparatus waiting patiently for her to
begin.
Chapter 13
“Alright, let's get this sample,” she said in a
soft voice when she was beside them, placing the equipment on a side table
beside their seat. “I'll be as gentle as possible, but remember that this is my
first time drawing blood from a Hakimme. If something feels wrong, let me know
immediately!”
“Anne Claire.” Their tone was kind but firm, as
if they knew that she was liable to ramble if left to her own devices. She was liable to nervously rambling
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