Goodneighbour
November the 3rd, 2289
23:02
"It's been some time since I've seen both yourself, Mister Garvey, and you, Mister Branson in my office. Though I presume you're both here to discuss the same matter?"
"Preston informed me of the Mariner's condition, yes. It was a bit of a detour on my way home in Diamond City from a supply run I did from Sanctuary Hills to the Castle but, given the circumstances, it's a detour I'm more than willing to make. As I have on request from you, Dr. Amari, and some of Hadley's other contacts."
The beginnings of a smile overtook the otherwise perpetually critical and stern face of one Dr. Madeline Rebecca Amari at the words of the former Brotherhood Knight Captain and, ever polite, shook his hand before introducing him to one of her two coworkers; the eccentrically dressed woman with a lilting French accent called Curie still present at the late hour, Dr. Annette Christine Davis having clocked out a little more than an hour previously. Without needing to be asked, after introductions, Curie excused herself to close the doors into Amari's office, to which she was given a short nod of acknowledgement from Amari, whom herself had moved to retrieve the sizable, original file of medical information brought to her from Far Harbour by Preston. A copy of each file already scanned and organised into her office database under a new patient file which included her own notes, Amari handed the file back to him, a few extra pages added to it; notes, she hoped, would at the very least temporarily assist in the treatment of the young woman who went by the moniker of 'the Mariner.' From the photograph attached of her, which given her age must be recent in the range of one to two years ago, I suppose her given name of Caitlin Maria Eris suits her as equally well as Mariner. Although I'm rather partial to her given. It's quite pretty. Irish in spelling, Curie noted. Interesting. Wishing not to be too distracted by her own thoughts, tired though she was and her mind more wandering because of it, Amari gestured towards the chairs around the small table in one corner of her office for the two men to take a seat. Soon after, Curie did as well and, the Mariner's digital patient file pulled up on the screen of her computer terminal, Amari turned in her desk chair to face them, sitting rigidly and almost perfectly straight.
"As I've already discussed with Curie and Dr. Davis, I do agree, Mister Garvey," She said, briefly inclining her head towards Preston. "That the diagnosis given by her practising physician in Far Harbour is correct that she is epileptic and, because of it, experiences generalised tonic clonic seizures. That is based on the symptoms observed, and the consistency of the seizures. If they had not been happening repeatedly for years – it appeared the first one she was reported to experience happened when she was around seven? – then I wouldn't be inclined to believe she's epileptic instead of experiencing seizures due to, for example, alcohol withdrawal or electrolyte imbalances in her blood stream."
"I don't remember her having seizures when she was younger, but I left Far Harbour to join the Minutemen when...damn, has it really been that long since then and me becoming General..." Preston shook his head. "I had left well before she started experiencing them more frequently. What she told me was that she hadn't started experiencing them, in her words, 'semi frequently' until about five years ago."
"If it is epilepsy," Derek put in. "Then it should be," He looked between Amari and Curie. "Able to be treated with anticonvulsant medication, assuming you can acquire it and/or synthesise it yourselves."
"I would be most inclined to put her on Topamax, Keppra, or, potentially, Tegretol," Curie agreed, though she soon frowned. "But, I say, I would prescribe in the way we did before the War. I was trained – well, in technicality, programmed, in my original body – to develop and synthesise medications, with the capacity to synthesise medication for pre-existing formulas. I made, for ease of explanation, a list of the ingredients needed for those three medications."
                                      
                                  
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