mitochondriaaya | It's tragic, yes. LET'S FIX IT.

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It's tragic, yes. LET'S FIX IT.

Aya stormed through the door and screamed in rage, kicking her school bag ahead of her because it was safe to kick. Seriously, her backpack wouldn't explode.

"Calm down!" Maya sighed, closing the door behind her sister. "We fixed it. And if you kick that bag anymore you'll have to shopping for a new one. You hate shopping."

"DON'T BE REASONABLE AT ME!"

"OKAY FINE!" Maya grumped and booted her sister's bag back at her. "So what do we do?"

"...COOKIES."

Maya nodded, toeing her shoes off before tackling her sister. "Like you could make cookies in this state!"

"COULD TOO!"

It was a sibling thing okay?

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"That would be the antihistamine base," Aya noted, Maya nodded and started setting things up on the counter by the sink. "Stay awake if you can alright? We may need to ask you things." But that didn't mean she wasn't getting that pant leg taken off post-haste.

"He'll need fluids no matter what, saline and probably a small glucose bag from stores?" Maya directed at Dilan.

"This is tearing and smashing...you get bit?"

"Coffee?" he asked, hopefully, as Dilan sprinted for the required items, "I know it's a diuretic but sweet, sweet caffeine..." Braig started a tapping on the counter to keep himself awake, going up prime numbers as high as he could.

The girls glanced at each other then shrugged in tandem, "As long as you keep the IV in too, hopefully we can stay ahead of the dehydration if you keep the coffee to just a cup or two." As she was closest Maya switched the pot on as a matter of course.

"Tell me exactly kind of mutation this was caused by." Aya prompted, peering at the wounds, "also this will hurt, but as soon as it's clean I can get a a local anesthetic on it." Cleaning anything hurt. Cleaning a wound like this with alcohol? Yeah.

"Just give me one and dilute it with milk and a lot of sugar. A lot of sugar. I've been a student long enough that I can trick my body into thinking it's got more caffeine than it does." He nodded at being told that he was in for some pain. He expected that.

Dilan came back with the things for the IV and handed them to Maya since Aya was busy. "What should I do?" he asked again. Luckily for everyone "just sit quietly" was something that wouldn't bother him.

"Get Braig a cup of coffee fixed with half milk and several sugars, then get me two blood samples, one from the left arm, one from above the wound," Maya noted, preparing a series of small tubes for enzyme testing.

"Definitely have a tooth in here," Aya sighed, switching her swab for forceps. "And goo. Great. No more walking by the PE field okay?"

Dilan nodded and started fixing the cup. He handed it to Braig before going for the blood samples.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Braig asked, "Hell no was I near the PE field! He was out on the commons between the bio building and the english one."

"Hmm, might be time to get some correctionals kids to play with electric fences..." Maya noted. "Sorry, I mean Justice Track kids." Sure. Right.

"And that at least makes me feel better to hear. Didn't think you were stupid, Braig, just thought you might have a reason to be there. Your classes take you everywhere. Swelling. Awesome. Get comfortable Braig, we're going to have to wait on those blood tests." But he could have a wipe down with a local numbing agent at least?

"Can I get comfortable on a chair with padding instead of this one?" he asked, blinking a couple of times, "Wait, no, nevermind. I might fall asleep. Right then. Someone distract me with science."

It was the best way to keep his lover calm, and he knew it.

"Sorry, no," the girls spoke in tandem again. They were sorry though? "You can get a pillow though."

"We asked Dilan to help us make an oxygenated substrate to substitute for blood that gets mixed up by idiots when dealing with three species?" Aya offered.

"That and a kid read us fourth dimensional poetry on the way to class today? We weren't sure if he was courting or cursing us?"

"No, no. Hard is good." Braig said with a shake of his head, "Fourth dimensional poetry, huh?"

"How does that work?" Dilan asked, confused.

"If the answer was easy we'd both have handled it sooner," Aya laughed.

"And very recursively, apparently. He wanted us to be certain we'd let you know. Do you have a rival, Braig?"

"Huh." he thought about it, then shrugged, "Can't think of anyone who'd be a threat to my grants. If there is a rival out there he obviously isn't very good."

"We'll keep an eye on him," Maya decided. After all this was a campus of insane people really, and such led to strange reasons to think a person a rival!

"How's the leg? Numbing working properly?" Aya asked easily, eyes still fixed on the wound.

"Don't worry about it, Aya...Maya?" sometimes he thought he never would learn. It was frustrating, especially when Dilan piped up with, "That's Maya. Aya is doing your leg."

"Maya. Yeah. Don't worry about it. If he shows up, sure, but don't go looking for him."

"We could start wearing hair ribbons or something in the house," Aya offered wryly. "It's too useful away from here to be mistaken for each other, but we don't mean to bug you Braig," they liked him honestly, that meant they'd do what they could.

"Negative on grampositive mutagens, so flush it with out neutralizer," Maya noted.

"On it. Deep breath Braig, you don't to breathe this." Luckily most mutagens were gram negative instead, which made a broad spectrum flush a lot easier!

"And no worries Braig, we've seen him a time or too, but not as much as the theology students." As far as followers went anyway.

"No, I'm going to learn." he said, grumpily, "Someday. Somehow. Not sure how, but I am." Braig nodded and not only held his breath but pinched his nose shut. It was always better to be safe than sorry.

"Yeah, but most people get notes and study guides..." Maya chuckled, stepping closer to Dilan to avoid fumes as Aya tipped a bittle over Braig's wound. Luckily for everyone it hissed and bubbled and spat just like it should which meant that whatever gym nut had, well, it wasn't too creative.

And it was best Braig's leg was already numb yes.

Aya tapped Braig's cheek once the reaction was done, letting him know it was safe to breathe before she set to properly cleaning and stitching.

"Well, good to know our first aid kits are effective," Maya noted, jotting a note to replace that mixture so they'd have it for next time.

"Trust me, it's better than good." Braig said after gasping for air, "It's great. I do not want uncontrolled mutations, thank you." He'd have said 'any mutation', except that he knew it would have hurt Dilan's feelings.

"Tell us if you feel giddy or light headed," Aya chuckled. "Euphoria could be a side effect, but only showed up in one out of three hundred test subjects..."

"She's teasing," Maya noted.

"Let's be honest; the fact that I am not going to end up looking like a bullfrog crossed with a thresher is enough to make me euphoric." Braig said without hesitation.

"On top that fact," Aya glanced up at him, a direct, clear look trying to convey that she was partially serious at least. "Dork. Cute dork, but a dork none the less."

"And some bullfrogs are quite adorable," Maya noted cheerfully, cleaning some of the test tubes while others were still percolating. "threshers, well, haven't been around much farm equipment. We don't know...farmers."

"Drake!"

"...we don't know any normal farmers."

"Oh..." Dilan said, wandering off for a moment. When he returned it was with a laptop open to an image search of thresers. "These are what he's talking about. How is Drake not normal?"

Braig just sighed and shrugged, "Got it. No, as far as I can tell it's just the expected amount. I'll let you know, though."

"Hmmm," the girls mused in chorus as they peered at that picture. Then "I don't think you could spontaneously mutate that much metal." Just to be reassuring?

"Drake is...Drake. He likes to grow things but he's bad at farming, so, not exactly the best example thereof."

"Around here who can tell?" he asked dryly. Dilan said, "I could help." although what he was offering to help with was...anyone's guess.

"Doctors," the girls answer cheerfully. "That and the metalloid test sample isn't turning blue over there."

"You are helping Dilan, with many things at the moment, I don't think you need another on your plate!" Aya admitted cheerfully.

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