You got it, doc. My life in your hands. [ Half a joke, half not. It's a miracle he hasn't accidentally eaten something yet that sent him into anaphylactic shock. Spock has been diligent in ensuring they don't keep anything in the house that would set him off, but even from a stray snack or something he picked up at a food cart - so far, he's been all good.
...he probably just jinxed it by thinking that, didn't he? God, he hopes that's not foreshadowing, but then, who is he kidding, with his luck?
Glassworkers. Wild. Usually Jim just got a test done for his rating and replicated his own glasses at home. He nods his acquiescence. ] Great. We'll just have to see how bad I am. It's been getting worse, the near-sightedness.
[ Especially since his death-and-resurrection, with so much radiation damage. Which, speaking of - ]
There's one other thing you need to know. [ Jim's hand absently moves to encircle his wrist, squeezing the joint. Partially to relieve joint pain, as he's so accustomed, but also an anxious gesture, to anyone who can read him particularly well. ] As I mentioned, I'm from a future time, so what I'm about to tell you is more advanced than Aldrip, and it's imperative that we keep this between us.
The file you're going to receive is...dense, and we can discuss it in more detail if you have any questions, but ah. Well. [ Jim squeezes his wrist and continues, blue gaze fixed on Ethlyn's unique pink. ] There was a period of time in my childhood where I suffered from severe starvation.
[ The report details Kodos' insanity in neat bullet points, but it's easier for Jim to just disassociate and barrel through. ] As a result, I had a stunted puberty, which they fixed but - anyway, part of my recovery required a full osteoregneration, which is a procedure where they regrow your bones.
[ Yeah. And he said full. ] Normally, the bones are just as healthy as the originals, but about two and a half years ago, I was irradiated. It weakened them severely, and I was diagnosed with osteoarthritis. [ Which, good God, the fucking irony. ]
At the same time, I was also diagnosed with SPS - stands for Stiff Person Syndrome. It's an autoimmune neurological disorder, and my immune system has always been shit. Guess the radiation pushed it over the top. [ A flash of a smile, and a helpless shrug. ] Not to mention the hypertension - I'm getting off track. Point is, SPS in this time has a 10 year life expectancy, and no known cure.
[ Jim reaches into his pocket and frees the hypospray from the confines, offering it to Ethlyn. ] Back home, we've developed a medication. Makes it survivable, hell, livable. Spock synthesized it here, so that's the good news. I want to give you this one to hold on to, but Ethlyn - I cannot stress this enough - no one else can see this. I don't know if what we do affects time, here, but...Spock and I are doing our best not to mess it up by accident.
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...he probably just jinxed it by thinking that, didn't he? God, he hopes that's not foreshadowing, but then, who is he kidding, with his luck?
Glassworkers. Wild. Usually Jim just got a test done for his rating and replicated his own glasses at home. He nods his acquiescence. ] Great. We'll just have to see how bad I am. It's been getting worse, the near-sightedness.
[ Especially since his death-and-resurrection, with so much radiation damage. Which, speaking of - ]
There's one other thing you need to know. [ Jim's hand absently moves to encircle his wrist, squeezing the joint. Partially to relieve joint pain, as he's so accustomed, but also an anxious gesture, to anyone who can read him particularly well. ] As I mentioned, I'm from a future time, so what I'm about to tell you is more advanced than Aldrip, and it's imperative that we keep this between us.
The file you're going to receive is...dense, and we can discuss it in more detail if you have any questions, but ah. Well. [ Jim squeezes his wrist and continues, blue gaze fixed on Ethlyn's unique pink. ] There was a period of time in my childhood where I suffered from severe starvation.
[ The report details Kodos' insanity in neat bullet points, but it's easier for Jim to just disassociate and barrel through. ] As a result, I had a stunted puberty, which they fixed but - anyway, part of my recovery required a full osteoregneration, which is a procedure where they regrow your bones.
[ Yeah. And he said full. ] Normally, the bones are just as healthy as the originals, but about two and a half years ago, I was irradiated. It weakened them severely, and I was diagnosed with osteoarthritis. [ Which, good God, the fucking irony. ]
At the same time, I was also diagnosed with SPS - stands for Stiff Person Syndrome. It's an autoimmune neurological disorder, and my immune system has always been shit. Guess the radiation pushed it over the top. [ A flash of a smile, and a helpless shrug. ] Not to mention the hypertension - I'm getting off track. Point is, SPS in this time has a 10 year life expectancy, and no known cure.
[ Jim reaches into his pocket and frees the hypospray from the confines, offering it to Ethlyn. ] Back home, we've developed a medication. Makes it survivable, hell, livable. Spock synthesized it here, so that's the good news. I want to give you this one to hold on to, but Ethlyn - I cannot stress this enough - no one else can see this. I don't know if what we do affects time, here, but...Spock and I are doing our best not to mess it up by accident.