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Every step thundered, sending shock waves up through his body, shock that kept rattling his left arm, he was constantly reminded of his stupid mistake; the pain kept overcharging his brain and tugging at his focus away from the patient with a mysterious illness. He didn't quite know yet what was up with her, but it could only be a chronic condition judging by the symptom. It didn't necessarily mean that it was a life-threatening issue, as it could be a simply bronchitis, but on the other hand, Aidan couldn't possibly know to what sort of dangers was the woman exposed to during her service. He was so absorbed by the two haunting thoughts that he nearly bumped into the reinforcing troops just storming the mine; startled by the sudden, unplanned rendezvous with the team, Aidan jumped back and tried to reach for his handgun, being too stressed to actually take a minute and ponder on who were those people. As soon as they identified themselves, the dog was relieved of some of the pressure, but he was still trying to hide Esailia's condition. Finding that the Claw was just outside the mine brought a bit of panic over the doctor, as he didn't quite worked out his speech just yet; he politely refused the help, reassuring that he would make it to the landcruiser without much hassle. His blood pressure got high again when the collie tried to ask Edward about the situation inside, but lucky for both of them, the fox kept silent and pointed his view dead ahead, so instead, Aidan replied with a bit of a stutter. He hoped that it wasn't a fever that was causing the slight disorientation slowly taking over him. "Yeah, down the main shaft's Blade with Kelsea and on... the right, Nawlin with the other half of the fire team. I suggest right, they're handling six surrendering bandits and they're going for the hostages too. Way too many people for three men to keep under control, ma'am. Alright, thanks for the assist!" Aidan only nodded his head towards the other captain, remembering what Spinstream said right before entering the same mine. The jog was a rather short one, soon finding themselves running down the hangar of the cruiser, Edward keeping up the alert pace while Aidan yelled to make way. They arrived in some time to the sickbay, where doctor Reid with his nurse and technician awaited for the patient with a fresh bed and a hefty amount of supplies; the dog started to spill everything about Esailia's condition, of how she got shot square in the chest, lost her breath and her consciousness. Doctor Reid took a brief moment to examine the clothing under the vest to check for any entry wound while the nurse together with Edward took the captain's vest off and transfer her from the stretcher unto the bed. With that done, Aidan forcefully put himself between the Captain and the medical team, giving them a dismissive look; they had no other choice but to leave, convinced that Esailia had confided something to the dog and wished only to be seen by him, unless it was a life-threatening emergency that required more than one doctor's intervention. As soon as the room was clear, the dog drew the curtains around the bed, offering a veil of secrecy over the patient. "Ed. See that thing above you, with the two handles? Pull it down and make sure that the big square with an X on it aims straight at cap'n's chest. Hold on." Aidan then put his hands on a pair of surgical scissors and, with some reluctance and a sigh, he tore open the captain's clothes until her bare chest was exposed, he even took away the dogtags from her neck to ensure that there would be no artifacts caused by the reflection of foreign materials. Once set, Aidan made sure the scanner was place properly and put it in use, taking a moment for himself to take care of his own issue; he took off his kit for a last time and searched for a small box stored elsewhere and once he found it, he pulled out a morphine syrette, which he checked for quality before he took off the safety tube, armed the needle and slap it into his own thigh, wincing at the passing prickle. He exhaled slowly and closed his eyes, trying to relax his body and pull his focus away from the pain; the intensity seemed to dull out with every passing pulse rushing down through the wounded arm perfectly synchronized to the rhythm of his heartbeats, but with it, Aidan felt a little groggy from both the opioid analgesic and the strenuous effort he had to put that never ending day. He opened his eyes and chuckled loudly while he pulled the syrette out of his leg and disposed it in a yellow biohazard container. He then looked at Ed with a tired smile and chuckled again and headed over to Esailia after the scanner had done its job; Aidan put it away and connected the woman to the EKG, deeming her pulse normal after he followed the colored lines for a few good seconds. Without hesitation, the dog began to look around for some materials he needed to get some blood tests going, so he pulled out several empty vials with differently colored caps, a long needle, a holder, sterile cotton swabs, a belt and a sterilizing solution; he tried his best to work with his left hand