Episode 16 - On Gaspra
Patient: Soothgrantoth; Aaran; [Redacted]
Date: 659/2/2732
Patient IDs to follow.
Presenting Complaint: to follow.
You know how bar fights are . . .
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Transcript
[MUSIC: The Vesta Clinic theme]
[SOUND: clinic doors open, chaos in the waiting room, wet footsteps running, human footsteps, cinic doors close]
FAYE
Hey, sounds like Calyxy’s got her claws full. How’s our pilot?
DAKARAI
They’re okay. Xael’s running another gas but their blood sugar ’s downtrending and they just groaned at me as I re-cannulated them which I think is an excellent sign. How’d you know they’re a pilot?
[SOUND: item picked up from the desk]
FAYE
Katleho Tshabalala, Pilot of the Eluthero. One of the other patients was ‘looking after it’ for them.
[SOUND: item put down on desk]
DAKARAI
[Laughs] Poor Katleho. They’ve had a shocker. How are you getting on?
FAYE
Yeah, fine. I’m giving Ser ‘I might never feast my eyes on the moonlight as it hits my Snothrund’s parietal feathers ever again’ a bit of time for spontaneous recovery. I’ve patched up the other two as much as they’ll let me.
DAKARAI
Nice. I used to love a good trauma case. There’s only one rule, in my experience.
FAYE
I can . . . think of a few. But, go on?
DAKARAI
If there’s a bit of white string poking out of a wound. Don’t pull it. Might be a nerve.
FAYE
… Rai?
DAKARAI
What can I say? Ophir General Emergency Department were blessed to have me.
FAYE
Rai?!
DAKARAI
Let us know if you have any issues. Xael says:
[SEC: typing on screen]
FAYE
[Simultaneous with the typing] ‘Call me if you need me’.
DAKARAI
Correct and correct! She also said that you’re doing her a massive favour by seeing the other three and she’s grateful.
FAYE
She did?
DAKARAI
The spaces between words are where the true meaning lies, Dr Underwood.
[SOUND: footsteps clinic doors open, chaos in the waiting room]
FAYE
Get outta here.
DAKARAI
Bye!
[SEC: typing on screen]
Bye, Sec!
[SOUND: footsteps, cinic doors close]
FAYE
Uh, right! Who do you want to start with?
[SEC: typing on screen, affirmative ping]
Hm, yeah. So our pilot, Katleho, was the first patient we saw but I think Xaelest will do their letter once they’re stable.
I was worried when I saw them, all floppy in the arms of the Doothgrund. I don’t think we’ve had a patient that sick since the -
[SEC: typing on screen]
Since the star whale, yeah. I don’t know if you caught this at the time, but we could literally smell what the problem was.
[SEC: questioning ping]
When diabetics go into ketoacidosis they can get this sweet smell on their breath. We looked like a gang of qiquks sniffing the air around them as they were dropped onto the examination bench in Xael’s room. It helped our diagnostic reasoning that their glucose was unreadable on the fluidiser as well.
[SEC: typing on screen, questioning ping]
Oh, please, if you can.
[SEC: file open]
Oh, that’s better! I mean, 29 is not good but it’s better. Isn’t Dr Adra good?
[SEC: affirmative ping, typing]
[Laugh] She’s always good, she’s just nicer when I’ve done my letters. Ready?
[MUSIC: begins]
Date: 659/2/2732
Patient: Soothgrantoth, Doothgrund
Patient ID: 75893454
Soothgrantoth is a 15 Vesta Year old Doothgrund who presented to the clinic today in . . . distress . . . following what appears to have been a violent altercation on the nearby asteroid of Gaspra.
[SEC: typing on screen]
[Laughs] Like Rai said, the spaces between words are where the true meaning lies. There’s a reason why the simile for violent chaos is: like a bar fight on Gaspra. I’m letting the reader create an accurate mental image.
The patient arrived in a small group, each member with their own medical issues. We were directed to see this gentlesomeone as a matter of urgency as they were agitated in the waiting room, stumbling around and groaning. Our clinic nurse was concerned that, given the tremendous bulk which comes with being a Doothgrund, they were at risk of harming themself, another patient or a staff member.
With effort, myself and Calyxy were able to guide Soothgrantoth into my clinic room and straight onto the examination bench. They had a number of superficial injuries, most likely laser burns -
[SEC: typing on screen, questioning ping]
Um, from the look of them, but also because Calyxy told me in a low hiss that the scanner had pinged for a laser gun on the group’s entry to the satellite.
