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Updated: May 13, 2025
He didn't want to answer, but a person had a right to know the truth. "I've never seen a case before, so I can only tell you what the book says." He took a deep breath. "Massive stingweed poisoning and you've been given as bad a case as I've ever heard of starts off by making you sick and feverish." "That fits the way I feel," Tarlac said dryly. "Go on."
Tarlac's acquiescence helped but this was not going to be fun! And the next couple of hours were hard, for both of them. As the quidine wore off and the stingweed poison grew stronger, Dave wished his patient would pass out for both their sakes.
Tarlac wasn't sure whether he should get worried or laugh at the boy's virulent language, but on the whole it didn't sound promising. "What's wrong, Dave?" "The blankers soaked the whip in stingweed sap," Dave told him, trying to control his anger.
"I don't dare give you any drugs, even ones as simple as a fungicide or antibiotic, because they're like painkillers too unpredictable on stingweed cases. I don't have either the equipment or the skill to monitor you, or take corrective action if you should have a bad reaction, and I sure don't want to make things worse.
It was warm enough now, so he used it to clean the caked blood away from the whip-inflicted wounds. He didn't want to believe what he saw as he worked you didn't use stingweed for any reason! but the yellowish edges of the wounds were proof that couldn't be denied, and he used a swear-word he'd seen embarrass his mother once.
His vision was blurred at first, but blinking soon cleared it enough for him to see the strain in his rescuer's face. Well, he probably wasn't looking too good himself, he thought and that stink! "What's the smell?" Dave grimaced, pulling a clean blanket up over Tarlac's shoulders. "Stingweed poison, sort of. You don't want to see what it looks like." He shrugged.
If it hadn't been for a young camper who rescued him, and one of the rebels who decided to call the Marines when a Ranger got hurt, he'd have died of stingweed poisoning. The rebel was killed by his former colleagues before Marines could get to him to protect him, but the youngster earned a Life Dukedom.* *I believe I do remember,* Corina sent.
He'd read about stingweed poisoning in his first aid and survival courses, even seen holos in his father's medical texts but they hadn't prepared him for the sight and smell of it in someone's living flesh. He wiped his mouth when he finished, the bitter taste in his mouth an echo of his bitter thoughts as he re-entered the cave.
Do you have anything stronger?" "No and I wouldn't give it to you if I did." Dave braced himself against the objection he anticipated from the Ranger. "Quidine's almost too much of a risk itself, for someone who's been hit with stingweed." Tarlac sighed. "You know more about it than I do; I won't ask again." "Yes, sir." Dave echoed his patient's sigh.
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