Re: Earth
Making their way to Dr. Green, Siphon took a few moments to mentally ready himself before nodding to Ian.
"This shouldn't take too long, hopefully. We'll see about how quickly I can do it again afterwards."
Placing one hand on Dr. Green's forehead, and the other on his chest, Siphon closed his eyes and a faint light, similar to Ashana's, enveloped them both. Siphon was like this far longer than Ashana had been, possibly because of the extent of the damage to Dr. Green already, and Ian might notice him frowning a few times during the process. Finally though, he sat up fully, and Dr. Green was notably better, although not awake yet.
"He'll probably sleep for a while still, we can let him. He'll be fine though."
Standing up, Siphon took a step before suddenly bracing himself against the wall. After a few moments, he shook his head.
"Took a bit more out of me than I expected, wow. This might take a while to get everyone then."
Once Sho and Christina arrived at the crew quarters, they discovered things weren't quite as peachy as they might have hoped. The three soldiers were out cold on beds, as was Samantha, who was burning up even worse now. Dr. Woods was just setting Colonel Grant down onto a bed when they walked in.
"He collapsed just a few moments ago, started slurring his words and hit the floor before I could get over to him. Samantha's fever is getting worse, much worse. It seems to be hitting her much harder and faster than the others. She doesn't have long left, couple of hours I'd say at the most but ... I'm not an expert in this particular field."
Christina for her part had moved into action, double checking vitals and the like.
"The others are stable, at least for now. He's right though, Samantha's temperature is continuing to rise, even more rapidly that Dr. Green's did. She hasn't got much longer if this keeps up, her entire body could shut down at any moment and if that happens, we'll lose her. What about Ashana?"
"Still out. I ran that blood cell count test you wanted done. According to the specifications you gave me, her white cell count is about 70% lower than what it ought to be."
He handed her a paper, which Christina looked over several times, blinking as if either she wasn't sure she was seeing it right, or having trouble focusing. Finally she let loose a sigh.
"She might not wake up. She's still close enough to our biology for most things to be reasonably predicted. Her entire body is starting to shut down. What she did for you, may be the last thing she ever does. Unless she's got some other trick up her sleeve we don't know about, she's dying. And there isn't a damn thing I can do for her."