"The flesh is dying Malcolm."
Kira sat on the padded leather examination table inside the Leviathan medical bay. She peeled back the pristine white gauze wrapped around her thigh.
A foul stench of decaying copper and rot filled the sterile room. The laceration from the feral infected was closed with thick steel staples. Dark black veins radiated outward from the puncture wounds. The surrounding tissue possessed a sickly yellow hue.
"The automated staple g*n sealed the breach," Malcolm observed. He stood near the medical terminal. "The internal systems administered a maximum dose of broad spectrum antibiotics."
"The standard medication failed," Kira stated. She applied pressure above the wound to test the sensitivity.
White hot agony flared through her nervous system. She hissed throug
