Chapter XVI

March 21st, 2004

Underground Sanctuary.

"Here you are!" Janet exclaimed, entering the dining room and making them jump apart. Surprised by the reaction, she eyed them close. If Janet was honest, she was astonished to find Sam and Doctor Zimmerman whispering things to each other. But then, Sam smiled as if the image they gave wasn't all sorts of wrong.

"Hey, Janet! Doctor Zimmerman was explaining to me how to make the best coffee ever," she welcomed the Doctor quickly, hoping to avoid any other comments. Will blushed, he understood the look in Janet's eyes immediately due to his ability to see things, and boy, they didn't look good when she entered.

"I see," Janet added, looking from one to the other and squinted at Will. "Has he offered you a job yet?"

"Huh?" Will frowned, "Why would I? Even if I wanted to, there's a procedure to be followed when someone is recommended or chosen to be brought down here to work. The only one who can hire someone and push it down the lines is Magnus, and even she gets her head chewed off until they finish the background check." Will explained, turning around the find a couple of cups. "Has Doctor Magnus mentioned something about an offer to you? Certainly, she hasn't spoken about it with me."

"She hasn't," Helen's voice interrupted them, walking towards the area where the teacups were kept, "I can offer her a job, but first I have to run her through the network, you know that William. In any case, I'm quite certain it will be easy to open a position for you, if you want one, Samantha." She turned around with a cup of tea in her hands and a natural smile.

"Possibly one for you too, Doctor Frasier. Your curriculum fits quite nicely with our needs. Although, for what I've seen and read, you all are quite a contempt on your line of work," she sat on her regular place and smiled. William winked at her while passing by; he set two mugs in front of the other two women who had also found a place to sit. Then he sat too, humming when he sipped his coffee. The corner of Helen's lip twitched upwards, but then she turned to the Doctor, "How did your friend pass your shift? Since both of you are here, I'll assume Colonel O'Neill and Doctor Jackson are currently with him."

"Shouldn't you worry a little more about the status of your patient?" Janet inquired with a raised eyebrow.

"I thought I was, hence, my question." She sipped her tea, crooking her head. "I know you don't like me, Doctor Frasier, I'm yet to conclude why. I've done all in my power and knowledge to help those under your regular medical care." She frowned, "I can't assume your dislike for me is related to my DNA because it existed before you learned of my special situation, sort to speak." She took a sip of her tea. "I don't like to prejudge anyone. However, reactions are leading me to believe you are feeling threatened by my skills, not by my biological structure."

"No, it's simpler: I don't trust you," Janet smirked. Helen raised her eyebrow.

"You don't have to. Furthermore, I will not ask you to do so. Believe it or not, I don't mind your jabbing and irony. Nor I care a little sarcasm and downplaying; I have plenty of experience dealing with those fields. I've used them myself as weapons of self-defense at some point or another." She dismissed with a slight shrug, "However, I must advise you that I will continue to use my expertise to help all those who need me."

"We will see about that," Janet muttered under her breath.

"Is that a threat Doctor Frasier?" Helen smiled, "Let me assure you, more influential people have already said that to me, and at the end of the day, I'm the one still standing. Now, if you excuse me, I have responsibilities to tend to, I'll be checking your friend at 8:45, which, according to the data I received from his bio and hourly scan, is around the time he will be awake. Ladies," she nodded, not giving Janet more time to add anything, she stood up and walked towards the door, stopping by the threshold, "William, don't forget about the staff meeting. Also, can you verify with Henry the result of the last cargo we were expecting?"

"I'm on it. Will you check on Nikola's results?"

"I will, however, chances are he will find me at my office for the meeting before I find him," she smiled at him.

"That's true," he checked his clock, "Humm, I guess I will go through that with Henry after the meeting?" She looked at her watch and huffed.

"It seems that will be the case, walk with me then?"

"That will be my pleasure," He smiled, and turned around to grab his cup of coffee, "Ladies," he waved, and they disappeared into the hallway. Sam walked to the door and waited for them to be a little further away, and hoped that better hearing wasn't part of their super DNA.

"What the hell was that?" Sam almost growled to Janet, eyebrow raised.

"You know when you do that; you look even more like Doctor Magnus," Janet commented frowning.

"What the hell are you implying Janet?" Sam asked in a huff.

"I'm not implying anything, Sam! You should probably try and remember that your real friends, don't look at her quite like you do," Sam frowned.

