Eyes part 1

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After receiving information from her friends that the work was nearing completion, Chakwas once again personally monitored the patients' condition. Everything was in order: both the Turian and the Asari were on their way to a fully guaranteed recovery, and there was nothing to indicate any problems or dangers.

Returning to the table, Karin didn't even notice how she smiled — she liked to realize that by joining forces, she and Shepard had performed a real miracle: none of the doctors could claim now that he had managed to return a reasonable organic from the husk state to normal, but she and John had succeeded in full, as the results of the inspection and the results of constant automatic instrument monitoring testified to the measure.

The consciousness of a job well done warmed Karin's soul. The ship's doctor quietly and calmly sank into a chair, feeling new strength appear and the very essence speaks of readiness for real medical work. Chakwas had no doubt that the crew of the frigate now had battles ahead of them, combining into what people usually call "war." This means that she, the doctor, will have to show in practice what she has been preparing for all this peacetime. She will have to pull out many Normandians and, as it turned out, not only Normandians, from behind the Edge, to move them away from this deathly flickering line, beyond which there is nothingness.

The flashing call signal did not take Chakwas by surprise — for a long time she had learned to determine with maximum accuracy the moment when one of the Normans appeared at the door of the Medical Bay. Getting up from her chair, Karin went to the door, dialed the code, and let Karolin, Elena, and Monica inside, loaded with bags of clothes.

Glancing at the white screens separating the chief physician's office from the beds, the guests, trying to maintain almost complete silence, unloaded packages onto empty chairs and onto one of the unoccupied work tables. Chakwas, mindful of the Turian's keen hearing, silently, with stingy gestures ordered the women to put together two groups of packages. Only then did she pull back the screens, allowing her friends to see the patients.

A few minutes later, packages appear on stools next to the beds, and the guests, having closed the curtains of the screens, return to the head doctor's desk. Chakwas thanks his friends with a slight bow, they head for the exit, and soon a signal flashes on the console above the table to lock the door of the Medical Bay.

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Of course, Chakwas looked through the contents of the bags and checked the safety of fabrics and accessories with the help of devices. She was completely satisfied with the results of the inspection and inspection: her friends had done a great job, it was noticeable that the clothes and underwear were sewn with love, high quality and from the best materials currently available on board the ship.

Realizing that she had to turn to a new supplier, Karin smiled with her lips, remembering that now this post is occupied by a very worthy Norman. It could be said with certainty that the women of the ship were helped by the men of the ship, because the supply ship became an informal center of attraction for the crew of the frigate.

Since hypnotic effects did not allow patients to wake up on their own, Chakwas went behind the screen, conducted repeated examinations and familiarized herself with the machine protocols for monitoring the condition, making sure that now both the Turian and the Asari were sleeping a completely natural sleep without the slightest traces of hypnotic blockages. She rarely used hypnosis in her practice, but she was calm about the fact that she was considered one of the best medical specialists in this field.

After walking through the Medical Bay, Karin carried out a random control inventory and entered the enclosure occupied by the Turian at the moment when Saren opened his eyes.

"Doctor?" said the Turian, turning his head to her. "What are these packages?"

"Your clothes, Saren," Karin replied, conducting a quick manual examination and noting that the patient was quite comfortable with his role and his position.

"Is it new?" Arterius sounded genuinely interested. "From where?"

"While we're hanging next to the Reaper, the ship's crew have a little more free time. The women and girls decided to help and sewed clothes and underwear for you."

"And for her?" The Turian glanced at the screen behind which the Asari's bed was located.

Karin nodded in the affirmative. `It looks like he's already starting to genuinely care about Asari.' the doctor thought. `Probably, he also holds the opinion that an apology should be effective, active, and not just put into words.'

"I did not know... That's how you humans do it," the Turian said respectfully.

"It is customary for us to help those in trouble to return to their normal state," Karin clarified. "Saren, have you recovered enough to sit up in bed and familiarize yourself with the contents of the packages", the doctor clarified without a smile, seeing how the Turian quickly took advantage of the permission given to him and, sitting with his back to Chakwas, was already fiddling with the jumpsuit he had taken out of the bag.

"This it..." Arterius gasped in surprise, turning around. "Hand-stitched?"

Chakwas nodded silently.

Chapter 21