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"Move! Move!" Adeline directed a nurse to put Elsa onto a medbay surgery bed. Worrying over the few seconds that would be wasted before they began to try and stop the poison. The poison had already affected Elsa's contact with reality. 

She was in a deep coma like state at the moment with zero subconsciousness to being touched. It was hard to know what was happening inside her body. Since Starfleet had barely any knowledge on how Recreations functioned.

Her small degree on General Surgery from the academy, wanting a small other option for situations. Her original plan was if she didn't make it in a science position that hat she could try for medical. But right now, she felt inexperienced.

The doctor and nurse by her flashed a flashlight into Elsa's eye. There was no recognition or eye moving down to look. Staring at the ceiling, still heavily breathing like a person gasping for air after coming up from water.

"She's completely out!" The nurse announced, "The poison has a higher chance of damaging her blood stream. And what poison did your friend say it was?"

"Dolor Et Consequatur poison," Mason told them, examining his friend's body. He didn't dare give a glance outside with his mind preoccupied with his friend life at risk. Other were hurt, but he had only time to worry about Elsa.

"No wonder why," The nurse states, "That poison kill us immediately when it's fully pressed in. But for her, it only regresses the production of blood cells that she needs. If we don't act soon, it could cause some damage to her organs."

The doctor then turned to Adeline, "You have a degree in General Surgery, correct?"

"Yes, I do," Adeline replied.

"We could use some help on stabilizing the patient, "The doctor told her, handing her a mask and a pair of gloves.

The large light above Elsa's bed was turned on, pulling down to get a good light off her body. This was to help trace out where they may need to start. Preparing themselves for the first time of extracting poison from a Recreation.

Mason patiently waited, knowing he could still help in some way. He was no doctor, but it felt like a lifetime ago when he first heard about Recreations. It was a saddening story, nor was it a very good thing that happened to these people.

Right now, his knowledge seemed to finally come in handy. After a few years under Admiral Roosevelt wings, he could use the information to help Elsa. At least to the point as where as much as he could.

"She needs clean oxygen in her air ways to pressurize the oxygen  in her blood cells," The doctor gestured to the flexible breathing tube off to the side.

Adeline quickly pressed a few buttons on the mission, starting the oxygen. Gently, putting it on Elsa's nose and mouth. Her breathing now sounding rushed and heavy, but now it relieved her to know she was still alive in a way.

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