When is a cure not a cure?
Posted: Thu Apr 20, 2017 6:42 pm
"Padraig!" Faith had run all the way home, not stopping or slowing down. She burst through the front door like a whirlwind and in a manner most unlike her, usually so controlled and quiet. "Padraig?! Oh.. Oh... thank Fa...Famula." Although, of course, the fact that she had run so fast meant that she was completely out of breath and more than a little disheveled. She was happy, there was no doubting it and she took his hand and half walked, half ran into the living room. "How... " She started putting things out on the living room table, getting her breathing back in order.
"I've done it. I think. I've made it better, at least." She was babbling, she knew, even as she started opening jars. "Gavin, one of the four men who came in with it, he has it the worse and I worked out that it.. well, I think it's not contagious, it's an allergic reaction which triggers the body's natural defenses. The things I've been treating you with, treating them with, make it worse or at the very least perpetuate it." Faith shook her head and stopped, just for a few trill. She breathed in, then out, then spoke to him again.
"We don't keep records, you see. On where people have been, what they've done. I think that diseases have patterns, behaviours almost." Looking at him she smiled and reached up to stroke his cheek. "If this is caused by the environment, then it isn't until we examine that environment that we know that. I think this is a reaction to the ginkgo blossom. It's a tree, but no insects make it their home, nor birds." She looked at him and handed him a sealed pot. "Eyebath, there's tea in here that I'm going to make right now."
She squeezed his hands and couldn't restrain herself from the delight in her expression. "He responded in two breaks, so we just have to wait. He's much further along than you." When she was sure that he had the eyebath and was doing that, she got busy moving over to the kettle and starting to put things together for the tea. "I've started at the Order, we're going to take information on each patient, track patterns of diseases, they might give us clues, surely?" Faith was about to become a fanatic about this; all the signs were there. "If I'm right and this is about the ginkgo blossom, then it's seasonal and it's about specific locations. How many people have lost their sight unnecessarily? I'm going to the university, to speak to Professor Carter. This has to be a consideration, worthy of study." There were a hundred things whirling in her mind, yet they were all peripheral to one basic consideration; this would make him well again.
"This is a chamomile, ginger and green tea combination. I'm reliably informed that it tastes disgusting. We can't add honey to it, though, it counteracts." Fussing around she got things ready, even the way she worked in the kitchen was noisy and less controlled than usual. "One thing, though?" Faith came out holding a cup of tea for him which, if it tasted how it smelled, would live up to the build up she'd given it in terms of disgusting. "When have you been near a ginkgo tree?"
"I've done it. I think. I've made it better, at least." She was babbling, she knew, even as she started opening jars. "Gavin, one of the four men who came in with it, he has it the worse and I worked out that it.. well, I think it's not contagious, it's an allergic reaction which triggers the body's natural defenses. The things I've been treating you with, treating them with, make it worse or at the very least perpetuate it." Faith shook her head and stopped, just for a few trill. She breathed in, then out, then spoke to him again.
"We don't keep records, you see. On where people have been, what they've done. I think that diseases have patterns, behaviours almost." Looking at him she smiled and reached up to stroke his cheek. "If this is caused by the environment, then it isn't until we examine that environment that we know that. I think this is a reaction to the ginkgo blossom. It's a tree, but no insects make it their home, nor birds." She looked at him and handed him a sealed pot. "Eyebath, there's tea in here that I'm going to make right now."
She squeezed his hands and couldn't restrain herself from the delight in her expression. "He responded in two breaks, so we just have to wait. He's much further along than you." When she was sure that he had the eyebath and was doing that, she got busy moving over to the kettle and starting to put things together for the tea. "I've started at the Order, we're going to take information on each patient, track patterns of diseases, they might give us clues, surely?" Faith was about to become a fanatic about this; all the signs were there. "If I'm right and this is about the ginkgo blossom, then it's seasonal and it's about specific locations. How many people have lost their sight unnecessarily? I'm going to the university, to speak to Professor Carter. This has to be a consideration, worthy of study." There were a hundred things whirling in her mind, yet they were all peripheral to one basic consideration; this would make him well again.
"This is a chamomile, ginger and green tea combination. I'm reliably informed that it tastes disgusting. We can't add honey to it, though, it counteracts." Fussing around she got things ready, even the way she worked in the kitchen was noisy and less controlled than usual. "One thing, though?" Faith came out holding a cup of tea for him which, if it tasted how it smelled, would live up to the build up she'd given it in terms of disgusting. "When have you been near a ginkgo tree?"