[ Arcade's answering grimace is almost a smile and almost certainly apologetic. There are a lot of reasons he doesn't deal with patients, typically, actually.
The look pales to a sickly shock that nearly rivals Jayce's as the other man shows off the extent of his - whatever it is that's killing him, though. Contamination, infection - it's not the poison or radiation he's accustomed to seeing ravage the human body, but the signs look similar enough for him to get the idea. Antibiotics makes a great deal more sense, considering. ]
Okay. Let's try to buy you some, then.
[ Shaken but not about to just step aside and tell him to deal with it on his own, Arcade goes to the cabinets, searching through the convoy's meager supplies for familiar labels. There are plenty he doesn't know the use case for - specific, he assumes, to things that only really pose a danger, here - but there's a small selection of generic medicines, as well. Nothing crazy, but enough to treat small maladies. Not like what he's apparently dealing with, here. A stimpak and a few syringes of Med-X would be better. Neither would really help, but... they'd be better. And probably go a great deal further toward making it seem like there's any extra time to be bought. ]
I'm afraid this is going to be a little bit experimental...
[ Guesswork with foreign drugs has to be, unfortunately. At least there are clean syringes (which luckily he's already had time to stop and marvel over, so it doesn't give him pause, now, as he prepares one). ]
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The look pales to a sickly shock that nearly rivals Jayce's as the other man shows off the extent of his - whatever it is that's killing him, though. Contamination, infection - it's not the poison or radiation he's accustomed to seeing ravage the human body, but the signs look similar enough for him to get the idea. Antibiotics makes a great deal more sense, considering. ]
Okay. Let's try to buy you some, then.
[ Shaken but not about to just step aside and tell him to deal with it on his own, Arcade goes to the cabinets, searching through the convoy's meager supplies for familiar labels. There are plenty he doesn't know the use case for - specific, he assumes, to things that only really pose a danger, here - but there's a small selection of generic medicines, as well. Nothing crazy, but enough to treat small maladies. Not like what he's apparently dealing with, here. A stimpak and a few syringes of Med-X would be better. Neither would really help, but... they'd be better. And probably go a great deal further toward making it seem like there's any extra time to be bought. ]
I'm afraid this is going to be a little bit experimental...
[ Guesswork with foreign drugs has to be, unfortunately. At least there are clean syringes (which luckily he's already had time to stop and marvel over, so it doesn't give him pause, now, as he prepares one). ]