Post by Doc Houseman on Feb 26, 2006 5:30:02 GMT -5
(Doc Houseman)
Doc glanced around the storeroom and slipped another pack of sterile dressings into his backpack. This whole plan was crazy-dangerous, but if a few sterile dressings would persuade one of the Tura to help a human, so be it.
Anna Carpenter was diabetic and the insulin supply was extremely finite within the imprisoned City. The slimmest chance of a 'miracle' cure was the only option left to the poor little girl.
He had to admit to himself that chance of a cure was extremely slim. He'd seen what the Tura could do with a broken bone. But he had no idea if it would work on something more fundamental or even genetic
Miraculous healing power wasn't information the Tura were exactly handing out flyers about...not to humans anyway.
Solid sounding military footsteps echoed down the corridor...he froze, not daring to move and hoping that the footsteps would go straight past.
Doc glanced around the storeroom and slipped another pack of sterile dressings into his backpack. This whole plan was crazy-dangerous, but if a few sterile dressings would persuade one of the Tura to help a human, so be it.
Anna Carpenter was diabetic and the insulin supply was extremely finite within the imprisoned City. The slimmest chance of a 'miracle' cure was the only option left to the poor little girl.
He had to admit to himself that chance of a cure was extremely slim. He'd seen what the Tura could do with a broken bone. But he had no idea if it would work on something more fundamental or even genetic
Miraculous healing power wasn't information the Tura were exactly handing out flyers about...not to humans anyway.
Solid sounding military footsteps echoed down the corridor...he froze, not daring to move and hoping that the footsteps would go straight past.