Double Helix_ Vectors Part 12

"Is there a point to this, uncle?" Nog asked. He stared down at Quark's hand, which was wrapped around his wrist. "A point to what?" Quark asked. "This conversation about latinum?"

"Not really," Quark said. "Except that I was wondering where my brother was going to get the latinum to pay the good doctor."

"Well, you said that we should make ourselves at home. I figured you wouldn't mind that I was going to take care of myself."

"You figured. You figured. Just like you figured this boil on your ear would go away?"

"It's just an infection, brother, caused by the drinks."

"It's an infection that your carelessness has spread. And we're going to stop it." Quark dragged them down the hall. The stench coming from the medical area was stronger than he had expected. He had been smelling the rot for a week now and ignoring it, like he did in butcher shops on Ferenginar, but here it was nearly impossible to ignore.

"I don't think I'm going in there," Rom said.

"Yeah," Nog said. "They probably won't have time for us."

"They'll probably be happy to have something they can solve," Quark said with more bravado than he felt. If his ear didn't itch so badly that he wanted to scratch it off the side of his head, he wouldn't go into that place either. But he couldn't stand itching, especially on as sensitive a place as his ear.

He shoved Rom and Nog ahead of him, and the door to the medical lab opened. The smell was even worse. A hundred voices moaned.

Rom shook his head. "Brother, I-"

And Quark pushed him forward. Nog followed him in, and then Quark brought up the rear.

"Whatever it is," Dr. Narat said as he pa.s.sed, "it will have to wait." "It can't wait," Quark said. "Are you dying?" "No."

"Then it can wait." And Narat disappeared through a door.

"See?" Rom said. "We have to wait. Which means we should leave."

Quark caught him by the sleeve. Quark wasn't too happy about being here either-he'd never been in a room filled with green Carda.s.sians before rebut he wasn't about to leave now. For one thing, he might never make it back. And then he'd have to scratch until his ear bled, and the infection would grow worse, and his lobes would.

He couldn't allow himself to follow that train of thought. He shuddered and headed toward the office.

"I wouldn't go in there," a human woman said. She had long dark hair and beautiful eyes. "Who are you?" Quark asked.

Alyssa Ogawa," she said. "I'm helping here."

"We have a problem, and it needs some attention."

"Let me see what I can do," she said.

She slipped through the office door, and Rom turned to Quark. "She's beautiful, brother."

"She's hu-man, Brother," Quark said. "You can't trust a hu-man."

"Ah, but you can look at them," Rom said.

"Women are not your strong suit," Quark said. "Stop thinking about her."

She came out the door with Kellec Ton. He looked exhausted. "I don't have much time," he said. "What do you need?"

Quark leaned forward, pointing to his ear. "Look at this. Look at this. My brother got-"

"Couldn't this have waited?" Kellec Ton asked. "We have a real crisis here."

"We know and we're sorry," Rom said. "We'll leave now?'

Quark pulled him closer. "No, we won't." He danced around the room. "I admit, our problem is nothing like theirs-" and he shuddered a little at the very thought "-but it is uncomfortable."

"You can live with discomfort," Kellec Ton said. "Now, if you'll excuse me."

"No," Quark said. "I won't. Don't you understand? This itches."

"And I'm very sorry," Kellec said. He was holding the door like it was a lifeline. "But I don't have time-"

"These are our ears," Quark said, his voice going up. "It would be like you getting an infection on your-"

"Brother!" Rom said, breathless with shock. "Re* member Nog."

"I know about their-" Nog started to say, but Rom clapped a hand over his mourn "I'm sure the good doctor will help us when he has time," Rom said. "Now let's go."

Kellec Ton let out a small laugh and shook his head. "All right," he said. "You made your point let me look at that."

He bent down and turned on a small, handhold light. "Its an infection all right," he said, looking at Quark's ear. Then he examined Nog's and then Rom's. *'And it's deafly transmittable, probably through the pus. Let me give you some antibacterial cream that should ease the itching and clear this right up." "Thank you," Quark said. "Yes," Rom said. "Thank you very much."