Um, they had a number of superficial injuries, suspected to be laser burns. The lesions were concentrated across the topography of their horned face and - and I noted the presence of a few singed parietal feathers as they fanned Soothgrantoth’s face in an anxious dance.
The patient’s main complaint, which ricocheted off the walls of the clinic room as they bellowed, was a loss of vision. We were able to extract little detail about the fight itself, but it seemed that the patient had sustained damage to their eyes during some kind of - what did I call it earlier? Violent altercation.
‘MY SNOTHGRUND, MY AQALBNOTH. WILL I SEE THEIR HORNS AGAIN?’ Soothgrantoth vibrated as we eased them down onto the bench. I quickly realised they were referring to their life partner and the anxiety I had about being in an enclosed space with 2.3 megagrams of flailing doothgrund eased a little.
‘Tell me about them.’ I tried, because I am never too good for light distraction. ‘Where are they now?’
‘MY AQALBNOTH, THEY ARE WITH OUR SHIP AND OUR JEV. HE GETS LONELY!’
Once Soothgrantoth connected the dots from their current situation to me examining them to hopefully seeing their aqalbnoth - their husband - again, they became compliant enough to proceed.
Um, I’ve already kind of said that the history was useless, haven’t I? They say that there is no such thing as a bad historian, just a bad history taker.
[SEC: affirmative ping, typing on screen]
Exactly. I invite them to try.
My patient denied being in a fight. They could not account for their lacerations or sudden loss of vision. However, when I asked them if they lost their vision before or after they were shot by the laser gun they said: AFTER. And then: OH.
It was not possible to probe any further about the visual loss as every mention of it sent Soothgrantoth into a fresh wave of despair.
[SEC: typing on screen]
You’re so right. If they were Thyreophoran I wouldn’t have been able to see either because of all the smoke.
[SEC: affirmative ping]
Right, yes. So, on examination:
A delicate clean of the face with sterile wash revealed three superficial lacerations with cauterised edges in keeping with laser fire injuries. Two of the lacerations led up into each eye and another traversed from their prominent upper lip to the base of their central horn. Whoever had shot at them was aiming for their face.
On eye examination, my patient was able to make out light bilaterally and my general outline with the left eye. There was corneal injection bilaterally, staining their greenish sclera pink. Pupillary responses were normal. Eye movements were tested by asking the patient to look towards the shoulder I was tapping and I didn’t note any nystagmus or nerve palsy.
I dimmed the lights for fundoscopy - which they did not enjoy - and made absolutely sure that they understood the instruction to stay very still before I approached. A sudden flinch could sink one of their accessory horns into my face and I didn’t fancy explaining that to Xaelest. It was . . . really cool actually. The back of their eye should have been a dull green - it reminds me of - nevermind.
[SEC: questioning ping]
Add ‘pond scum’ to your list of things to look up.
Except! Except it was barely possible to get a good view because of a dark, cloudy opacity inside each eye.
[SEC: questioning ping]
I think they’ve had a mild bleed following the laser-induced injury to the retina. We’d call it a vitreous haemorrhage - I can’t remember what a doothgrund physician would call it - ?
[SEC: typing on screen]
And what’s that translated? Eye jelly blood?
[SEC: affirmative ping]
Well, sure, yeah. I - I guess it is.
[SEC: typing on screen]
Yes, sorry. Fundoscopy revealed bilateral vitreous haemorrhages, worse in the right eye. I noted some white patches on the retina which may represent . . . um, photocoagulation but I cannot be confident of the extent of this damage.
Erm. My patient had not sustained any other obvious injuries.
I applied the dressings to the lacerations and ointment to their eyes. The main treatment I gave the patient was reassurance. The bleed into the back of their eyes was mild and therefore we would expect it to heal on its own with time. I confirmed that they had support with their daily activities while they have reduced vision.
[SOUND: commotion in the waiting room]
[FAYE makes an uhoh sound]
[MUSIC: stops]
[SOUND: CALYXY footsteps, door opens, CALYXY footsteps]
CALYXY
Their vision is coming back. If you hadn’t heard.
FAYE
Thank you, Calyxy. Are they gonna wait back on their ship then?
[SOUND: doothgrund roar, heavy footsteps, doothgrund vocalisations]
CALYXY
I think that’s for the best, don’t you?
FAYE
Hey - um, did Redacted give you her comms ID? Calyxy?
