>>5797577You decide that before setting off for earth, it'd be a good idea to make one last stop by the clinic and see if you can't get your tinnitus cured.
All jokes aside, it probably does dull your senses, and makes it hard to sleep without any white noise at times.
Making your way out of the ship and down the stairs, you head to a nearby building in which Doc Lyna has set up her clinic.
It's full of medicine scavenged from the hospital and other areas, plus whatever you could print on the fabs in terms of equipment and consumables.
It's... a lot more cluttered than you'd expect a clinic to look. There are tools and syringes scattered about, holopads with medical data on them just sitting around for anyone to see.
You guess there's no hospital regulations for her to deal with, but come on. At least keep things organized.
Regardless of that though, she seems to know where everything is and has no trouble finding it when she needs it, and as a man you very much feel that.
Currently, Doc Lyna is sitting at her desk, apparently programming something. At least, it looks like code to you, anyways.
"Hey, what's up, Doc?" You call out to her.
"Good morning, Captain. Is there something you needed?" She replies, not looking up at you.
"Yeah, i have a little medical problem i was hoping you could look at for me."
"Is this about the fungus again? I told you, just keep using the cream as prescribed."
"No, damn it! And keep quiet about that!" You yell in a hush. "I've got some pretty bad tinnitus, and i was wondering if you could do anything about it."
Lyna stops typing, pauses for a moment and then looks up at you.
"Tinnitus?"
"Hearing damage. I've been around guns, loud engines and explosions for so long that it's become a problem."
"Do you know the details of this disorder? What causes it, exactly?" She asks.
"Yeah, i think. The tiny sensory hairs in my inner ear are physically damaged, so they give off signals constantly."
"Oh, well then. That should be easy enough." She declares, swapping programs on her computer and quickly typing something in.
You briefly see your own file on her computer before she toggles a few boxes and hits "Program" in the application she's using.
You hear a faint humming coming from next to her computer, and see the nanomachine programmer hooked into it, hidden behind a stack of large data crystals.
She reaches around and grabs a small vial out of the nanomachine programmer, then hands it to you.
"Here. Dilute that vial in two liters of saline. It's enough for five hundred doses." She tells you.
"Five hundred doses of...?"
"Tinnitus cure. Actually, it should cure most of your hearing-related issues in general."
"....Fuckin' how?" You ask, genuinely bewildered.
"The nanomachines inside will harvest and create stem cells as needed, then program those cells and direct them to the damaged areas while removing affected tissue. You'll feel the effects within a few days."
"That easy?"
