[It does look intimidating, Ethlyn can't deny that. It definitely took her a long time of practicing before she felt confident using a hypodermic needle on a person.]
I know. But trust me, you'll get used to it before you know it.
[Really, what hypodermic needles can do was more than enough motive for her to not be frightened of doing it. Preventing disease before it starts? Putting medicine right into a person's veins so it's carried through their body in one beat of the heart? Allowing people to live for years with diseases that would have killed them before they could live their life?
It's nothing short of miraculous. And the fact that it was invented by ordinary people doesn't change that.]
But the reading glasses should be easier to fix. There are several glassworkers in this town--I'm sure one will be able to make a pair of lenses for you.
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.
Ethlyn's seen the word in a few of her books. She knows about solar radiation, and how it's the cause of sunburns and the malignancy that can follow in later years, something about how it disrupts the mechanisms of cellular replication. And she's seen mention of something called radiation sickness, but its causes seemed so remote and unlikely that she had moved past it to other things.
She'll have to check it again.
She accepts the offered device. It's not unlike a syringe, but she can tell that it's different. It doesn't have the big needle on the end, for a start.]
Do you mean that knowing the wrong thing about the past or the future might have an effect if you're sent back?
[ Jim's definitely just pushed her medical knowledge quite a few steps further; like he said, if she has further questions he's happy to help her with what he can. While he's not a medical doctor, he knows enough about the advanced treatments he's a recipient of to be useful.
He nods, leaning back to brace his hands against the table again. ] It's possible. For all my time might know about space travel, time travel is still a mystery we're in the process of unfolding. I don't know what it could mean for my world, your world...if it has an effect at all, if it's negligible, if it's not.
To be honest, there are a few things I would change about the history of my world if I could. But that's my world, not yours. [She smiles, a little sadly.] I can understand your desire to be careful with it, especially if you don't know what will happen if anything changes.
So would I. [ The smile Jim offers her is gentle, empathetic. No one here has an uncomplicated history, of that, Jim's sure. He doesn't want to pry, but maybe if she comes over for tea sometime, they can talk in a more relaxed environment. ] But there's no way to anticipate what would change, yeah. It's more delicate than we can know.
You can't help but wish for more time. [ Jim knows exactly how that feels. Maybe they're all pretty similar, that way. ]
We try to focus on the here and now. [ They might not even have a future outside of this place, but the thought is too dark to voice for pre-10AM. Besides, Jim is…well, he’s guilty of telling Spock a helluva lot. Not anything he thinks could get them into hot water, but… ] And it's true...it could be an over-abundance of caution. But it won't hurt to be safe.
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I know. But trust me, you'll get used to it before you know it.
[Really, what hypodermic needles can do was more than enough motive for her to not be frightened of doing it. Preventing disease before it starts? Putting medicine right into a person's veins so it's carried through their body in one beat of the heart? Allowing people to live for years with diseases that would have killed them before they could live their life?
It's nothing short of miraculous. And the fact that it was invented by ordinary people doesn't change that.]
But the reading glasses should be easier to fix. There are several glassworkers in this town--I'm sure one will be able to make a pair of lenses for you.
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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.
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Ethlyn's seen the word in a few of her books. She knows about solar radiation, and how it's the cause of sunburns and the malignancy that can follow in later years, something about how it disrupts the mechanisms of cellular replication. And she's seen mention of something called radiation sickness, but its causes seemed so remote and unlikely that she had moved past it to other things.
She'll have to check it again.
She accepts the offered device. It's not unlike a syringe, but she can tell that it's different. It doesn't have the big needle on the end, for a start.]
Do you mean that knowing the wrong thing about the past or the future might have an effect if you're sent back?
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He nods, leaning back to brace his hands against the table again. ] It's possible. For all my time might know about space travel, time travel is still a mystery we're in the process of unfolding. I don't know what it could mean for my world, your world...if it has an effect at all, if it's negligible, if it's not.
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[Hell, even an hour, a minute.]
It must take so much self-control not to tell each other everything you know.
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We try to focus on the here and now. [ They might not even have a future outside of this place, but the thought is too dark to voice for pre-10AM. Besides, Jim is…well, he’s guilty of telling Spock a helluva lot. Not anything he thinks could get them into hot water, but… ] And it's true...it could be an over-abundance of caution. But it won't hurt to be safe.