Intolerance {Star Trek Enterprise Fan Fiction}

Potassium Carbonite

Phlox gave them each twenty shots' worth of potassium carbonite to carry with them in bags, “We should indicate, somehow, as to which member of the crew is in which room,” T'Pol said.

"A list,” Malcolm said, “But it would be better if the rooms were somehow marked as well."

"Over there,” Phlox said, giving An a shot of potassium carbonite, “Take that box with you."

"Chalk,” Malcolm said, “I think they did this in the Middle Ages when there were plagues. Some small memory of hist'ry."

"Come back when you're out of shots and I'll give you refills,” Phlox said, “Act quickly. And be sure to indicate if any are more advanced. Crewman Melissa Madden over there seems to be particularly affected,” She had dark bumps all over her face and arms and was sharing a surgical bed that had been pressed into service. Her bedmate, Ensign MacKenzie, seemed less afflicted.

Malcolm and T'Pol left.

"Let's leave the closest room open,” Malcolm suggested, “For the captain."

"And for you, Mr. Reed,” she replied, “Here, help me with Mr. Masterson."

Then Crossman. Malcolm marked on the door: Masterson, Crossman.

They moved on.

Shapiro, Donnelly.

Pike, Delacroix (A). It was 'A' for Advanced. T'Pol tapped out notes as they proceeded.

"I'm out of inoculations,” Malcolm said, “How many have we got so far?"

"Eighteen women. Twenty-two men,” T'Pol said, “Plus in Sick Bay there are six men and four women. Keep in mind that there are three male medical students and two females. Plus you."

"So," Reed did a quick calculation in his head, “Sixteen human women remain, and, and thirty-two men. We'll have to go back for more inoculationstwice. This deck is nearly full. We'll need to move to C Deck soon."

"Agreed,” she said. They ran back to Sick Bay together.

"Have you located Captain Archer yet?" Phlox asked, preparing more shots.

"No,” T'Pol said, “We've only been clearing this deck so far."

"Proceed,” Dr. Phlox said, “Right now, I don't know what's a priority. Just, just do what you can."

"Understood,” Malcolm said as they departed.

They found Captain Archer collapsed in front of the lift, “Come along, Captain,” Malcolm said, throwing his arm around Jonathan's waist, “T'Pol, other side, if you please."

They slowly walked the captain over but he was dead weight.

"Wait, let's try it this way,” Malcolm said, “Lie him down, then we'll take arms and legs."

"This is a little ... undignified,” Jonathan managed to gasp out as they carried him.

"You should see the other guy,” Malcolm said, “Ah, here we are."

They laid Jonathan down. He looked pasty pale, “T'Pol," he gasped weakly, “Take command."

"Yes, Captain,” she said, injecting him.

"Onward to C Deck,” Malcolm said.

They found Crewman Haddon in her own quarters, quivering and mumbling incoherently, her face and hands covered with dark blotchy bumps. She weakly tried to fight them off. They ended up injecting her before even getting her into bed. It was just easier. Corporal Amanda Cole ended up as her bunkmate.