CALYXY
[Embarrassed, dismissive sound] You’d do well to respect your elders Dr Underwood.
FAYE
My elders? You hardly look a day over 7 Vesta years.
CALYXY
That’s more like it.
[SOUND: footsteps, door closing]
FAYE
Well that’s good news.
[SEC: typing on screen]
They did seem like a big sweetie under all that muscle. I liked them as well because, once they’d settled a bit, they actually enquired about how Katleho was doing. Granted, they explained that it was because they had never seen a human vomit before and they never wanted to see it again. . . Then they performed their best impression of a human vomiting and I think I smelled last week’s breakfast on their breath . . .
I asked them if anything could have been put in Katleho’s drink at the bar but the doothgrund didn’t think so. NO TIME. They said. I got the impression that our Pilot was knocking them back before any interference could have occurred.
Sorry. The letter. The patient’s vision is already improving, though I advised them to seek the advice of an ophthalmologist should the symptoms fail to resolve fully within a week cycle, or if their vision worsens. There is little more I -
No, um. Delete that, please.
[SEC: affirmative ping]
What do I want to say?
[SEC: typing on screen]
Yes! Thank you. We would gladly review the patient again but cannot offer further ophthalmology advice given the limitations of the clinic.
Signed, Dr Faye Underwood, The Vesta Clinic.
Okay, um, next?
[SEC: typing on screen]
Aaran.
Date: 659/2/2732
Patient: Aaran [lineage unknown], Adrilaen
Patient ID: 75892367
[MUSIC: begins]
Aaran is . . .
[SEC: questioning ping]
Aaran -
[SEC: typing on screen]
Aaran is a mature Adrilaen of undisclosed age. When asked what had brought her to the clinic for review today, she responded: ‘The blind, crying doothgrund in the waiting room.’
My patient was reluctant to share further details with me and therefore I was left to assume that she was involved in the same Gaspran altercation that had impacted several other of the day’s patients. On direct questioning, she admitted to pain in her chest, wrist and scalp, where a Berner device - a um, an implantable network connector or ‘INC’ - was hanging loose and flashing feebly in the pale strands of her hair.
The INC was my patient’s main concern and she became . . .
[SEC: typing on screen]
[Laugh] Uh… frustrated at my explanation of why I would be unable to fix it for her in clinic today. She found it difficult to accept that I was not trained in the insertion and subsequent adjustment of these devices. ‘You’re telling me that any modder on Mars could do it, but you can’t?’.
She snorted at my assertion that ‘most modders on Mars don’t care if they give you brain damage in the process.’.
I mean, she wanted absolutely nothing to do with us, did she, Sec?
[SEC: negative ping, typing on screen, questioning ping]
Um, yeah. She had capacity to refuse anything. If she genuinely wanted out of there, I couldn’t have stopped her. But, she also - didn’t look very well. She had a violet crust around the edges of her Berner site and a careful hitch in her breath as her ribs screamed at her. There was purple under her eyes too, it looked like she hadn’t slept a wink on the way over here. But, you know, if I had broken ribs, probably wouldn’t rest easy either.
With Adrilaen who are injured or acutely unwell, there’s always the risk that they’ll go into altiraans from the shock but when I asked to examine her for altir spots, Aaran refused and told me that I was a nosy bitch.
[SEC: typing on screen]
[Defensive] It’s my job to be a nosy bitch! And . . . I think you’re worse.
[SEC: affirmative ping, typing on screen, affirmative ping]
[Laugh]
Um, uh, the letter.
Aaran tolerated an examination under the guise of me checking her Berner - her, uh, INC. The connecting wires had thankfully not been pulled from under the scalp, but the slim cuboid of the battery pack and the - uh, stars, it’s been so long since I’ve had to examine one of these things. What do you call the light up bits?
[SEC: typing on screen]
Thank you. The -
[SEC: typing on screen]
The slim cuboid of the battery pack and the status coils hung by her left ear, emitting weak pulses of light in a dying SOS.
‘What do you use your Berner for?’ I enquired. She tried to laugh at me before the pain in her ribs protested.
‘Berner. That’s cute.’ I ignored the casual condescension and waited for an actual answer. ‘It helps me work.’
‘What do you do for work?’ I hoped she was distracted enough not to notice I had turned my attention to the lacerations on her arms and knuckles. I couldn’t see any tell-tale smudges that would indicate the beginnings of altir spots..
