Caught
completely off-guard, Ryan looked around wildly before his brain kicked in.
When Ethan shot him a frightened look, he suddenly realized he couldn’t take
Chris to a regular medical facility. There was no way they were prepared to
deal with a man from eight hundred years in the past. He shook his head to get
his mind to focus.
“Edwards,
Ryan, emergency summons acknowledged,” he shouted into his comp-com. “Priority
one emergency medical assistance required; my residence!” Again, he shouted
into his comp-com.
“We
have to get him to a Life Sciences Center,” Ethan cried, his voice shaky.
He
turned to the scared Ethan, pulling him into a hug, “Help is on the way. I have
to get to TPC. They’ll bring him into the TPC infirmary. A regular Life
Sciences Center is not equipped to deal with a man from the past. They’ll take
excellent care of him, I promise. Meet me there, baby.” With a quick kiss he
was out the door before Ethan collapsed into the same convulsions that were
wracking Chris’ body.
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Ryan
rushed into the travellator control room and practically pounced on Jake, the
controller presently on duty. “What have you found?” He practically shouted.
“Approximately
ten minutes ago the alarm went off. Localization pinpoints it to an area around
your house, this time period,” Jake replied, puzzled.
“That’s
weird. I’ve never heard of a timeline alteration being caused by something in
this time period. Get me a travellator reference,” he ordered.
Looking
back at the monitor Jake’s mouth opened in shock, just as everyone else flew
into the control room, “the timeline just skewed even further,” he exclaimed.
Liam
contributed a “What the fuck?” to the conversation before throwing himself into
a chair and typing commands into the computer.
“Ryan Edwards report to the infirmary
stat…Ryan Edwards report to the infirmary stat.” Ryan was out the door
racing toward the infirmary before the page even finished.
Ryan
slammed through the infirmary doors, looking around wildly. “What’s going on?
Why did you page me? Has Chris arrived yet? What’s wrong with him? What have
you found? Is he okay?” He fired off the questions in rapid fire succession to
anyone and everyone in the room.
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The
emergency medical personnel knocked on Ryan’s apartment door repeatedly with no
response. Finally, as a result, the crew leader shouted, “Apartment 4C.
Emergency medical override. Barnes, L., Emergency Medical Technician Level Five.
Open door!” There was a quiet click as the door opened. The crew rushed in and
found Ethan on the floor convulsing.
As
they checked him over and tried to stop his seizure, they heard noise from
another room. Half of the crew went in search to locate the noise. “We’ve got
another one in here, similar condition!” One of them yelled, rushing to Chris.
Two people, separate rooms,
same symptoms. Barnes thought fast. “Emergency
breathers now!” He roared, putting a strange-looking contraption over his
mouth and nose. Not knowing for sure but guessing that Chris was in the same
condition as Ethan, he called for two medical stasis units. Ethan and Chris
were both placed in the units and rushed to the TPC infirmary. In transit
Barnes watched over the readouts for both men.
Heart rate, blood pressure,
respiration all normal for someone just coming down from convulsions, He noted. Looking over the physical parameter readouts, he did a
double-take. Wait…this can’t be right. Eight
hundred twenty-seven years old? He turned to the other stasis unit. Eight hundred thirty years old? What the hell? “EMU One to TPC
infirmary, EMU One to TPC infirmary,” he said into the air.
“Doctor
Korotas on the line, status please.”
“Tech
Leo Barnes, level five. I have two male patients, both in status post-dictal.
Patient one, height one-point-nine meters, weight ninety-one kilograms, pulse ninety,
respiration eighteen, heart rate one hundred, blood pressure one-eighty-nine
over one-oh-two.” He paused.
“Age?”
the doctor asked.
After
a moment Barnes replied, “indeterminate.”
“What
do you mean, indeterminate? What does the readout say?”
“It’s
giving an erroneous readout.”
Uh-oh! I hope it’s not who I
think it is!
What does the age readout on both
patients say, Barnes?” The doctor asked apprehensively.
“Patient
one, eight hundred twenty-seven; patient two, eight hundred thirty years old.”
“Code one emergency transport status. Get
them here now!” the doctor barked. Time
for some hard truths.
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