Waiting out the treatment gives Arthur time to recover himself, get his breathing under control, and banish the shreds of the past back to where they belong. Okay, they must have seen it, Crichton definitely saw it, but they didn't really see it, not the parts that Arthur saw and heard and felt. Nothing blew up on him back when Parker caught him having his problem, and nothing's blowing up on him now. Nobody's asking awkward questions about it. It's okay. It's okay.
It's almost comical how his first thought, at Tendi's question, is about the burn stinging his arm, and how only his second is the realisation that-- this isn't any medicine he's familiar with. This is something more advanced.
Could it do something for his eyes?
He doesn't have time to form the question before the... whatever-it-is that Tendi's using is humming theremin-like in his face. He holds mostly still, because, you know, medical procedure, but his head still tilts and moves away from the thing as it's brought around his head. His expression is uncomfortable, and it turns out he's completely justified, because he knows two of the words out of vulcan, mind, and meld and he does not like their use one bit.
Can she actually detect some trace of John with that thing?
Arthur remembers his hope on the day that he arrived here, that John was still in there, only silent for some reason. Should he let her look, based on that thin and thinning hope? Or would that only lead to his whole 'man with thing in head' secret getting spilled for nothing?
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Making a snap decision, he reaches towards the high-pitched noise to push the scanner firmly away.
"Stop. I'm not interested in what the aftermath of my--" There's an audible reluctance in the way he says the next words, but he decides to to yes-and Crichton's cover story anyway. "--my nervous disturbances looks like."
Nailed it!
"What I want to know is whether the technology from your time--" And he doesn't even have to pretend to be eager here. In fact, he has to tone it down, in case he's headed straight for disappointment. "Can- can it do anything for blindness? Anything at all?"
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It's almost comical how his first thought, at Tendi's question, is about the burn stinging his arm, and how only his second is the realisation that-- this isn't any medicine he's familiar with. This is something more advanced.
Could it do something for his eyes?
He doesn't have time to form the question before the... whatever-it-is that Tendi's using is humming theremin-like in his face. He holds mostly still, because, you know, medical procedure, but his head still tilts and moves away from the thing as it's brought around his head. His expression is uncomfortable, and it turns out he's completely justified, because he knows two of the words out of vulcan, mind, and meld and he does not like their use one bit.
Can she actually detect some trace of John with that thing?
Arthur remembers his hope on the day that he arrived here, that John was still in there, only silent for some reason. Should he let her look, based on that thin and thinning hope? Or would that only lead to his whole 'man with thing in head' secret getting spilled for nothing?
Making a snap decision, he reaches towards the high-pitched noise to push the scanner firmly away.
"Stop. I'm not interested in what the aftermath of my--" There's an audible reluctance in the way he says the next words, but he decides to to yes-and Crichton's cover story anyway. "--my nervous disturbances looks like."
Nailed it!
"What I want to know is whether the technology from your time--" And he doesn't even have to pretend to be eager here. In fact, he has to tone it down, in case he's headed straight for disappointment. "Can- can it do anything for blindness? Anything at all?"