Okay so the crew goes to a lot of different planets right and not all of them are safe for humans, as seen in the episodes where they never take off their helmets.
So imagine if on one of these planets there’s a substance that if it were to touch skin it will cause powerful hallucinations. And it’s slow acting too so they won’t know until way later for certain but that something is wrong.
Now obviously they can’t have records of every single planet and how it will affect the humans (for the sake of this lets just imagine Alteans are much less susceptible to these things because of adaptations from political relations with tons of planets over the course of their race’s existence and a more powerful immune system, and so this planet passed the safe for exposure test for Alteans in their records)
so let’s say Lance touches some plant stuff but doesn’t know what it’ll do to him, and it’s been reported as totally safe.
After the mission is finished and a few days have passed Lance starts to see and hear things.
It starts out with quick stuff, things that could be just his imagination. Sometimes it’s just the sound of waves or a laugh. sometimes it’s the wave of a tanned hand in the corner of his eye or a flash of glowing stars on a ceiling. But really he chalks it up to the fact that he’s been thinking of home too much.
Then it starts getting more obvious. Allura turns into an image of his sister while he’s talking to her, the kitchen doesn’t look high tech anymore but like his mothers kitchen.
Shiro’s voice gets deeper until it sounds like his dad’s, when he isn’t paying attention during a conversation it sounds for a full minute like a regular chat with a couple of his family members, and when he tunes back in they suddenly shift back into their own voices and a completely different topic and he ends up having to leave he’s so shaken.
He thinks he’s losing his mind. But he keeps it quiet, cause maybe he’s just not getting enough sleep due to their crazy missions. Humans start hallucinating after what 30 something hours right? So he won’t bother anyone yet. If he’s honest his reality is more like a dream anyway.
It gets to a point where he starts being unable to tell what is real, he once wakes up believing entirely that he’s back in his shared room with his brother until he steps into the hall.
For a full 15 minutes he hears everyone talking in Spanish one morning and he can’t break out of it until Keith claps in front of him. It turns out he’s been replying in Spanish and hadn’t heard a true word that they had said since it started. They were all looking at him like he was out of his mind. He plays it off like he just wasn’t fully awake.
It just keeps getting worse.
Eventually it gets to a point where he gets stuck in a hallucination for a full day and when he comes out of it he’s faced with the rest of the castle members looking panicked and worried at him. It turns out he had been glazed over and almost running into things and speaking in Spanish the whole time, no one could get to him, it was as if he was in another plane of existence.
He only stares at them so sadly because he’d been so convinced by the vision that Voltron was the dream and that he was home. He’d been so happy and it was just cruel to wake up back to where he was billions of light years away from the crystal waters, warm smiles and cozy surroundings that he’d been in just a moment ago.
They force him to tell them what’s happening to him and when he comes clean they scold him for not telling anyone sooner as it could have put them all in danger. What if he’d been on a mission and suddenly couldn’t see his surroundings as he was blinded by these memories?
Immediately after, they take him to the medical bay to scan him for what might have caused this to begin with, and find that it’ll be an easy fix, Coran says its just an adjustment to the pods that he needs and he’ll be fine.
It all happens so fast and then Pidge is preparing the pod to get him back to normal and he just starts backing away from the pods like they’ll hurt him.
Hunk tries to sooth him and get him into the pod but Lance won’t budge. When they see him acting so unreasonable they try using their authority to get him to get into the pod. He just keeps moving away. Eventually all of them are talking to try and get through to him and he just breaks.
He doesn’t want to be treated, to let go of the hallucinations. Sobbing he tries to say that this might be the last time he’ll ever see his family and his home ever again and despite the confusion, the hollowness of knowing it’s not real, it was so nice to see it all again, hear it , and he just can’t let go of it.
How could they take him away from his only means of seeing the ones he loves again?
February 19, 1994, housewife Gloria Ramirez was taken to the emergency room of Riverside General Hospital. She was in the late stages of cervical cancer and extremely confused.
Doctors immediately began to medicate Ramirez. Nothing seemed to help, however, and her heart failed. Staff tried to restart it via a defibrillation machine; it was then that several of the nurses noticed her body was covered in an oily sheen. Some even said there was a fruity/garlic odor coming form her mouth. When Susan Kane, a registered nurse, tried to draw blood from Ramirez’s arm she noticed an ammonia-like scent coming from the tube the blood was in.
She handed this off to Julie Gorchynski, one of the residents who noticed strange particles floating in the blood. Shortly after that, Kane fainted and was taken out of the room. A few minutes later, Gorchynski felt nauseous and light-headed. She left the room and sat down, but after a coworker asked if she was okay Gorchynski fainted too. Meanwhile, in Ramirez’s room, another staff member passed out — Maureen Welch, a respiratory therapist.
Upon seeing all these people so apparently affected by Ramirez, everyone was told to evacuate the trauma room — and all the ER patients as well — to a parking lot outside the hospital. All that remained was a skeleton crew who worked on Ramirez until 8:50pm; 45 minutes of CPR and defibrillation couldn’t revive her, and she was pronounced dead. Cause of death: kidney failure.
Meanwhile, the staff members who had passed out weren’t doing so hot. Gorchynski was experiencing uncontrollable shaking and apnea. Welch couldn’t control her limbs. Kane complained of a burning face. Sally Balderas, a nurse who went back in the hospital to help isolate Ramirez’s body, began retching and also felt burning on her skin
After the strange case of Gloria Ramirez, the health department sent in two scientists to get to the bottom of things. Here’s the bizarre stuff they discovered:
– Of the 37 emergency room staff members, 23 of them experienced at least one symptom.
