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Drake made his way through the sickbay and the surrounding rooms which had been turned over to those who’d been rescued. A few of the casualties were awake and aware of what was happening. They were confused and uncertain, but at least they were responding. There was hope for them. No certainty they would survive, but they had a chance.
The others lay comatose, unresponsive and unmoving. Drake knew from experience very few of those would recover. Only the fact one or two occasionally did prevented him from simply choosing to help them slip away.
Other than those rare few who recovered all would be dead within a few days, a couple of weeks at most. No matter how good the care they were given they would simply fade away. Their core, their souls maybe, having been destroyed by t