"Okay," she tiredly scrubbed her face, "timeout! I have no idea what just happened between you and me, Janet. I need more coffee to be able to process this, you know? I could not shut my brain off with the chances of being able to save the Jaffa's. And even if I were, I probably wouldn't understand why are you acting up like this," she sighed seating close to Janet.

"Oh, I dunno! Maybe, it is because I was terrified something happened to you when I went to your room and found it empty! I tried to keep my cool and figured you probably walked back to the infirmary, out of worry for Teal'c's health. I walked there, only to find out you were not there nor they had seen you since we left. Then, Daniel mentioned, you probably would be looking for coffee, and I come here only to find you all cozy and doe eyes with Doctor Zimmerman!"

"Wait! I understand you being angry with me because you didn't find me where you expected me to be. But why are you jealous? And of what?" Janet raised her eyebrow as if it was the most obvious thing, "What? Don't tell me you are afraid he will charm me, and I will forget all about Jack?" She snorted, and Janet blushed. Sam's eyes widened when she noticed it was true. "Oh, you are…" She added in disbelief.

"Well, it's not like you haven't tried. You told me about that cop of yours," Janet pointed, making Sam sigh.

"I get your point, Janet. I know you think I completely screwed it up by dating Pete. However, despite what it might have looked like to you when you entered the room, the truth is: Doctors Zimmerman and Magnus are an item. Even if they are not one for PDA's or showing off their relationship, he doesn't have eyes for anyone else, and that was what he was telling me when you found us. How and why they keep it quiet."

"Really?"

"Yes! He hoped his history would help me with my romantic issue," she chuckled, "their thing, the way they finally got together, it's so messed up that makes my lack of relationship with Jack look like a joke."

"You told him about Jack?" She added a bit crestfallen. She snorted

"No, he's a Psychiatrist. He worked as a behavior analyst for the FBI, and when he saw the exchange…."

"He figured out. Well, the whole base knows you two are in love and not willing to risk it. I shouldn't be surprised that a Psychiatrist figured it out."

"Oh, I wish it was only him." Janet raised her eyebrow, "I suspect they all know. But he is the 'most reachable' of them. I mean, you and Jack, both feel uncomfortable with Doctor Magnus, and the others try to keep away from us, except for Will…"

"He is Will now…"

"Sure, why not? I'm just saying; I won't be surprised if I figured out that his chat about his history was encouraged by Helen. If she's indeed the mastermind which keeps this all hidden, then thinking I might need a little insight on worse case scenarios don't seem too out of her possibilities. I guess you don't get to keep a secret this big without learning a thing or two about humans, don't you think?"

"I guess so," Janet huffed, and then blushed, cringing, "She was quite right about me," she bit her lower lip, "I … I might be a little jealous. The way she got to help you all and specially Teal'c…. Gosh! We worked for ages to get the Tretonin done and in 10 minutes she got something way better."

"Don't beat yourself up, Janet. They have more knowledge of some things, and they have more resources than we do too."

"I was overreacting, wasn't I?"

"Yeah," Sam smiled, and Janet huffed. "At least when menacing her, that was a little overboard," they laughed, "Oh, Will… he agrees with you…"

"He does? On what?" Janet frowned.

"He thinks I should stop trying to be happy with Pete. Because it won't work."

"Really?"

"Yup. See, they are not so bad."

"I'll wait to confirm or deny that one."

"It's all I'll ask," she bumped Janet's shoulders with a smile. "I like this, not because of what I might be or not. But because it reminds me of those quiet missions when we get to know new things, and new people and no one gets harmed. Anyhow, should we go? I'll bet Daniel will jump for this one," she grinned, showing her a cup of coffee.

"Let's go."

On the other side of the building, staff meeting started without much fuss. Nikola still had a couple of bruises, so did Ashely. Both wanted to make a stop in the kitchen before teleporting to Helen's office, but thankfully, they had checked the video feed and found the two women in there and decided it was best not to.

"Don't worry, mom. I'm going to puff us out back to his lab. Or to the infirmary," Ashley said as Helen studied the damage she had, moving her daughter's face carefully.

"Hey, no loving, worried caresses for your old friend?" Nikola pouted.

"Oh! Hush Nikola, you better start healing the obvious ones."

