Mar: You!

::Both of her hands shot up and caught Wilde by the throat. As he
tried to pull away, the woman let him pull her to a sitting position.
Hands grabbed her arms almost instantly, but she resisted, pouring all
her strength into throlling the man in front of her.::

Mar: I don't know how you got away from my crew, but I'm still going
to kill you!

::The hands finally were able to break her grip. The redhead screamed
in frustration as she was pushed back onto the bed. Durath was as loud
in her head as her voice was in her ears. A soft hiss at her neck and
her body relaxed, letting her husband's doppleganger go, though her
mind was still seething.::

Mar: Someone... arrest that... man... he killed... my husband.

::The words came out slow; though she was trying to say them at a
normal speed, her mouth wasn't responding. Her eyes closed and she
slid back into unconsciousness.::

((Starfleet Medical))

::A very sick Captain being flown into Starfleet Medical was not an
everyday occurrence, so a full medical team, complete with two nurses
that were well versed in symbiont hematology, both Trill, was waiting
for the Wildes' shuttle when they landed.::

Within an hour of her arrival, the English doctor's diagnosis was
confirmed. Crescentic Glomerulonephritis was rare and did not just
'develop' in perfectly healthy people. However, there was good news
and there was bad news.

The good news was that, after a little bit of a scare involving the
Captain coughing up some blood and having breathing problems, she had
stabilized. The redhead was aware and alert, if a bit sore and bruised
in the ribs for some reason.

The bad news was that both of the Trill nurses that had helped treat
her and the symbiont had the beginning symptoms of the disease as well.

All three were quickly put into quarantine. ::

TBC


Captain Idril Mar
CO
USS Ronin