At the moment, every thought in Tymea's head was dedicated to the application of medicine to this specific alien species.  She wasn't too aware of the effects of the antidote on the blood of Shasoon as this never came up in any of her medical exams as they focused on the anatomy of humans as opposed to any of the alien species.  "Hmmm. . . I'm not too sure about this . . . But. . . OH! Thi-- no, no, no."  At this point it was a race to find what would work.  "Ugh, if only this idiot didn't get himself bit."  She muttered to herself.  

She contemplated just slapping the poor guy a few times to get him to wake up. In fact, she probably would if  she didn't know what it might do to his fragile condition.  "Couldn't we just wake him with some sort of stimulant?  I know I like my coffee to help me stay awake.  Anything powerful enough to do that for him?  I mean, I liked the idea of slapping him awake, but stimulints seem to be the better idea for that."  The whole idea was half a joke, but at the same time a little serious.  "If we did that you could do that weird, magical energy transfer thingamabob."  Not like she understood that half of it. . . But it was what it was.  "Otherwise, we could. . .  Ehh, I'm not too sure right now.  Pump him full of some blood or something and cycle it out?  Not that I have a stash of blood on every crew member or anything, just an idea."