A/N this will be Seasick's only and last update for the forsea- sorry forseeable future. I started it twelve years ago with that last upadte of that version of ther story being seven years ago. and then stalled completly with it untill falling back in love with stingray again.
however the pandemic and following the recent years i felt uncomftable with the orginal angle of the fic. so its gotten a complet uhaul, with last update and this update being the start of that trijectory.
I'd love to get this piece written to share some cool action sqeunces a chase scene, some lovly charater moments and introduce one of my oldest favoite ever OC's in proper glory. however, tbh Im basically restarting from scatch. and while I am contining this peice I've other Stingray stories that i want to share which are closer to being finished.
"drowning and dehydration. Heat stroke and hypothermia. Marina's all contrary wise." The commander clarified, almost angrily.
"All these opposites!" Troy exclaimed. "I can't believe it."
The doctor nodded, turning back to his notes.
"so, you can understand why, even with our combined efforts and testing we don't know the cause. Bar a few hypotheticals and theories. her pulse rate for example is high, or at least for her. Which could simply be her anxiety surrounding her situation. Which in turn is contradictory to her slow respiration. but every so often Marina's breathing will quicken like a panic attack while heart beat will suddenly drop dangerously low, before picking back up again."
"There is, however, some hope." The doctor continued. "Some, not a lot. But some."
"Which is, doctor?" Atlanta asked quietly.
"We are able to keep her warm and cool intermittently as the fever dictates. I've also tried a saline solution to stabilise the dehydration. She seems to be responding extremely well to it. As I said Marina's in a stable. Critical, yes, but stable."
"But Marina's still suffering." The commander growled." (And added in a mutter, "Atlanta, sweetheart ease up. you're crushing my fingers!")
The doctor could only nod.
"Well then What are you stood talking to us for? treat the rest of it?" Troy demanded. " If you're able to stabilise Marina with a solution, can't you treat the rest of whatever it is?"
"We can only stabilise her." The doc repeated tartly. "It isn't as simple as that. any other person a saline solution for dehydration There would have been a greater marked improvement by now, and they'd almost be on the way to recovery. But Marina is not like another person and this is no ordinary disease. Marina has shown some improvement. Some. It's possibly only a matter of time till Marina's heart rate drops too low and too fast for us to help her. But once again we are being faced with the unknown. There's no medicine we have on earth. Again. "
Next to him Troy could feel Atlanta trembling slightly and she started shaking her head. (her old man was right, Atlanta was real clinging to his arm now. Troy had known octopi with weaker grips!)
"The automatic nurse is stumped. Broken even. We had to fit marina up to a second one following the first model beeping error messages." The doctor explained.
"another? Like what happened last time?" Phones asked. "I don't like where this is heading."
"last time?" Troy frowned. "Phones, what do you mean?"
"yes." The Doctor said, ignoring him in favour of answering Phones. "I am sorry to say, gentleman, Lieutenant Shore, but our strongest working theory is that somehow Marienville has a second case of- "
"Second?!" Troy snapped, bolting up. "what do you mean second?
"Troy be quiet!" The commander barked.
"But-?"
"I Really don't like where this is heading." Phones said in a hush as Atlanta all but yanked Troy into his seat.
"yes, a second case. as I said every so often Marina's pulse is weak. Dangerously so, hardly there at all." The doctor said. "and she's extremely pale. With very cracked lips. And there's very dark almost purple rings under her eyes."
"Why's that significant?" Troy asked, interrupting. given everything else more extreme that had been said it didn't seem all that important. And the doctor seemed to be speaking in riddles that everyone else understood.
the doctor paused to look at him, really look at him. Troy felt as if he was missing something or about to be cut down to size and Turned to face the commander. or more turned to the commander only to see the ashen faces of his colleagues.
The commander's frown had impossibly deepened like he was about to read a traitor's warrant. Fisher was white and looked like he was about to be sick. phones too. He looked away from Troy, crushed and unable to meet his eyes. Atlanta was doing her very best to remain calm and not to cry, but when she looked up at him a single tear then another lost their fights with gravity. they rolled down her face and dripped onto her uniform, staining her collar.
"Because captain tempest." the Doc stated, and for the first time with some sympathy in his voice. "Those are similar symptoms, if not the same symptoms that you yourself presented nearly eight months ago. when you fell victim to a mysterious poisoning attack while on patrol. A poison that, without Marina's intervention to get you the antidote Captain, nearly killed you."
So i leave you on a point where in an epidode would fade out dramatically for the break and wish youall the best for 2023. Proceed with Vigor!