‘What do you think I do for work?’ She challenged.
‘I don’t know. Can I look at your ribs, please?’
The left side of Aaran’s chest was a vivid cloud of purple. It tends to astound humans, myself included, just how purple Adrilaen bruises are compared to our own. They do have purple bodily fluids, after all. The bruise could not have been more than a day old and it was most likely sustained during the fight. She was able to deep breathe and cough to my satisfaction.
As I gently examined for bony tenderness or the presence of a flail segment, Aaran told me that she has been employed as a sex-worker since settling on Gaspra several orbits ago. She has always enjoyed the job, and explained that her ability to change her appearance allows for a varied customer base. The INC made it easy - she could work but also watch cat videos as a distraction or - oh! Have you seen those videos of anthophiloid crashing into glass windows?
[SEC: affirmative ping, affirmative ping, typing on screen]
[Clearly laughing] It’s not funny, but it is so cute.
[Laughs]
Once she got talking, she opened up like a neritopod in the rain: she’d never intended on staying i n Gaspra long-term but her companion in the waiting room, not quite friend, not quite employer - looked after her well. The plan was still to relocate to one of the high-end establishments around Mars but she needed money for the admin fees and the medical.
‘I could tell that Doothgrund was pliable. I thought they might offer to pay if I laid it on thick.’ She scowled at the memory.
[SEC: typing on screen, questioning ping]
Of course I did! I offered her a medical and a sexual health screen and she declined both. She told me, in a voice that suggested she found great pleasure in being cryptic, that she’d had a better offer.
[SEC: typing on screen, questioning ping]
Uhh, good question. How much of this do I want to put in the letter?
Aaran’s INC device had been pulled loose during the altercation. There was extensive bruising across the left torso, suggesting broken ribs. There was no clinical sign of a flail segment and Aaran declined a scan. She was able to deep breathe and cough [struggles with the pronunciation] satisfactorily-ly.
[SEC: negative ping]
Erm, there were some grazes over the knuckles of the right hand and a mild sprain.
Aaran accepted a splint but declined a prescription for stronger pain killers. She grinned, baring a set of too-white teeth, and assured me that she’d fix herself over the next few week cycles.
Oh! Which - reminds me - please can we highlight that there were no altir spots present on the limited examination I was permitted to perform today.
[SEC: affirmative ping]
Thanks, bud.
[SEC: negative ping]
Thank you, my esteemed colleague.
[SEC: typing on screen]
We’d be happy to provide further medical care for Aaran but her Berner - INC - device should be looked at by a specialist and, if she elects not to undertake altiraans in the next few days, she should see an orthopaedic specialist for her rib fractures.
[SEC: typing on screen]
Exactly, but if I advise it, at least I’ve advised it!
Signed,
Dr Faye Underwood
The Vesta Clinic
Okay, we have momentum, let’s keep going.
[SEC: affirmative ping]
Date: 659/2/2732
Patient: ‘Redacted’, Themite
Patient ID: 75892368
[SEC: typing on screen]
Yes! Right, so, get this, after Mx Tshabalala, this patient was easily the most sick. Calyxy tried to send her in to me before Aaran and things got . . . heated. When it was finally her turn, Calyxy tried to assist her and the themite shook her dislocated wrist to wave her off . . . but there was something in the way they were looking at each other. I might be - well, I might not have the most experience in this department but one of Calyxy’s eyes followed Redacted all the way into the room.
And we lost momentum, didn’t we?
[SEC: affirmative ping]
Okay.
‘Redacted’ is a themite of unknown age whose last home was Gaspra. She was reluctant to engage with the medical team today despite presenting with bilateral dislocated shoulders, two elbow dislocations and several fracture dislocations in her tail. It was unclear if ‘Redacted’ simply had an incredible pain tolerance or if they had access to . . . analgesia . . . of some kind prior to presenting to the clinic.
Redacted’ had signs of . . . emaroid . . . Um.
[SEC: typing on screen]
No, not haemorrhoid. Ee-maroid. The steroid.
. . . Signs of emaroid use. Which she initially declined to comment on. I explained to her that the only reason I asked was because while the drug was fantastic at altering themite sexual characteristics, it can also reduce skeletal density. While a themite can expect a few dislocations in their lifetime, given that all of their joints are ball and socket joints, fractures are a nightmare.