"Or my bully can simply do as she said and teleport me to my lab and no one will be the wiser," he smirked

"You both need to feed first," Nikola opened his mouth, "one joke about my blood and I will lock the cellar… or worse, I will lock you in your room."

"Oh, you could stay with me and make sure I behave," he wriggled his eyebrows, but the raised eyebrow was all the answer he needed, "You are not fun, dear: not fun at all," he huffed plopping himself in an armchair.

"Reports?"

"All locked abnormals have been fed in time and manner. Pili asked for containment on high-level security for the recently found mutated Petromyzontiforme."

"Very well, prepare a water container and organize the transfer. Spheres transport will be the fastest; however, due to our current situation, ask Pili to send Arjun and Mohammed to accompany the current container. They will return to her once we have secured the package."

"Will do. Also, video feed shows that both O'Neill and Jackson remained by Mr. Teal'c's side. Last time I checked, they were still there. And as you asked, I raised a perimeter barrier for abnormals around them."

"Thank you, Henry."

"Just let me know when I'm supposed to bring those down," she nodded.

"Ashley?"

"I'm contained. I'm jumping around, to help with energy management. I've managed up to eighteen hours of full autonomy, plus sleep before I need to strain myself. So, I'll say I'm me, sort of," Helen grinned, as they continued to present the results of their task.

"Well, now that we are reaching the end of this meeting. I need to let you know that I will reorganize all functions once they are gone. Furthermore, we need to schedule any contact with the outside Sanctuaries. Once I know more about our guests' health situation, I will be sending you a timeframe for the days we will be out of here."

"Magnus," Kate started, with a worried glance.

"Kate, as you requested before, you are out of topside missions' list. You will be staying. Henry, Erika is stable, the baby is growing slowly but surely, however, it's your decision. The travel won't take longer than a week. And even if it gets prolonged, you will be able to return whenever you feel like it."

"Cool, Doc, I'll think about it." Helen nodded.

"What about me?" Ashley asked, chewing her lower lip.

"I don't know how straining can the situation be for you, Ashley. It is an underground military base, which means it will be heavily guarded. You won't have a chance to teleport or might be caught on cameras. Also, we don't know what kind of energies they move around there. Thus, we can't tell how it can affect you. However, if you feel up to, you can join us, sparring will be permitted, but it must have to carefully hold up if you are by any chance presented with an average human fighter."

"I'm in," she grinned, "if we can come back when we feel like it, I can test the waters and return if I must. You know I don't want to take a step back on the treatment."

"Very well then," she smiled at her daughter, "Once you confirm your decision, Henry. We will be asking reinforcements from the Sanctuaries. The hope is to keep a team that has the same skillset we have. To be covered for any issues that could arise due to the complex nature of this Sanctuary. Declan will join you, Kate; I trust he will be the most willing to leave his post and take care of the dangerous wing."

"When are we going?" Nikola asked with a grin

"As soon as they are, we are going to use the same transport out. They will be expecting us when they arrive. Questions?"

"Isn't a little like walking into the lion's den?"

"It might. However, we have Henry's permission and word that we are to be left alone, at least, while we are at the military base. Even with all his power, he can't guarantee that I, or any of you for that matter, will be safe topside. Every action from simple things like our names to more complex ones as communications are currently treated as top secret and will remain like that. Now, on protecting ourselves from them, we have the NDA's from all of them. Hopefully, with those, we can be confident they will be taking care of their mouths." She finished and looked around, waiting for more questions.

"Will you tell us why Samantha Carter looks so like you?" Henry asked with a hopeful grin.

"Human race has a limited combination of DNA; it's not surprising one is similar to another."

"That's a no then," Henry raised his hands in surrender. "We get it, Doc. You will let us know when times comes, right?" Henry told her, and she smiled at him before nodding once.

"Alright, then. We are all done here; I need to go and check my patients." The meeting quickly dissolved and Magnus and Will walked towards the infirmary. They saw the military crew sitting in different positions around the area, but all of them stood up when they approached.

"Good morning, as I asked Doctor Frasier before, have anyone of you seen anything which could be out of the ordinary on him? Rashes? Skin changes? Eye changes?"

"No… Nothing."

"Excellent! Combined with the ongoing analysis of his vitals and DNA, everything points to a stable condition. His sedatives should be wearing off at any moment now." She walked into the room, Will in tow. And started a quick exam, while she was doing it, she saw the movements of the eyes. "Welcome back, Teal'c." she smiled as the alien opened his eyes drowsily. "How are you feeling?"

