I'm sure. [ that's firm, but she's smiling while she says it and nodding when he mentions keeping an eye on it and letting her know if it gets worse. he seems like the kind of guy to be nervous about injuries. possibly prone to exaggerating about them, but christine's not going to mind telling him he's fine after having a look. first, better safe than sorry. second, it'll be something she knows how to do. this place feels like an extremely old-timey holovid; it's throwing her off balance. or it would, if she let it.
she takes care of his hand with quick and sure motions, although she's already missing the state of the art equiment of enterprise's med bay. it's not that she needs it for a wound this small, but —
all she's saying is, there people here had better already invented antibiotics.
(she's reasonably sure she knows which century this is, at least, and what she knows of medical history means penicillin was discovered earlier, but that's assuming she's been somehow transported into the past of the earth she knows, rather than some other earth. and given how no one's mentioned knowing starfleet yet to her network ping, she's not so sure she can make that assumption.) ]
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she takes care of his hand with quick and sure motions, although she's already missing the state of the art equiment of enterprise's med bay. it's not that she needs it for a wound this small, but —
all she's saying is, there people here had better already invented antibiotics.
(she's reasonably sure she knows which century this is, at least, and what she knows of medical history means penicillin was discovered earlier, but that's assuming she's been somehow transported into the past of the earth she knows, rather than some other earth. and given how no one's mentioned knowing starfleet yet to her network ping, she's not so sure she can make that assumption.) ]
There, all done. You'll live.
[ she drops his hand. ] Food's this way.