"Don't dieeeeee... Please, Don't dieeee... I Looove you...."
The Bashir's senior looked at their 5 year old son fumbling with a needle and thread all thumbs sewing his sleeves into his first patient...
"He's not just slow, Jules is retarded, oh god, someone get him a thimble before he to bleeds to death."
They almost had no choice.
Jules had to be augmented.