The doctor went into the office, and rummaged through a drawer. Rom heaved over to Quark. "1 still think we shouldn't have bothered him."

"Shut up," Quark sat& "We're getting help, aren't we?"

"Yes," Rom said. "But he's right. There are people dying here?

Quark nodded. He had to admit that he did agree with Rom, but for entirely different reasons. He wished they hadn't come here. Before it had seemed entirely personal. The Carda.s.sians got sick and no one came to the bar. But it wasn't personal. In fact, it was so impersonal that it hurt. No one came to the bar because everyone was afraid of this-turning green, scaly, and the stench! And then dying.

Quark shuddered. He would have to start planning his future, a future that didn't include Terok Nor. He wasn't sure what he'd do, because once the word got out that Terok Nor was the site of a plague, Quark wouldn't be able to work anywhere-at least not have a bar. Customers didn't like hearing about contagious diseases in their bartender's past.

"Here you go," Kellec said, placing a tube in Quark's hand. "Follow the instructions. Your problems should ease by the end of the day."

"Thank you," Quark said. "We didn't mean to interrupt. If we had known-"

"No," Kellec said. "It's all right. You did me a favor. You reminded me that there's an entire universe out there. Even if things on Terok Nor and Bajor..." He shook his head. "Anyway. I needed to remember that life does go on."

"Yes, it does," Rom said. "And-"

Quark kicked him. He shut up.

"We do appreciate it," Nog said. "We won't bother you again." He scurried for the door. Quark followed a bit more slowly, the tube cool against his right hand. He was staring at the Carda.s.sians on the beds and makes.h.i.+ft cots. He recognized a number of them, had served them drinks, listened to their problems. And they would all be gone soon, if something didn't change.

He sighed and slipped outside, where Rom and Nog were waiting for him.

"Well, brother," Rom said. "You did the right thing. Now all we have to do is apply that cream to our ears-" "No," Quark said. 'I'll apply it to my ears, and I'll give you your own dab of it. I'm not touching anything you touch ever again. Is that clear?"

"Perfectly," Rom said. "Does this mean I get your earbrush?" Nog asked. Quark stared at him for a moment, and then he sighed, unwilling to fight them anymore. "I guess it does," he said.

Chapter Sixteen

NEARLY TWENTY-FOUR HOURS without sleep. Pulaski felt it in the grit of her eyes, the sluggishness in her arms and legs. She had pulled all-nighters hundreds of times from college on, and she'd hated each and every one of them. Of course, she had to admit that this one she didn't mind, because the work needed to be done.

She bent over the culture she had been working on. She took a dropper and placed a small sample of solution on it, then glanced at the screen. Narat stood beside her. They watched as the solution moved through the viral cells, destroying them. It left all the other cells alone.

"I think we've got it," Narat said.

Part of it, anyway, Pulaski thought-but didn't add. She and Kellec hadn't told Narat about Virus B and Virus C and how that discovery had led them to this formula, which might actually be a cure. Kellec was testing a slightly different form of solution on Virus B, although what she and Kellec had told Narat was that Kellec was merely doing a double check.

Narat trusted them. He hadn't looked too closely at either experiment.

"The next step is to use test subjects," Pulaski said. She wiped a hand over her forehead. "But we don't have any." "Just the patients," Narat said.

"I hate injecting an untried solution into someone," Pulaski said.

"I have to agree with Narat on this one, Katherine," Kellec said. "They're going to die anyway. We have to see if we can stop it."

She nodded. She knew. She had done the same several times in crisis situations, the last time on the Enterprise. But each time her scientist's brain warned that one day they would inject the wrong substance into the wrong patient, and that that patient would die too soon.

"Why don't you and Narat try the Carda.s.sians?" Kellec said. 'TII try the Bajorans."

"It might not work on one group or the other," Narat said.

"We'll deal with that when it happens," Pulaski said. She took a deep breath. "Let's at least try a couple of patients before we inject everyone."

