The CMO snorts. "I stunned you. That's not a medical condition."
"I think," Diya says, and when she speaks, none of them look at her but all of them stop, "you will get more answers from your results than from him, Colonel."
She's not so sure the man has anything useful to offer anyway. She waves the CMO away from the exam table to converse in indistinct murmured tones for a few moments, and although he is facing her, he doesn't look directly at her when she speaks -- rather some distant point just above her head, or just past. The CMO steps back to the exam table and Daryl's supine form.
"The stun will wear off in a couple of hours," he says, pulling the mounted scanner to hang a foot or so above Daryl's head. "The sedative, a little after that. We'll have you escorted back to your room after your recovery."
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"I think," Diya says, and when she speaks, none of them look at her but all of them stop, "you will get more answers from your results than from him, Colonel."
She's not so sure the man has anything useful to offer anyway. She waves the CMO away from the exam table to converse in indistinct murmured tones for a few moments, and although he is facing her, he doesn't look directly at her when she speaks -- rather some distant point just above her head, or just past. The CMO steps back to the exam table and Daryl's supine form.
"The stun will wear off in a couple of hours," he says, pulling the mounted scanner to hang a foot or so above Daryl's head. "The sedative, a little after that. We'll have you escorted back to your room after your recovery."