– High risk victims of the symptoms had worked within two feet of Ramirez and handled her IV lines.
– Women were more likely to experience symptoms than men.
– Their blood tests post-exposure came back normal.
The closest the scientists got to an answer was a theory that Ramirez had been using dimethyl sulfoxide (DMSO) as a home remedy for pain, mainly based on the garlic-like taste and the fact that it’s greasy (like Ramirez’s skin was.) They suggested the DMSO built up in her system due to urinary blockage from her failing kidneys.
However, many people doubt this theory (and it does seem to be reaching.) But with no other answers, the authors Hock and Seigel say “beyond this theory, no credible explanation has ever been offered for the strange case of Gloria Ramirez.
Creed’s litter brother Trace got another recertification for HRD lv3 as part of the MI SAR team! Trace belongs to the woman who reviewed Creed’s litter, and was Creed’s original picked owner before Creed failed his human remains exposure test. So Creed came to live with me, and Trace came to live with her instead. Together, they are the two only practical working dogs in the litter, with the rest being bitesport and show dogs.
Day 103. I combined two pretty things, photography and chemistry. I made a small lomography (double exposure) experiment with this picture and I really like it! Chromatography plates and my 38 test tubes.
Angsty Tomtord fic with slight Paultryk on the side.
WARNING! This fic contains: Foul language, torture scenes, blood, use
of medical tools, drug use, suicidal tendencies, self-neglect,
violence, self-harm, and a little bit of stockholm syndrome and force
feeding. Viewer discretion is advised.
Patryk wheeled Tom out the room, passing through the heavy metal door
and heading into a long corridor. Tom has his back pressed firmly
against the chair, unable to turn his head and look at the surroundings,
he just shifted his gaze around as far it could to observe. There are
other people around aside from just Tord and Patryk, it seems. Most of
them wore the same red and blue uniform, but once in a while Tom would
spot someone wearing a lab coat.
The entirety of the corridor is
painted a dull grey, with tiled black and white floor, many doors on
each side, and signs on every corner motioning to different areas of the
facility. The signs are red with white letters, and they didn’t seem to
have anything special. However, when Patryk turned a corner, Tom caught
sight of a sign on the opposite direction saying: “Test room.”
Tom stared at the sign a bit longer before it disappeared from his line of sight. Test room? Sounds interesting…
He thought. Tom kept a secret plan, well hidden in the back of his
mind. Since he’ll have to endure through whatever Tord decides to throw
at him, why not find out as much as he can in the process. Sure, he may
never get the opportunity to look around the facility on his own, but if
the chance ever arises…
Tom continued to be pushed through the
corridors by Patryk, still looking around the place for points of
interest. He spotted a sign at the very end of the corridor. This one
caught his eye because unlike most of the other ones, it wasn’t red and
white; it was black and dark gray instead and it read: “Morgue.”
Tom raised an eyebrow curiously. A morgue? Tord has one of those?
He wondered. Considering they are some kind of army, and most of them
are soldiers, it is to be expected there to be ones who don’t come back
from their missions. Well, breathing at least. Add that to the list.
He made sure to remember. Even though it would be obvious as to what he
might find in there, it was still necessary to check it out.
they turned another corner, Tom was faced with a set of metal double
doors. He tried to crane his neck up and look through the small, round
windows and peer inside, but the restraint on his neck kept him still.
The heavy doors were pushed open as Tom was wheeled in and he was met
January 29, 1951 Henrietta Lacks, a 31-year-old mother of five visited John’s Hopkins Hospital due to vaginal spotting. At Hopkin’s, the only hospital servicing African Americans, she was diagnosed with cervical cancer. The head of tissue culture, Dr. George Gey, stole a piece of her tissue without Henrietta’s knowledge or consent. Unfortunately, this was completely legal.
Dr. Gey referred to himself as the “world’s most famous vulture, feeding on human specimens almost constantly,” and if that’s not the most chilling thing a doctor has said I don’t know what is. When he stole Henrietta Lacks’s cells, he was researching tissue cultures and attempting to sustain them long enough to study. Because her cancer cells can divide indefinitely in culture, so long as they have a continuous supply of nutrients, they’re called “immortal cells.”
Henrietta’s cell line doubled every 24 hours and Dr. Gey sent these cells to cancer researchers across the world. In 1952, at the Tuskegee institute, Henrietta’s cells (HeLa cells) were being mass produced and eventually sold commercially. Due to these cells, there has and continues to be an enormous amount of medical advancement. The development of the polio vaccine, the first cloned cell, radiation exposure testing, cancer transmission testing (through injection into other patients, another terrible tragedy) and other advancements are owed to Henrietta Lacks. The sale of her cells boomed as a multi-million dollar industry.
The Lacks family meanwhile, had very little information about Henrietta’s cells. There were a few published articles out of the state of Virgina , where the Lacks’ family resides, but it’s speculated that Dr. Gey attempted to cover up the discovery of Henrietta Lacks’s identity by giving false information about her name. The family was poor and even struggled to cover the costs of their own healthcare. Although the story of Henrietta Lacks came out, to this day, the Lacks family hasn’t received a single cent of the profits made off of her cells.
As potential physicians and caregivers, I think we owe it to ourselves to be aware of the injustices the medical community has committed. I was informed of this by my biology teacher, and I felt compelled to share with all of you.
Please let me know if any of this information is incorrect!