that, while it didn't hurt all that bad anymore, it was barely responsive from the elbow up. "What a day, dude." He suddenly uttered, taking a glance at Edward. "I mean, what could have been a simple negotiation or a quick search ended up in a tragedy. Unknown number of enemy casualties, we have at least one casualty on our side 'till now and three wounded. I swear I'll punch Kuraiko for going down when I specifically told him to sit tight. Ahshit, I have to stand vigil tonight for Arcade, that poor, poor sod. Fuck." Aidan gulped and suddenly shut his muzzle. By now he was filling the second vial with Esailia's blood while watching for any modification in her state of consciousness. "Ed." He started in a more quiet tone. "You must tell me for how long she's had the cough. It's an order. I can't do anything if I don't know when it started, how it started, how bad has it been and if there's anything else out of the ordinary with Captain Spinstream. I mean, it could be a stupid bronchitis or it might as well be a malignant tumor for all we know, and those are very different conditions with equally different treatments." Quite luckily, Aidan was done with the blood extraction by the time Esailia woke up and tried to say anything, but most of it was muttering muffled by the OPA and most likely her lungs still being a major bitch on her. Aidan immediately pulled the OPA out of her mouth and urged the fox to help him roll the woman on her side to help her spit out any blood that might come up; hearing a sound cue from the scanner, the doctor made way to fetch the sheet and place it on the counter as he turned his attention to the cabinet containing several pharmaceutical products, from where he plucked a box containing small, clear vials filled with injectable antihistamines which he prepared to administer, but first, he had to install a branula on the captain and hydrate her with some fluids. Said and done, but heard the captain croaking out some more, so the doctor intervened. "Easy, ma'am, you're safe, you're fine. It's just you, me and Ed here. Breathe slowly and if you have to cough, spit it out, I've got you covered, alright? Here, this should take the edge off. Stay put, you've done more than enough today, just kick back and rest a while, OK?" Thus, he injected the IV serum through another end of the branula and allowed the woman to recover from the fit and the syncope, maybe try to talk to the fox a little; Aidan picked up the sheet with his good hand and raised it against a light source, peering his eyes as he started his own scan for any subtle pathological signs. While he wasn't an expert diagnostician, he could still cross the line between physiologcal and pathological features, but thanks to the available database and his own knowledge and experience, he still knew a thing or two. With a heavy heart, Dr. Aidan Sykes strongly confirmed that Captain Esailia Spinstream had pulmonary nodules in both lungs: easy to spot, white, circular and rather large formations with a waxy aspect. He already felt a bit disoriented and exhausted, but with the sheet coming off as a grim omen, the doctor felt his own blood pressure fall drastically. He didn't know yet what they meant, what are they associated with, what kind of affliction this whole facade was about, but to him it was an obscenely morbid sketch of an early grave should it remain untreated. Aidan wasn't used to this kind of medicine, as he treated wounds and other mishaps, whether they were life-threatening or purely cosmetic problems, but most of the times the issue could be solved in a matter of minutes; with this kind of pathology that would take years to reach some sort of conclusion, he already started to number the books of internal medicine he knew, thinking he had to start studying them. With his mind clouded, Aidan stowed the x ray in his medical kit after he started to compute the gravity of the situation and the implication of hiding such a condition from the officials and decided to wait for the woman to gain vigor so he could start questioning. And, maybe, answering.

Shit, my heart skipped a few beats there, Silver :c A small group formed of us three is just as exciting as a larger group to me. Like Es said, I'm pretty familiar with both writing styles and I wouldn't be here if I didn't enjoy either. While larger groups of people tend to be messy, it is interesting to see everyone's way of thinking. I'm completely fine with writing several characters too, I'd might include a few cameos from my own repertoire of characters actually. And the fact that it might end up anthro/furry is the icing on the cake. I still have to carefully study and learn how aerodynamics work, though. Pretty sure I can dedicate one night to it one of these days and figure stuff out. But I have a question: if the setting is in near-future, how technologically advance can our aircrafts be? I get it, no X-02, Morgana and I suppose other experimental models, but what about VTOL fighter jets (Harrier, F-35), VTOL transport/cargo crafts (V-22 Osprey) or other "exotic" aircrafts? (Su-47, XA-20 Razorback, F-22, An-225, maybe MV-24h)

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