Narat nodded. "That much caution I can accept. Let's take three: one who is nearly gone, one in the middle of the disease, and one at the beginning."

"Get Edgar to help you find the patients," Pulaski said. "And Alyssa is among the Bajorans."

She sat down. Something was bothering her about the cure, she wasn't sure what. But it would come to her. Eventually.

Kellec was working among the Bajorans, moving beds so that they were closer to the office, injecting hypospray on the three patients. In the cultures, the results had happened quickly. Pulaski wasn't sure what would happen in an actual body. Narat was doing the same with the Carda.s.sians. Ogawa looked excited. A strand of hair had fallen from her neat bun, and she was smiling for the first time since they had reached Terok Nor.

Governo seemed solemn. He probably wasn't certain this would work. The entire trip had been hard on him-first-time away missions often were for medical personnel, and this one was particularly difficult. Failure here would be worse than anything any of them had ever faced before, except Pulaski, and right now even she would be hard-pressed to remember an occasion worse than this.

Kellec finished with his few patients and sat down beside her. "How long do you think this will take?"

"If we're lucky, twenty minutes," she said.

They both knew what would happen if they were unlucky. They watched Narat work with the Carda.s.sians.

"If this works," Kellec said, "it's only going to work on the virus. People will still catch it."

"I know." He had put his finger on what had been bothering her. "Maybe, though, it'll be like catching a cold-not anything to worry about."

"Maybe," he said. "But it bothers me that we haven't found how this thing incubates. You know how pernicious viruses are."

She did. Viruses mutated, often after medicine was introduced. She s.h.i.+vered. "Don't even think it."

"I have to," he said. "I'm worried."

"Dr. Kellec?" Nurse Ogawa called from the Bajoran section. "You need to come here."

Kellec cursed. "It backfired. We should have known better than to try this untested-"

Pulaski put her hand on his arm. "Shhh. You're jumping to conclusions."

They both went into the next room. The patient nearest the door, a young Bajoran girl, looked tired, her skin sallow. She sat up, with a hand on her head. "I'm hungry," she said with a bit of surprise.

Pulaski opened her tricorder and ran it over the girl. There wasn't a trace of the virus in her system. Kellec was confirming the information on the biobed readouts.

"She's cured," Pulaski said. He examined the readings another time. "Which one was she?" Pulaski asked Ogawa. "The least sick," Ogawa said. Her smile had grown bigger. "And look, the next is losing some of that healthy color."

How odd that they were celebrating the fact that their patients were looking less healthy, but it was part of the disease to look that way. And part of the cure to go back to the way they had looked before, when they were subjected to all the difficulties of Terok Nor.

"Katherine," Kellec said softly. "We did it." And then he flung his arms around her, pulling her close. "We did it!"

She hugged him back and let him dance her around the room. Finally, she put a hand on his arm. "Kellec, we have a lot of people to inject with this cure."

"Yes," he said. "You make up a large batch, and I'll get going on injections."

"I'11 take some down to Crystal in the Bajoran section," Ogawa mid.

"Help her down there," Kellec said. "She'll need it."

Ogawa smiled and left. Pulaski went into the office. The Bajorans were cured, but she didn't know about the Carda.s.sians. Her heart stopped when she saw Narat.

He was standing over a bed, his hands covering his face, his body so hunched that he looked as if he were in pain.

"My G.o.d," she whispered. What had saved the Bajorans had killed the Carda.s.sians. And she had been so careful to make sure they had the slightly different injection.

She went to the other room and put a hand on Narat's shoulder. He was shaking. "Narat?" she asked.

He raised his head. "I didn't think we'd-I didn't think-Look!" He pointed down. The Carda.s.sian on the bed, whom Pulaski recognized as one of the guards, was his usual gray. His scales still flaked, but they didn't look as irritated as they had. And his eyes were bright.

She ran her tricorder over him as well. The virus was gone.

"Narat," she said. "You gave me quite a scare. I thought it hadn't worked."

"Oh, but it did, Dr. Pulaski. Thanks to you, we're all going to survive."