Dr. Chakwas sat at her desk in the medical bay, hard at work. Even when there were no patients to be seen or reports to be filed, there seemed always to be necessary occupations that kept her a busy woman.
Since Chakwas had risen (early, as usual) and eaten a small breakfast in the neighboring mess, she had been working diligently.
At present, her attention was turned to an article in a leading medical journal, claiming that the leading drug for strengthening bone density, Osserminex, had a small potential of linkage to increased heart attack risk. As she had prescribed the drug to Joker, and administered it to him biweekly, she carefully read the 30 page study and the information on the test cases, and passed it along to him, along with an assurance that the link seemed tenuous at best.
“It isn’t as though there’s a comparable treatment on the market,” she scoffed to herself. “What do they want them to do?”
She shook her head. She felt it was rather unscrupulous of the researchers to make such a study and then publish such vague results. That was a medication helping a lot of people- not just the rare Vrolik’s sufferers. If it were taken off the market, the consequences would be truly unfortunate.
But she was fairly sure her message would clear up any doubts Joker might have, especially since he likely wouldn’t have any. Jeff Moreau would not be the type of man to chew his nails over a thirty page medical study, much less make it through page one.
Chakwas checked the phials and syringes each week, making sure they would be prepared for his treatments and therapy. It was a great added duty to her job as chief medical officer, but not an unwelcome one.
She noticed a new message from Miranda Lawson. It was quite new, sent just a couple of minutes earlier. It asked her to come to the executive officer’s office for a “chat” She was surprised by the missive, but knew better than to keep Lawson waiting.
She made the very short trip across the way to Miranda’s office, then rapped upon the door sharply twice.