Discussion in 'Star Trek: Voyager' started by Santa Garrus, Jan 13, 2012.
SEVEN: We should proceed.
EMH: You're saving my life. I want you to know how grateful I am.
SEVEN: Try to remember that the next time you're tempted to overindulge.
[Lokirrim ship - medical bay]
JARYN: The photonic's viral weapon attacks the cerebral cortex. Within days, the victim suffers complete synaptic failure.
EMH-SEVEN: Well, if we can't stop the virus, we may be able to slow its progress. We need to synthesise a neural inhibitor. Forgive me, but aren't you the ship's tactical officer?
JARYN: Tactical officer, medic, engineer. We've lost nearly a third of our crew to the photonics.
EMH-SEVEN: Hmm. You certainly know your way around a medical bay. You may have missed your true calling.
JARYN: Actually, Emmik always thought I'd become a teacher. He used to call me the little professor.
EMH-SEVEN: Who's Emmik?
JARYN: The photonic who helped raise my brother and me. He knew more about treating scrapes and bruises than any organic Doctor I ever met.
EMH-SEVEN: Sounds like someone I'd enjoy meeting.
JARYN: Maybe, before he joined the insurgency.
EMH-SEVEN: Why did he do that?
JARYN: I ask myself that question every day. We never treated him like a servant, but he turned against us anyway.
EMH-SEVEN: Is it possible he felt subjugated?
JARYN: I don't see how. He lived his own life, pursued his own interests. He was part of our family. At least I thought he was. We should get back to the patient.
EMH-SEVEN: It could take up to a day to determine if the inhibitor is working.
JARYN: Thank you.
EMH-SEVEN: Don't thank me, thank my ship's doctor. He taught me everything I know about medicine. And remember, he was a photonic. Actually, you have a lot in common with him. He was something of a Jack-of-all-trades, too. I suspect you'd have gotten along famously. I'm certain he would've taken a liking to you.
PARIS: Your neurotransmitters aren't absorbing the medication.
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