Redacted squinted at me before opening up the flap of her bag. I wasn’t trying to look -
[SEC: typing on screen]
I wasn’t! But she rummaged about for her meds right in front of me, and several items flashed in the clinic light, catching my attention in rapid succession. The first was the curved chrome of a laser gun, which made me feel very comfortable indeed. Then the faint green shimmer of a pilot’s ID card and finally the navy and orange plastic of an insulin syringe.
[SEC: typing on screen]
I don’t know what that is . . . ?
[SEC: typing on screen]
Oh! Yeah! I’d call it a lightbulb moment.
[SEC: questioning ping, typing on screen]
Yes, well, it was an enlightening few seconds.
[SEC: negative ping]
I suspect we know why Katleho ended up with a DKA. . . and who gave laser eye surgery to Soothgrantoth . . . Redacted noticed me notice and screwed up her eyes in pain as she twitched in a way that jostled her dislocated limbs.
‘Can I have that ID please? And the other medication?’
It was the second time in a half hour that I was called a nosy bitch and I told Redacted that Aaran had felt the same way. She erupted into a painful braying of that crunchy themite laughter.
‘Ah, she’s a good girl.’ Redacted told me as she handed over the stolen ID and the medication. I detected the delicate pride in her voice, as though she knew it wasn’t hers to hold and if she expressed it too strongly the source of her joy would be taken away. And through that, I finally, finally, got her talking.
Which! Is what’s led me to my theory of What Happened On Gaspra.
[SEC: typing on screen]
Do you want to hear it?
[SEC: questioning ping]
Do you want to hear my completely unsubstantiated and probably slanderous theory about what brought our patients to us?
[SEC: typing on screen, affirmative pings]
Yes! Love the enthusiasm!
Right [laugh] - uh, so - right. We have one human with a medical problem - right?
[SEC: affirmative ping]
And three others with injuries.
[SEC: affirmative ping]
The only other patient who has expressed any kind of concern for Katleho - who, by the way, would have been sent straight to hospital if it were me here alone, they were sick - was Soothgrantoth. So, maybe, that’s just because Big Soothy has a sweet nature.
[SEC: typing on screen]
Or maybe it’s because -
[SEC: typing on screen]
YES. Maybe Mx Tshabalala and Soothgrantoth already knew each other! They came in nearly unconscious but without a scratch on them! I’m just thinking that perhaps they were under the doothgrund’s wing, you know?
[SEC: typing on screen, questioning pings]
I know doothgrund don’t have wings - it’s - it’s a metaphor - nevermind!
So, this insulin -
Is way out of date. Katleho’s too old for this to be a first presentation and they already had this - SO they’re a known diabetic, probably type 1, AND they’ve been rationing their insulin and running their sugars on the high side for a while. Long enough, that when Katleho and Soothgrantoth get to Gaspra and start drinking Redacted’s drinks, it’s enough to push them into a metabolic crisis.
[SEC: affirmative ping]
So, that’s the backstory, right? Katleho’s blood glucose hits the low forties, they start feeling unwell, probably have some abdominal pain. At some point before this they’ve been chatting to Aaran and she’s fairly annoyed at this development. As Soothgrantoth said, there was some vomiting - probably quite a lot of vomiting.
At some point, Katleho loses consciousness and we know that Redacted had time to rummage through their suit pockets to find the ID and the insulin. I can imagine that this is something that would concern our lovely doothgrund so perhaps they go hurtling over to intervene and get a laser to the eye, blinding them.
[SEC: typing on screen]
Yeah, I think they flailed! I think they flailed enough to knock a few of Redacted’s shoulders out of her sockets and crack a few of Aaran’s ribs. You know how bar fights are -
[SEC: typing on screen, questioning ping]
Well, no. Not personally. I mean to say that in the streams usually other people join in and I’m sure they must have, judging by some of the burns and lacerations on our patients. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone tried to steal Aaran’s berner right out of her head.
[SEC: typing on screen]
Okay. This is - this is the rogue part of my theory, okay -
We don’t know how the fight ended, right?
[SEC: affirmative ping]
But there’s a kinda sweet doothgrund with a partner on the ship . . . and they have a pet jev. There’s an adrilaen with a new job offer that’s better than her original plans -
[SOUND: footsteps, clinic door opening, footsteps]
XAELEST
Done?
FAYE
I’m - we’re just finishing up the last one.
XAEL
Look.
[SOUND: beep and the sound of a tablet being passed over]
FAYE
[Pleasantly surprised] Aw, you fixed them!
