Deep Space Four, Stardate 2292.245

"Dr. Naik!" Janda interrupted. "Ambassador Sarek has T- blood. He's on his way here now! His doctor too!"

Naik was relieved. Even if Deep Space Five and Starbase 718 had enough S- or T- negative blood for the patient, it would take several hours to arrive and that was if there was an available ship.

"Your friend is in luck," she said, turning back to the two Seenans. "We don't have a waiting room here but if you'd like to stay, you can pull some chairs of out of my office." Naik gestured to her office door

"Do you need to sit, Naalem?" The man asked.

"I'm fine for now," the boy replied.

"Well, please make use of the chairs if you need them."

"Thank you, doctor."

"Santos, get an IV set up for the ambassador," she said without turning around.

"I'm already on it, doctor!"

"Now," she said to the Seenans, "can you tell me exactly what happened?"

"Losha was doing an inventory of the cargo we took on yesterday in preparation for departure. Naalem, tell her what happened."

"He said there was an unusual sensor reading in bin 3 and he asked me to wait in the cargo bay while he looked it at. A few minutes later there was an explosion. I called Lazor," the boy said.

"I am a medic," the man explained. "I found Losha under some debris in the bin. Nothing heavy - Naalem and I were able to remove it fairly easily."

"Yes, it appears that the force of the explosion is what caused the injury."

"Is it very bad?" The boy asked, looking at Dr. Naik.

"I don't know the extent at this time but I will keep you updated."

"Thank you, doctor," replied Lazor.

"All stations, yellow alert," came the calm voice of the computer. "All stations, yellow alert until further notice." The lights in the room and on the computer panels on the wall flashed briefly.

"The explosion was contained when you beamed down here?" Naik asked.

"Yes, we sealed off the doors after we brought Losha out as a precaution but it was already out when I got to the bin," replied Lazor.

"I guess the yellow alert is just a precaution then," she said. They turned at the approach of hurried footsteps. It was Ambassador Sarek and Doctor Dvir. She had met them briefly yesterday afternoon. As Chief Medical Officer and the third highest ranking officer on the station, she, along with Commander Liu and Lieutenant Commander Bradford, had been in the transporter room to greet the ambassador's party when the first beamed aboard.

Later in the afternoon, Doctor Dvir had stopped by sickbay to familiarize herself with it and meet rest of the staff. To Doctor Naik, Doctor Dvir was the stereotypical image of a Vulcan, which she found funny because most of the Vulcans she'd met had not fit that image. Dvir was tall, with dark hair and eyes, and very pretty. She looked to be in her mid-thirties, so Naik assumed she was probably closer to seventy. She had a look of arrogance about her but she had been friendly when she visited sickbay yesterday. Friendly for a Vulcan at any rate.

"Ambassador, Doctor Dvir," Naik said as the approached, "thank you for coming. The patient's lost a lot of blood. He's very lucky you happen to be on the station."

"We are happy to provide any assistance we can," replied the ambassador.

"Santos has an IV set up for you, ambassador." Naik gestured to Santos and Sarek went over to him.

"Doctor Dvir, my preliminary scans show a contrecoup injury that has caused bruising and swelling of the occipital lobe. They also indicate exposure to a great deal of oxygen. Would you mind taking a look?"

"Certainly. I come to serve." Dvir followed Naik over to where the patient lay. She pulled out her own tricorder, which was a Vulcan type Naik was unfamiliar with. Dvir began scanning the area around the patient's head. Naik noticed a look of what she would describe as puzzlement on Dvir's face. Dvir put the tricorder down and lightly touched the side of the patient's head. The look of puzzlement grew stronger.

"In addition to the contrecoup injury and the hyperoxia, there is significant telepathic damage," she said. "However, it is not recent. I estimate that it occurred at minimum ten standard years ago."

"Huh," said Naik. She knew little of Vulcan or other forms of telepathy. She'd worked on telepathic species before but none with telepathic injuries.

"Obviously this telepathic damage is not life threatening as the patient has lived with it for some time but I would like to see his medical records when he is stabilized," said Dvir.

"Lazor," Naik called to the Seenan medic, "do you have access to his medical records?"

"Yes, however, there is not much too them. We are not a telepathic species so we would have no way of determining whether someone has suffered telepathic injuries. He didn't mention anything and was in good health when we left."

"I see," said Dvir. "It is only a minor concern now. I will speak to the patient about it when he regains consciousness."

Amanda had been heading back to her quarters when the yellow alert sounded. Shortly after that, she'd received a call from Selar, informing her that a Vulcan crewman on Ambassador Tala's ship had been injured in an explosion in the cargo bay and needed a blood transfusion. Neither Selar nor Dvir were a blood type match and though Sarek wasn't either, his T- blood was a universal donor type. She couldn't help but think back to the time when a blood transfusion from Spock had saved Sarek's life. It was fitting that he should now be able to save someone else's life with his own blood. She was glad Sarek could help but she still couldn't help feeling suspicious of the injured man.

Twenty minutes after the yellow alert had sounded, Sarek called her to explain the situation. He had known Selar would contact her but knowing his human wife's anxieties, he also knew that he should contact her himself. He'd told her he would, after all, and she would hold him to that. He assured her he was fine and that once he was recovered, he would return to their quarters.

Twenty minutes after that, the yellow alert was called off and Amanda decided to head down to sickbay. She knew Sarek was fine and that he'd tell her her presence was unnecessary but she didn't care. She wanted to see him.

When she walked into sickbay, she spotted Sarek sitting on a biobed off to the left, speaking with Dvir. To the right stood Naalem and a Seenan crewmember, covered in green blood. Naalem was staring so intently at Sarek that he didn't seem to notice her presence. Perhaps he'd never...no, he'd definitely seen a Vulcan before.

"I'm sorry to hear about your friend, Naalem," she said with a worried look on her face. At the sound of her voice, he turned his attention to her.

"Amanda!" He gave her sad, half-smile. "That is your husband?"

"Yes," she replied.

"That is my Uncle Losha. Your husband saved his life."