"Did it work?" He asked, deflecting her question. The others charged in as soon as they saw him opening his eyes.

"Well, according to the results, you are now a regular Jaffa pre-intromission of the symbiont."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Jack asked eyebrow raised.

"I don't understand," Teal'c also commented.

"It means you are a healthy adult of your species. One who doesn't need any help or out of body replacement for his immune process to work."

"Are you sure?" Daniel asked.

"I can prove it to you if you feel like I'm not telling the truth."

"Please do," Jack stern voice added.

"Very well, then. Teal'c, I will need a sample of your blood, if that's okay with you?" Teal'c nodded, "Thank you," She took a vial of blood. "Do you feel strong enough to walk? We can provide you with a wheelchair or a video feed if you don't."

"I will walk."

"William, can you fetch Nikola? " He nodded and walked out of the room, seconds they were returning to the chamber. Ashley's wide grin was everything Magnus needed to know how they got there so fast.

"We were passing by," Nikola added with a smirk, "what do you need Helen?"

"Teal'c wants to walk to the lab."

"I'll be by his side the whole time."

"I'm here too," Ashley pointed.

"Good, let's do this then. You might feel a bit tired out of the sedatives, Teal'c. Please, hung up to Nikola if you need help at any point."

"If that's your reinforcement to carry him in case he falls, then we were better off without them," Jack added, annoyed.

"I don't want to burst your ego bubble, Colonel O'Neill. However scrawny looking I might be, I'm better equipped to deal with the weight of your friend by my own, even more than you and all your friends together are," He commented with an eyebrow raised.

"Gentleman, this is not a battlefield, and none of you are adolescents any longer."

"I'm sorry, Helen, but he started." Nikola hissed.

"And you are going to end it, Nikola."

"Right. Shall we go Mr. Teal'c?" They walked to the central lab, where Helen placed the blood on a container. The arms lowered, and several Petri dishes were exposed as she typed the instructions. Ashley saw Teal'c clinging most of his weight on Nikola, and grabbed a chair for the big guy. He sat with a warm smile that Ashley quickly answered with one of her own.

Helen was typing fast; the screens lowered down. Soon, they started to be divided in different squares in which different names appeared: 'Vibrio cholerae', 'Orthomyxoviridae', 'Salmonella typhi', 'variola major', 'variola minor', 'varicella zoster' , 'plasmodium', streptococcus pneumoniae' , 'Mycobacterium tuberculosos', 'Rickettsia rickettsii', 'Yersinia pestis', 'cillobar' And 'Lazarus'

"Cholera, influenza, typhoid fever, smallpox, chickenpox, malaria, pneumonia, tuberculosis..." Janet explained, pointing to each square.

"What are the last four ones?" Daniel asked since Janet stopped.

"The Rickettsia ricketsii are the bacterium which causes the RMSF commonly know as the Rocky Mountains spotted fever. It's a widespread disease in the US, is transmitted by a tick bite," Helen explained

"The Yersinia pestis are the bacterium which caused the plague. It was a nasty bugger, if you ask me," Nikola commented

"And the cillobar and Lazarus?" Sam frowned, they were all trying to avoid those two. Helen inhaled deeply, she pressed a couple of keys as if she didn't hear the question, and the machines poured blood into the containers. She bit her lower lip to get enough resolve to explain what the last ones were.

"The cillobar," she started and sighed.

"Ah," Will shuddered, "it's a spore. A rare one, the DNA is mostly unknown. It produces a severe DNA mutation. It's not a fun experience."

"And Lazarus is an engineered virus." Helen continued, "the Cabal created it as a weapon against Abnormals. And since by abnormals, we define a range of any variation of human DNA to the rarest ones," Helen trailed.

"He might be affected from it," Sam added.

"He could; I don't believe he or anyone will ever be subjected to Lazarus again."

"Why?"

"Lazarus and all the remains of the records are completely in our hands," Ashley cleared her throat, "My mom and I had to pay a huge price for it. Nikola and my dad oversaw the destruction process of all the remaining files."

"Added to what Ashley explained, the only pieces left of the virus are completely contained."

"In your hands," Jack added, sounding uncomfortable with the idea.

"Yes, we have frozen Lazarus and cillobar spores, along with all this other human virus and bacteria which exist around the globe."

