For a good twenty minutes, Christine focused on treating her patients, putting Oliver to the back of her mind. Methodically, she moved from bed to bed, covered rashes in salves and wrapping bandages around the afflicted areas. After taping them down she would pull off her gloves, input the patient's info into the computer system, and move onto the next person. She repeated this pattern the same as her fellow nurses and doctors and soon the room began to clear.

Snapping off her final pair of gloves, she tossed them into the trash and remembered Oliver. Poor guy. First he was stuck on the ship and then he had to get stuck in the middle of a medical emergency. Christine hoped he was ok.