XAELEST
Fixed them enough to transfer to hospital.
FAYE
I think you’ve probably saved their life! Did they tell you much about what happened?
XAELEST
They’ve been rationing their insulin because they didn’t want to tell their new captain about their medical issue . . . I’m going to go have words when your letters are done.
FAYE
Oooh. Uh, really?
XAELEST
Of course I am! Whoever they are, they nearly killed their pilot! I want to have a look at their ship and check for any other safeguarding issues.
FAYE
Right. Yeah. I totally get that. Very important. It’s just -
XAEL
What?
FAYE
I think . . . Oh, stars, don’t - laugh. I think that the Captain is Maya Agarwaal.
XAEL
[Holding back laughter] What?
FAYE
Don’t! Don’t! I know you had calls from the DPCC! She never went back to prison! She and her two doothgrund guards left here and were never seen again. TWO doothgrund! Gaspra is the perfect destination to enact some criminal masterplan!
XAELEST
[Sarcastic] There are more than two doothgrund in the Asteroid Belt, Faye.
FAYE
Promise me you won’t board that ship.
XAELEST
I have to -
FAYE
No - Nope. You can send them a scathing comms message.
[SEC: typing on screen] [She is good at that]
[Laugh] Sec!
XAELEST
Thanks, Sec.
FAYE
You are good at scathing comms messages, to be fair.
XAELEST
What do you think is going to happen to me?
FAYE
Well! She’s a thief!
XAELEST
And?
FAYE
She might . . . steal you!
[SOUND: Footsteps]
XAELEST
[Sigh] I’m sure she’d bring me back soon enough. Write your letters, please.
FAYE
I will - I will! I’m doing it!
XAELEST
Call me if you need me.
[SOUND: Doors closing]
FAYE
What do you reckon?
[SEC: negative ping, typing on screen]
Ugh. I think so too. Maybe if I write this quickly, I can intercept her.
Um, stars, we got astronomical units away from the salient points of this letter, didn’t we?
[SEC: affirmative ping]
Hm. Okay. Let’s not say that fracture dislocations are a nightmare . . . Yeah, get rid of that whole bit.
Redacted has a history of emaroid use which increased my concern for the presence of fracture dislocations, which would necessitate, um, specialist management.
Um. Redacted declined examination of her dislocated joints but permitted a scan which revealed . . . bilateral dislocated superior shoulders, three elbow dislocations and several fracture dislocations in her tail at facets - what did it say?
[SEC: typing on screen]
F12, 15, 16, 19 and 24.
Honestly, her tail zigged and zagged like a bolt of lightning. It looked excruciating but the scar tissue on her face didn’t so much as twitch into a flinch as she moved it onto the exam bench for the scan.
[SEC: typing on screen]
No, not for the letter, thank you.
In terms of management - Um.
[SEC: typing on screen]
Exactly! I don’t want to say ‘we did nothing for her’! Um, well, no! It was deemed to be inappropriate to relocate the affected joints in clinic today given the risk of, um, fracturing or causing nerve entrapment at more distally affected joints.
[SEC: questioning ping, typing on screen]
I mean that I couldn’t pop her shoulders back in because the elbows below were also dislocated and I might damage them in the process… and vice versa.
[SEC: typing on screen]
I think they’ll understand. I mean, any surgeon is going to read this and laugh regardless of what I say. It’s just what they do.
We ensured that Redacted was discharged with bone protection to take with the emaroid and adequate analgesia for the transfer to hospital.
Please arrange for urgent specialist review on arrival.
[SEC: typing on screen]
That’s so true! It’s going to be Maya Argawaal flying, isn’t it?
It’s gonna be the fastest transfer in the history of the clinic!
[SEC: affirmative ping]
Where’s Xael?
[SEC: typing on screen]
Oh - Xael!
[SOUND: Chair]
Signed!
Dr Faye Underwood,
The Vesta Clinic
This episode of The Vesta Clinic was created by AMC.
It starred: AMC as Faye Underwood, Kamen Cooley-Greene as Dakar Solari, Ruby Campbell as Xaelest Adra and Calyx L’Torra and Sec as himself.
Music by AMC and Ruby Campbell.
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Content warnings:
Poorly managed diabetes, reference to cannulation and injections, non-permanent vision loss, reference to violence, fictional weapon mention, reference to eye anatomy and examination, reference to flirting between clinic nurse and a patient, reference to implanted devices, reference to broken bones, reference to alcohol