"We managed to procure even a few of the engineered ones your Scientist are creating without any thought, and that we must figure out how to stop, so the human race can survive," Nikola added

"You can't blame it on us. Having the virus is the only way we have to find a cure for it. It is how the cure for diseases are created since my," she stopped herself, "since the first vaccines appeared. We do what we must to keep all the species protected, even the ones which are actively seeking to destroy not only us but themselves. Now, we aren't here to discuss how scientists create treatments, but to see if Teal'c immunity is back. Therefore, if you are quite done with trying to blame me, us or our line of work for things I can't possibly control, I will proceed," Helen finished, managing to make all the SG-1 team feel admonished.

"Of course," Janet said.

She turned around again, and on the screens, they saw as one by one, virus, bacteria and spores were injected to the Petri dishes, and they could see how in most, everything went as supposed.

"Is that right, Janet?" Daniel asked.

"Most of them are. What about the..." Janet frowned.

"That's the expected behavior, so far," Nikola told them. Then, the arms were moving again, dropping something in the last two containers, and the result changed to a positive one. Helen smiled brightly.

"Well, everything is correct as you can testify it for yourselves."

"What did you place in the last two?"

"To recover from a cillobar attack, a second spore-containing the victim's DNA, before the assault must be injected to reverse the metamorphosis started when the spore develops. "

"And for the virus?"

"There's a cure; it cost us a great deal to create. Sadly, when someone engineers a new virus, it takes time and many unwanted deaths until someone creates a cure. Lazarus took several species with him."

"As it happened with Jaffa's left without Goa'ulds," Teal'c added somberly.

"Sadly, healing advances can't be done at the same rate that destructions occur. The good thing is, you won't depend on them any longer. The serum we gave you seems to have worked not only properly, but most importantly, it looks like it will be permanent. However, as I've explained to Doctor Frasier, I will want you to take a regular blood test to check the DNA doesn't turn back to the prior version."

"If that's so, can we treat my people?"

"Indeed, we can. We must organize a structured schedule; our blood is accessible, but it's limited. We will provide the serum for you as we can produce it."

"What she's saying is, we can't produce it at the rate you need it. We won't be able to save everyone at once," Tesla translated. "We can promise our best effort to try and heal most of your population, but without a definite number, permutations can't be definitive. You will need a very well thought plan."

"What about the children?"

"They can have it too. If I were to start a campaign of sorts, I would start with the kids, elders, and then, everyone else. Both female and male in reproductive stages should be abstaining of the mating process, until they both have gone through it, to improve the chances of having a child who won't require any treatment."

"I see."

"However, what Nikola just told you is correct; we can't save them all." Teal'c nodded once.

"We can save more than we first could. And that's better than none at all," Teal'c added, and Helen smiled.

"You should return to your room, and get some more rest. I also need to examine all of you to verify how your treatments are working," they all reluctantly nodded and walked towards Teal'c' room. Helen walked into the place they were using to sleep before, "who will be first?" Daniel came closer, and she smiled. "Please…"

"Doctor Magnus, I can't begin to thank you for what you've done for Teal'c," he started while taking his shirt off to grant her access to his wounds.

"Then don't," she interrupted, observing the injuries.

"What?" He frowned.

"Don't thank me," she added, touching lightly the places where the scratches were. "Any itchiness? Pain? Does it hurt if I do this?"

"No. Only the headache you mentioned the first day," Helen nodded. "Why wouldn't you want a thank you? It does itch there."

"I will give you an ointment; you should use it twice a day over the scratch, it will also help to diminish the scar. And I don't need your gratitude, Doctor Jackson, I didn't do it for you. I did it for him, I care about every single species I've found so far, and I will continue caring for them as long as I should live."

"Huh. For some reason, it sounds almost like you believe you are going to live forever," Daniel frowned and Helensmiled mischievously.

"I will live for a long time," she trailed. "in my work, of course," she winked at him. Then laughed dismissively, "I must confess, Doctor Jackson, I believe that living forever is overrated. For a long time, people regarded as a blessing to have all the time in the world to do as you please, however, can you imagine all that you must lose when continue living, while everyone else withers away?" She inquired, giving him a small plastic bottle.

"Huh, never thought of it like that. Is that the …"

"Yes, twice a day. Doctor Jackson. One won't be enough. Three times will make it worse."

"I'll keep that in mind," he nodded, jumping out of the table.

