The camp doctor who was summoned emerged from the Zenith medic bay, his face grim, even before touching the child. He took the baby gently and rushed back inside. Immediately he administered the only known treatment for the Stinger's cocktail of side effects: high fevers, violent hallucinations, heavy loss of blood through the pores and a racking cough.
When he was done, the doctor came out to update those waiting outside. "We have administered Ampicura and blood pills, it is the best treatment for his condition," the doctor muttered, his fingers steady despite the chaos.
"How is he? Please, tell me he's going to be okay," Denise rasped, her eyes wild.
