# Eyes part 1. chapter 20

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Chakwas takes measurements from the Turian and the Asari and sends them to the women's quarters. Tailoring for Saren and Benezia. Delivery of clothes by girls to the medical bay.

Chapter 20. tailoring for Saren and Benezia.

Half an hour later, Benezia opens her eyes. Chakwas leans over her:

"How did you sleep, Benezia?"

"Thank you," the matriarch whispers. "It's been a long time since I've slept so deeply. When I was... not me... such a dream was for me an impossible happiness or... an unacceptable luxury. He," The matriarch squinted at Saren's bed, "are you awake?"

"Yes. I talked to him. He's fine, stable."

"And..."

"He really wants to apologize to you, Benezia. He understands that he was wrong about you in many ways," Chakvas said.

"It wasn't him. It was controlled by either a Reaper or a Reaper pilot. So that... I'm even a little surprised that he wants to apologize," the matriarch replied.

"He's a man, Benezia. And for men, it is often customary to act this way in some cases, regardless of race. If they feel that they are wrong, then many of them consider it necessary to apologize clearly, clearly and openly. Especially if the recipient of the apology is a lady." Chakwas did not use the word "woman" and the matriarch liked it.

"Among us, among the Asari... there are many who share the view that we are not "it". Not asexual, in other words," said the eldest T'Soni.

"A social role, Benezia is not a gender. More precisely, it is determined not only by gender. Among us humans, too, many women do not give birth even once during their lives, but, nevertheless, none of the people cease to consider them women. The right to have a child and the right not to have a child is, first of all, the right of choice for every earthly woman. It is strictly individual and rarely when society or the state directly and harshly demands that a woman fulfill her function as a continuer of the human race in a compulsory manner," Karin said.

"You..." the matriarch began cautiously.

"I'm not married. More precisely, as many of my friends say, I am married to my job," Chakvas grinned. "But it doesn't bother me or the people around me. I am still a woman and I am treated accordingly. They take care of, help, provide, insure, protect."

"You and yourself... As a doctor," the matriarch clarified."

"And this is also present," Karin did not deny. "For my part, I also take care, insure and protect. Both women and men. Of any age and any social status."

"You, Karin, have a... heartfelt interest... in the commander of this frigate," Benezia said.

"Yes," Chakwas sighed. She was beginning to like the insight and experience of the matriarch patient more and more. "You're right. But for now... we are only good, albeit close, acquaintances. David Anderson does not put pressure on me, does not rush to fulfill the standard scenario - engagement, wedding, family, household, children. All this will happen, but now..." After being silent for a few seconds, Chakwas said, "Too much has changed, Benezia, after our ship and crew had to shoot at the Reaper.... I'm afraid that the wedding and everything else... is now being pushed back into the very distant future.

"You have..." the matriarch continued to question.

"There is also a sense of impending disaster, Benezia. A war with such machines. Blood, pain, death. This war... I feel it very acutely now, it will start very soon and it will be... difficult and prolonged. The outcome of this war is now to be predicted..."

"I wouldn't take it. There will be no prisoners in this war, Karin," the matriarch whispered.

"Yes. If indoctrination is used there... there really won't be any prisoners." Chakwas agreed. "The choice will be either enemy or friend. There won't be anything average like prisoners of war or civilian prisoners anymore. There is no sense of preserving the prospect of a reasonable organic changing its position, returning to its former position-status." the doctor put it a little flowerily.

"Then... How and why me and him" a glance towards Saren's bed, which was covered by a screen "Are you back to normal?"

"How - I'm unlikely to be able to answer this question accurately and fully, Beneziya" Chakwas said. "And why ... until the war in the Galaxy began, and I personally have almost no doubt that it will be a galactic war now, by this moment, we, intelligent organics, who are now living, can still choose. And then, when the war with the Reapers, with ships like these, begins... then there will only be an "either-or" choice. Either we defeat the Reapers, or the Reapers defeat us."

"You're right, Karin," the matriarch replied after a pause. "I, Asari, as you people often say, am elderly, but... I don't know the human race well. We are a long-lived race, you are a short-lived one. According to our common racial opinion, there are too many differences between us. But now, most likely, the time is coming when these differences will have to be overcome."

"That's right, Benezia." Chakwas did not nod her head, but Asari clearly understood that the interlocutor really agreed with the expressed opinion.

"It's amazing," Asari listened to her feelings. "I feel... rejuvenated."