"Please do," she smiled, "the itchiness is a good sign. Doctor Jackson, your treatment seems to be working fine." She told him as he left the room, she saw Sam approaching, "Samantha, should I draw the curtains?" she asked.

"Yeah, please."

"I can call Janet if you like," Daniel trailed.

"Nah, that's okay Daniel." She finished entering the room, she jumped on the bed, and once the curtains were down, Sam took off the shirt she had and laid down.

"As I thought, you don't even have a scar any longer, good genes, huh?" Helen wiggled her eyebrows, and Sam smiled sheepishly.

"Awesome for my line of work. Otherwise, I would be a walking scar," Helen snorted.

"My thoughts exactly for mine." She winked, "now, any itchiness, pain, discomfort, you might have felt around the area of the scratches? Or anywhere in particular?" Helen asked

"No. I'm good. I could live without the headache," Sam grinned. "Oh, I did have some slight nausea, and I think I'm running a slight fever." Helen hummed and checked the systems. She was frowning and chewing her inner cheeks while reading the screens. "According to this you are correct, you are running a small fever. It means I need to modify your dosage."

"But?"

"Chances are that due to your nature, the toxin is being captured and capsulized somewhere in your body. We will need an ultrasound to verify where that is and check if I need to extract it. We can do that tonight when they are not watching if you are more comfortable with that," Helen finished worrying her lower lip.

"What's the procedure?"

"It will depend on the findings; if the capsule is a small one, a small puncture should do. However, if the size is bigger than a zygote, then we will see. Worst-case scenario we will need to do a small procedure to extract it. I do believe it will be larger, but if conditions are correct, a puncture to remove most of the contents of the capsule should be enough for your body to finish the job without provoking anymore discomfort."

"See you tonight then?"

"I'll guess you know how to find me by now," she smiled.

"Colonel O'Neill, you are the last one," She added once Sam walked out of the room. Jack looked at her with a frown, "Doctor Frasier can do the checking if you feel more comfortable with her, I will still need to supervise since I know what I'm looking for."

"Just do your job, Doctor," he hissed and walked to her. She started the process again.

"Pain, discomfort, itchiness?" she asked, and he answered no to all. She pressed a point she didn't like, and she saw him slightly wince, "are you sure, Colonel?"

"Yes."

"Okay. Anything you need for your other injuries?"

"No."

"Then, before you go, I will need a blood sample."

"Why?"

"You are not complaining, not to me at least; therefore, I want to make sure we are on the right track," he eyed her, and she kept her eyes on his. Then he nodded and extended his arm, a few seconds later, he was walking out of the room. And she was left to chew her lower lip. "Doctor Frasier?" she called from the door, "Do you mind if I spoke with you for a while? I need to show you how to duplicate the test for Teal'c's case," she nodded. Janet joined Helen in the room, and slowly, Helen showed her what to do with Teal'c's blood sample.

"It's simple enough, with the right tools," Janet accepted.

"Which we will provide for you… I do have a request," Helen added, she looked worried, but Janet just raised her eyebrow.

"Looks like the other shoe is finally falling," Janet said with a knowing smile.

"On the contrary, there was never a shoe, Doctor Frasier," Helen waved dismissively. "My request isn't quite what you will expect, and it comes out of concern from your Colonel. I've managed to convince him to give me a blood sample to analyze, although, I don't need an exam to know his treatment isn't working."

"What?"

"The Colonel is feeling pain where he shouldn't, he's slightly feverish, and he says there are no itching sensations and hasn't complained about the headache the treatment give, those are all indications that it isn't working. I fear he might not be taking the medications I gave him out of distrust. However, if he keeps doing it, he will get to the point in which we won't be able to recover him. You need to convince him that the treatment is safe for him."

"I don't know, Doctor Magnus. How could I if I'm not certain myself?" Helen closed her eyes slowly and inhaled deeply.

"I can show you videos of the results of being poorly treated. If your Colonel is skipping dosages or not taking them at all, then he is poorly treated. And he might die."

"I'll do my best… but he might not listen to me."

"Huh… Then I shall speak with Samantha. I'm quite confident he will do anything for her."

"How on Earth…" Janet started.

"I have a pair of functioning eyes, Doctor Frasier. And they can't be more obvious even if they tried. I will wait for you to give it a try, please let me know if I need to have that conversation with her. Just radio me if you require to find me." She added getting out of the room and walking out of the area, leaving a worried Janet behind.