10-22-2013, 02:24 PM
At 10am Sid is not in the research room. She's getting what rest she can in the other room, curled on her side with her own bucket beside her head. Luke started her on the Cyclosporine on Saturday afternoon, and her symptoms have been holding since Sunday. Unfortunately, that's when the stomach pains and the vomiting began. Still, it could be worse.
It isn't, so she sleeps. She needs her strength for when she's up and about, sitting in a chair and staring at sample after sample. Frowning mostly when she does, making notes, sliding aside to get Luke's opinion on something. That'll start again a little later.
Grace isn't left waiting for long. When Sid finally comes into the research and study room, she's paler than the last time Grace saw her, with dark circles under her eyes. Her hair, once such a soft, vibrant red, is greasy and dull and lackluster, and twisted up haphazardly onto the back of her head, out of her face for when she studies things, or when she needs to throw up, or cough, or whatever.
"There's soup," she says, it's in a fridge somewhere waiting to be warmed up. Jim brought it, brought too much. She's been having trouble keeping food down, so she doesn't eat much at a time, so it's lasted a day or two or however long it's been since Sunday.
She picks up the bottle of pills, looks over the bottle as if that might hold some clues before twisting the cap off and dropping a couple pills into her hand. The bottle she passes off to Luke, to look at for himself if he wants. Sid's scientific expertise is biology, not pharmacology, so she has to look at these a different way. Matter is her newest sphere of knowledge, and so it's still a little difficult for her to do what she wants to do, see what she wants to see, but eventually she gets there.
As far as researching the virus goes, it really is a matter of too many cooks. Sometimes even Luke, whom Sid clearly trusts strongly - she's put her life in his hands and more importantly (to Sid, anyway) her safety - sometimes finds himself being shooed off. Chemical biology and its application in medicine is sort of Sid's area of expertise.
If Grace wants to help, Sid reminds her there are other areas to look into than this one. There's the license plate number Sera discovered for one. Locating the people who did this to them is just as if not more important than finding a cure.
Because it's degrading, this virus. Whatever was keeping it from infecting Sleepers is starting to fall apart and soon no one will be safe. If they can, they need to stop it at its source.
It isn't, so she sleeps. She needs her strength for when she's up and about, sitting in a chair and staring at sample after sample. Frowning mostly when she does, making notes, sliding aside to get Luke's opinion on something. That'll start again a little later.
Grace isn't left waiting for long. When Sid finally comes into the research and study room, she's paler than the last time Grace saw her, with dark circles under her eyes. Her hair, once such a soft, vibrant red, is greasy and dull and lackluster, and twisted up haphazardly onto the back of her head, out of her face for when she studies things, or when she needs to throw up, or cough, or whatever.
"There's soup," she says, it's in a fridge somewhere waiting to be warmed up. Jim brought it, brought too much. She's been having trouble keeping food down, so she doesn't eat much at a time, so it's lasted a day or two or however long it's been since Sunday.
She picks up the bottle of pills, looks over the bottle as if that might hold some clues before twisting the cap off and dropping a couple pills into her hand. The bottle she passes off to Luke, to look at for himself if he wants. Sid's scientific expertise is biology, not pharmacology, so she has to look at these a different way. Matter is her newest sphere of knowledge, and so it's still a little difficult for her to do what she wants to do, see what she wants to see, but eventually she gets there.
As far as researching the virus goes, it really is a matter of too many cooks. Sometimes even Luke, whom Sid clearly trusts strongly - she's put her life in his hands and more importantly (to Sid, anyway) her safety - sometimes finds himself being shooed off. Chemical biology and its application in medicine is sort of Sid's area of expertise.
If Grace wants to help, Sid reminds her there are other areas to look into than this one. There's the license plate number Sera discovered for one. Locating the people who did this to them is just as if not more important than finding a cure.
Because it's degrading, this virus. Whatever was keeping it from infecting Sleepers is starting to fall apart and soon no one will be safe. If they can, they need to stop it at its source.