"It's quite possible, Benezia," Chakvas said.

"I am... very pleased that the first person I saw after returning to a normal... state was you, an earthly woman. I do not know how I would react if the first person I saw, for example, was Saren, who returned from "there.""

"We earthlings usually have a woman as a doctor in most cases. For many reasons. Sensitivity, emotionality, tenderness, the ability to empathize, and so on," Chakwas said softly. "That's why most of the medics on warships are women. While most warriors are, of course, men."

"And the one who carried me out of the Reaper on himself... Can you tell me more about him, Karin?"

"I can." Chakwas briefly told Asari about Shepard. The matriarch listened attentively, often closing her eyes briefly in agreement, enjoying the peace and the fact that she was now in complete control of herself, in sole control of both her body and her mind.


"That's the way he is from my point of view, Benezia. John Shepard, Commander of the Special Forces of the Airborne Forces of the Alliance of Systems" I finished my story about XO Chakvas.

"I understand that I'm supposed to be a difficult patient, but can I see his portrait again?"

"Why not?" Chakwas turned one of the medical screens toward Asari. "Look," she typed in a code on her instrument and handed Benezia a small remote control. "Screen control," the doctor explained.

"Yes... I'm used to it. It is necessary... to develop fingers" The matriarch said softly.

Chakwas nodded, moving away from the bed - she sensed that Asari wanted to be alone.

For some reason, Shepard interested her, and Karin suddenly realized that the matriarch... had fallen in love, or rather, had fallen in love with this man. It is quite common after a reasonable organic, risking himself, saved another intelligent organic's life, body, and soul."


Sitting down in her desk chair and turning on the drone, Chakwas already understood: yes, Benezia fell in love with Shepard. A woman can always feel that another woman has fallen in love with a man. That's what nature wanted, that's what evolution ordered. Yes, in her story, Karin specifically drew Benezia's attention to the fact that Shepard loves a girl named Dana and is likely to become her husband and main friend in the future. But would that have been able to stop the Asari matriarch?

Shepard is young, but he is far from young. He has a lot of life experience, and if the Asari matriarch fell in love with him, it means that he is truly unusual, valuable, and important not only to Dana, but also to many other intelligent organics. John risked his essence and his life, pulling the Asari and the Turian out of near-oblivion, so it's not surprising that Benezia wants to repay the debt to his savior. If only she, the frigate's doctor, knew how Saren Arterius would react to Shepard's role in his fate....

Yes, Karin remembered that Benezia was married to Ethita, but... for Azari, as the doctor also understood, such formalities never had a decisive role.

Etita, the Rebellious Matriarch, was absorbed in social activities, so now she rarely and briefly visited Benezia, Liara has not communicated with her mother for fifty years, and she knows for sure about her father, perhaps, only that he is an Asari. Benezia prefers to keep silent about the rest, even when communicating with her own daughter, for reasons she knows exactly and fully.

So if matriarch Benezia T'Soni fell in love with Shepard, then only the two of them can choose how to live their lives. Adults are reasonable, they will figure it out and decide for themselves. - Chakwas thought as she delved into the tabulated and schematized patient monitoring indicators.


The consoles above the doctor's desk clearly indicated that both patients in the Medical Bay were recovering. While Chakwas was filling out the medical forms, she had time to think that for the crew and crew of the frigate Normandy, the confrontation with the Reapers, marking the end of another Cycle, had already begun, had already moved from the field of perspective to the field of reality. Perhaps many Normans already believed that peacetime was over and now it was the turn of wartime. Conventions of perception and understanding...

Yes, the Reaper managed to stop the theft of another Prothean Lighthouse, now this Lighthouse can actually be handed over to the Citadel Council. Karin disapproved of the Councilors' policies on many issues, but she recognized that for the sake of good neighborliness, one could go to the lengths of putting such a valuable artifact in the hands of the Council. And then, of course, specialists, researchers, and scientists will deal with it. Although Chakvas, with the cynicism characteristic of doctors, also assumed that the Lighthouse could be locked in some kind of storage, later simply forgotten. Forgotten for a long time.

Against the background of the collision of the prototype Earth ship with the Reaper, such a prospect no longer seemed unacceptable or impossible: it is unlikely that intelligent organics who inhabited the explored part of the galaxy, now, in the pre-war period, would have enough credits and other resources to dig properly into the depths of this artifact, which, meanwhile, many knowledgeable intelligent organics they called it one of the crowns of Prothean technology.

