<div dir="ltr"><span id="gmail-docs-internal-guid-3f6b4e73-7fff-59b7-de03-c31244579d93"><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Mission:  A Cure</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap"> Delayed</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Day: 3</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Stardate: 2445.10.27</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"> </p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">(Vulcan - ShiKahr- Nivar Institute-Director’s Office- CMO Lt. Quinna Solice -- 1559)</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"> </p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">Quinna sat back and drank her water as she let the conversations between Dr Tate and T’Mur to occur.  </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"> </p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">"The only way I know to begin this Ms. T'Mur is by asking questions. I have some concerns about the course of your treatment and I'm hoping you can provide me with some answers or at least clues that will lead me to the answers. Can you tell me about the healer who was treating your case? I don't mean physical characteristics or anything but his manner, the questions he asked and any insight you might have on him."</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.38;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"> </p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:10.5pt;font-family:Arial;color:rgb(0,0,0);background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">“The doctors who treated me after the attack gave me adequate initial first aid treatment.  That is, they cleaned my wounds and … well, cleaned me up.  However, I will say that there was very little done to address the…,” she looked over at Quinna, a guilt welled up inside her, “the rape.  My parents felt that it would be most logical if we could put it behind us and definitely not bring it up in polite society.  Nor even within ourselves.  It wasn’t until three months later that the diagnosis of Pa’Nar syndrome was discovered.  I had started to lose strength in my left hand periodically.  It was given some attention and I was given a cortical stimulator with a some directions of its use, but again, my parents wanted to keep the information very</span><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">… discrete.  The doctor agreed that it would be best that few new of the diagnosis.  It might cause problems for their business.  True to their concerns, anyone that knew of it wanted nothing to do with me.  The doctor and medical staff could barely look at me.”</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"> </p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.656;margin-top:0pt;margin-bottom:0pt"><span style="font-size:11pt;font-family:Arial;background-color:transparent;font-variant-numeric:normal;font-variant-east-asian:normal;vertical-align:baseline;white-space:pre-wrap">T’Mur realized that her heart had began to beat faster, and there was a burning sensation in her eyes.  Her body temperature had risen 2%, and she had begun to shake.  She closed her eyes, breathed and brought herself back into control.  </span></p><p dir="ltr" style="line-height:1.656;margi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