"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.