If Asari was calm, or more precisely, more or less calm about the fact that she was completely naked under a blanket draped over a light wire frame, then Chakwas' attentive gaze did not hide the embarrassment of the Turian. These bird-faced, bony creatures were well versed in matters of gender and had ingrained ideas about what was acceptable and unacceptable in this area. Chakwas saw Saren tense up. It was probably uncomfortable for him to lie naked even in front of a doctor. A man, even if he's an alien.

The shyness indicated by the Turian, who had barely regained consciousness, prompted Chakwas to think about an early solution to the problem of clothing for the patients of the medical bay. Underwear, light clothes, overalls.

Karin did not want to contact the local residents of Eden Prime: the situation around the Reaper lying nearby was too tense and unclear, so such a request would have caused misunderstanding rather than a desire to really help.


Turning on her second laptop, Chakwas called up a list of crew members who could make minimal sets of clothes for unexpected patients in the frigate Cruiser's Medical Bay - in the tradition of the Alliance intelligence fleet, there was a desire for self-sufficiency in most cases.

Of course, one could argue how complete such self-sufficiency was compared to a similar desire, characteristic, for example, of the same imperial Russians, but still such an opportunity should not be ignored.

The ship's VI did not disappoint: a second later, the frigate's doctor had a detailed list in front of her. After fiddling with it, Karin left only five lines on the screen and sent each of these crew members a package of files prepared in advance with a request. The Turian and the Asari were fast asleep, and the diagnostic system showed no signs of deterioration, so they could safely wait for an answer.


Chakwas was used to being alone in her Sick Bay for long periods. To some extent, she agreed with the fact that many Normandieans considered her a "recluse of the Medical Bay," but at the same time she felt and understood that all the inhabitants of the prototype frigate knew that the Medical Bay was a special territory, it was not a place for idle conversations or for an unmotivated stay.

Like most normal, more or less healthy people, the crew of the ship did not feel much desire to become patients or even visitors to the Medical Bay - Karin was used to the fact that she had to force the Normans to undergo regular medical examinations and medical checks, take control tests and samples, and comply with dozens of medical recommendations.

Yes, the Normandy seems to be a warship, but it is also a reconnaissance ship, and among intelligence officers they do not respect soldiering, pacing and respect for honor beyond the minimum necessary limits. Simply put, Karin, of course, could "build" any Norman by virtue of her rank and position, but she rarely used this opportunity - she preferred to persuade and convince, which she could and wanted to do only very effectively.

She didn't want to break the silence of her Medical Bay, so she didn't use any audio or video channels, just sent files and a short text explanation letter. Perhaps, during the few days of the flight, not all Normandians got used to this method of communication with the chief physician of the Medical Bay, but the appearance of Shepard, the attack on the Reaper and the fact that Normandie is still on Eden Prime and this stay is completely out of the bounds of most templates in many ways, gave the Normandians reasons to somewhattake a different look at the situation as a whole and its components.

Few of the inhabitants of the frigate ignored the news of the appearance of intelligent aliens on board the reconnaissance frigate, who found themselves in a difficult situation and were therefore placed in the Medical Bay. Almost all crew members understood: in such a situation, it is very likely that clothes and underwear, shoes, hats, after all the manipulations that are common when a reasonable organic is admitted to a medical facility, especially if this organic was admitted there "by ambulance", will be unsuitable for further use.

Therefore, it was necessary to resolve as soon as possible the issue of replacing the damaged wardrobe with something minimally acceptable, preferably new, never used.

Chakwas knew that not all Normandians were calm and friendly about the fact that they now had to endure the presence of two other aliens on board the Earth ship, in addition to the Turian Nilus Kraik. Although three decades have passed, it used to be when the majority of earthlings lived no more than seventy or eighty years, it was considered a long and even huge period, and now, when the average human life expectancy has reached one hundred and fifty years, including thanks to the achievements of medicine- this period was considered very short. Moreover, not everyone always knew exactly and clearly about their xenophobia and its scale. Most often, its manifestation required a collision with aliens of many races - a simple peaceful meeting or ... or a fight. The inertia of people's thinking and activity did not disappear anywhere. Thinking about it, Karin had no doubt that the permanent inhabitants of the frigate would now have to get used to the presence of aliens on board and Nilus Kraik, as well as Saren Arterius and Benezia T'Sony is only the first non-racial reasonable people who can get a permanent residence permit on the Normandy.

