~Prior to Seros leaving the med-bay~
Jace sat next to the door, looking from it to Dante, his datapad, and then back to the door again. There wasn't much he could do at this point until Seros got back, which was extremely frustrating. Not three meters away from him lay his friend, dying of some unknown poison. Dante's pulse was feint as was his breath, and he was exposed to the environment as well as the crew. The most he could do was sit there and wait for Seros to come back with some sort of solution. Letting him go examine the container was something he wished he could have avoided, but it seemed like the only way to pull Dante out of this one. He just hoped that this curious 'Jedi' wouldn't take his time examining the rest of the sensitive container but simply figure out what they were up against.
When he heard the heavy footsteps he deduced it was Seros warning him of his arrival. Nobody else on the crew walked that heavily, nor did they have a reason to. Jace popped the lock as Seros approached, opening the door for him as he walked in. He let it slide shut behind him and locked it, getting up to follow Seros over to the table that Dante's damaged body rested on. When Seros revealed to him what Dante had been hit by, Jace's brows furrowed in confusion. "...Deathstick fumes? Interesting..." That would have been his last guess. Jace didn't hang out with too many Deathstick addicts, and for good reason. Destructive health habits and shortened lifespans were something his PMC tended to avoid, and thus had made sure that those they hired weren't on them, and provided treatment to those who had picked up on it. To this effect he didn't know much about it himself, other than the fact that an aerosolized version was unheard of. He wondered what type of facilities would be needed in order to manufacture this.
Jace listened to Seros' explanation to everything he was hooking up to Dante. The damned creature that did this to him tried to overdose him with a concentration of Deathsticks, and now he was going to remain on medical support for Force-knows how long. But, he was here because of Seros' help. And whether or not he knew his tendencies and past well enough to say that he trusted him, the 'Jedi' was on a fast track to getting there. As Seros left the room, Jace turned his head to the man and gave him a quick nod. "Hey Seros... Thanks. I appreciate what you just did, and I'm sure he does as well." He looked back to Dante and smiled, thinking of what he might say if he was conscious. "As much as he might deny it at times."
Jace watched the doctor leave before turning back to Dante. At least everything was as it should be, or at least manageable. He figured he'd have to keep an eye on his Firrerreon friend, come in here and there to make sure his oxygen and bacta were still in working order. Probably give the captain a heads up or something, just so he doesn't stumble in to find a wounded Firrerreon that came from nowhere on the table. He figured that they would realize it was Dante upon closer inspection, but a little warning would help. He was about to step out when he noticed something strange about Dante.
At first he noticed that he was... changing color? Followed by the fact that his skin was glistening in the light of the med-bay. Jace stared at him for a moment in awe before he was snapped out of it by a light cough from Dante, followed by his head swaying to one side with a vile liquid spewing from his lips. Jace's eyes grew wide as he turned around and grabbed some gloves, towels, and disinfectant. He glanced at the doorway, wondering if the apparently knowledgeable Seros was nearby. He called out to him; "Seros?!" while slipping the gloves on. He moved next to Dante and went to work, whether or not the Jedi heard him.
The first thing he did was move the bedpan into place before... well, you know. Second, he tilted Dante's head to one side carefully, moving a container under his mouth so that the sickly yellow tears and blackened vomit wouldn't get everywhere. He checked the oxygen to make sure that it wasn't conflicting with Dante's vomiting. Next, he started to wipe him down to clean up all the thick sweat that was pouring off of him. "Would you just stop dying already?! I swear, when you wake up..." He mumbled something unintelligible just as Seros walked in, glancing over at him as he wiped the normal sweat collecting on his own brow with his upper forearm. He paused a moment to look over the form of Dante as he contemplated his question. "I wish I knew. One minute he was relatively stable and the next his vitals went crazy and this started happening!"
As Seros looked Dante over, Jace went over and took a look at the heart monitor. From what he could tell, that little episode had actually made him better. Maybe Dante was going to get through this one after all. He glanced over at the counter and saw an empty vial sitting in a small rack. Taking one he scooped up as much of the yellow sweat as he could, putting the stopper on and placing it back on the rack with a little label. He might be able to use it later, who knows. Grabbing a few extra towels, he walked back over and handed them to Seros. The two started to wipe Dante down, and when Seros asked if it was a form of detoxification Jace shrugged and looked at the masked face of his friend. "Something like that. Although, I've never seen anything like this before."
Once Dante was cleansed of the deathstick secretion and was resting in a clean bed, Jace started to clean up the area of dirty rags and towels and realized he was dizzy. It was only now that he realized that it stank of deathsticks and something else that he couldn't even place. Putting all the yellow soaked materials into the incinerator pile, Jace threw his gloves away before turning on the vents. In a matter of several seconds the air would become 'fresh' again (as fresh as recycled air can get that is). But it was too late for Jace. With Dante cleaned up and the air becoming fresh once again, the last trace of the unpleasantness that resided in the room went down the sink as Jace wretched up his previous meal.