Chakwas doubted that Benezia would receive such a permanent residence permit: Azari was a civilian through. But Saren Arterius is another matter. He's a predator, he's a warrior, he's a Spectre, and he's Nihlus Kraik's mentor. Yes, I had to remind Kraik harshly of who he is on board, but now the recovering and growing Saren Arterius, who directly owes his life and personal integrity to the same Shepard, will take care of him. It is customary for Turians to appreciate and even love such reasonable people - not every organic person got the opportunity to really save a Turian's life.

***

Caroline Grenado- a maintenance engineer, threw up her hands when the text of a letter from Karin appeared on the desktop instrument screen. The gesture did not go unnoticed and a ring immediately formed around the desktop - the women, of course, knew how emotional Caroline could be, but they were clearly interested in such a reaction.

Several pairs of eyes read the short message. Karolina sent the text of the letter and its appendices to her friends' instruments, they opened the screens and, sitting down on chairs and bunks, began to read attentively. The letters and additions sent by Chakvas did not go to the instrumentron archives: the ladies began to study their contents.

"We need to help them," said Monica Hegulesko, an electronic equipment technician. "I remember that the quartermaster had something among his supplies...."

"You're right." Sergeant Amina Vaaberi, the only female soldier from the police contingent, answered, looking up from the screen. "we dealt with Turians, helped them adjust their shape to our earthly human standards." The woman's fingers ran over the keyboard of the omny-tool. I still have the materials. I am sending copies to all of you. Let's think."

"We must not only think, we must act." Mandira Rahman, the ship's propulsion systems operator, said thoughtfully. "I understand that we all, including subconsciously, clung to the opportunity to help a Turian dress up. He's a man, and for us women, whatever you say, he's attractive, but we can't forget about Asari either."

"Turians live about as long as we humans do," Elena M'lavi countered "therefore, it is easy for us, earthlings, to communicate with them, despite the acute and, what is there to hide, especially the bitter memory of the conflict of the First Contact. But with an Asari, and even a matriarch... a member of the Matriarchy. I am very cautious about politicians, but anyway, Benezia is a politician. So she can be very insincere. I don't like politicians, and especially insincere ones! Therefore, it is likely that I will focus on helping the Turian. And the Azari... No, I still can't overcome my ingrained negative attitude towards aliens like her.

"Then I'll take it upon myself to provide Asari with all the necessary wardrobe." Amina Vaaberi, got up from her chair. "You girls are too cruel. If I understood correctly, Benezia fell under the pressure of indoctrination, almost becoming a complete "irretrievable" husk. Such an impact greatly changes a reasonable organic. If it wasn't for Captain Shepard, we would have two husk's belonging to different races on board. And thanks to the dedication of the XO, as far as I could understand from Karin's message, we received quite adequate passengers. If you look into the archives of the ship, you can find out, friends, that Benezia is a mother, she has an only daughter, whom she gave birth to shortly before the moment when pregnancy and childbirth would have become very problematic. And she hasn't talked to her daughter in fifty years, friends. Fifty years! A third of our lives! I have no doubt that now the Asari matriarch will want to restore relations with her daughter on a normative scale. And we have to help her make this reunion happen. She wasn't born a politician, friends. She was born an Asari, capable of generating life!"

"We understand that you have made a decision," Monica turned to her. And I'll say this. While we are with the defeated Reaper, on a completely comfortable and equipped planet inhabited by intelligent organics, we have time to do something useful. Therefore, I suggest that we do not divide our passengers by race and help them both. Through collective efforts. Let's take a look at the situation, see the supplies at the quartermaster of the ship. By the way, girls, now this is a normal man, and not the former "creature", which, in my opinion, is unworthy of being called a man. I think the current supplier will not refuse to help us. I am also sure that the commander of the ship will help."

"Let's get to work, colleagues," Caroline supported her friend.


The forecastle, traditionally considered female on board a small ship, was soon empty - the women and girls, after a brief consultation, went into the hold, into the possession of the quartermaster-policeman. A quarter of an hour later, its inhabitants gathered around the table with the instrumentation again, laying out the bundles they had brought. While Monica was writing Karin's answer, typing it on the keyboard of her wrist instrument, the other ladies began to print out the "appendices" on plastic-paper sheets - Chakwas sent the exact body sizes of the Asari and Turian in separate files, so it was quite possible to do without the fittings.

"This is a challenge, girls," Elena said, bending over a piece of cloth with a heat cutter in her hand. "For me, anyway. I rarely sewed anything without trying it on."

"Don't go on, Lena. Together, we will figure out everything in the best possible way." Monica answered.

***

After receiving a response from her friends, Chakwas relaxed with satisfaction, leaning back in her desk chair and resting her head on the headrest. Now the problem with clothes for patients has started to be solved practically.

After looking at the indicators of the Asari and Turian's condition, the ship's doctor made sure that everything was in order - the recovery was being carried out normally. After thinking about it, she got up from her chair, went to Asari's bed, extended her sleep for a few more hours with a slight hypnotic effect, simultaneously conducting a traditional manual examination of the convalescent.

Approaching the bed where the Turian was sleeping, the doctor made sure that he was already sleeping soundly and did not need additional stimulation of sound sleep. Even if he wakes up first in a few hours, there will be no problem - he already knows that Azari is recovering and so far has shown no desire to grab her by the throat again or otherwise encroach on her health and safety. Nevertheless, Shepard thoroughly cleansed their psychosphere: who better than a doctor, an expert in the treatment of aliens was well aware of how important the correctness and accuracy of the primary therapeutic effect on the patient was. And the XO carried out this effect - not on the body, but on the souls of the patients - superprofessionally.

Thinking about how well and fundamentally the current XO of the Normandy had been taught many tricks by the Academy's mentors, Chakwas returned to her desk, settled into her chair, and, standing still, prepared to wait. It was not the first time she had been on duty to remain almost completely motionless. Of course, in an hour we will have to carry out another audit of medicines and equipment, but this is routine daily work.

Yes, a lot has changed on the prototype frigate. More recently, Karin sincerely believed that her craving for a solitary stay in the Medical Bay was a way to overcome the consequences of a confrontation with several members of the crew of the Normandy. She didn't want to use combat hypnosis, and she didn't want to show her abilities, which were available to her as a high-class medic. Therefore, in order to avoid the extreme aggravation of the next situation, I had to return to the medical bay. After all, she was only a doctor on board, not a commander or executive officer.

Anderson understood her, covered for her, and sometimes rebuked the Frigates who wanted to take out their irritation on the medic. Karin could sense how much David disliked everything connected with the absence of the first mate on the ship. It was only after a short stay at the Arcturus, when Captain Shepard stepped on board, that Anderson was able to calm down. Up to this point, David had often had to put the Normans off - not everyone liked life, where there were many more questions than answers to them. And then there's this Naylus with his "lordship"...

After eating an army ration-there was no desire to go to the makeshift frigate canteen, and there was no desire to just leave the Medical Bay-Chakwas once again scanned the patient status indicators, made sure that everything was more or less stable and there were no signs of deterioration, then she got up, went first to Azari's bed, then- She went to the Turian's bed, made quick manual checks, calmed down, and returned to her desk.

Leaning her hands on the countertop, Chakwas read from the desktop instrument screen another information message file about what was happening at the site of unexpected and immediately completely classified excavations.

The doctor knew that a convoy of equipment belonging to the archaeologists who had previously discovered the Lighthouse had been sent to the excavation site, she knew that Shepard had also flown there, and now she was reading with interest another, albeit very short, message from the scene.

She realized more and more keenly that Shepard loved her. He loves her like a woman. But at the same time, he did not put pressure on her, did not pursue her, did not seek to satisfy only his eternal male desires. He, who felt Chakvas no less keenly, loves her primarily as an independent, self-valuable person.

It so happens that fate gives the same person the opportunity to simultaneously experience love not for one, but for several women. And it's not always in the best interests of Choice. And in order, among other things, to understand whether this person is solid, whether he is strong in spirit, whether he is able to keep within the necessary limits. And Shepard, as Karin now reasonably believed, was able to keep within bounds. He knew, felt, saw that Chakwas was not indifferent to Anderson, that she gave preference to the commander of the ship and found it normative and usual, and therefore did not interfere in the situation, keeping enough distance between himself and Karin so as not to cause anxiety and inconvenience to either her or David.

Karin couldn't deny that she also made Shepard stand out from other Normandy men. He was unusual. And what she witnessed here in the Medical Bay only confirmed this strangeness with all certainty. With the arrival of John Shepard on board the ship, a lot has changed. Qualitatively, not just quantitatively.

If it weren't for these changes... There would have been a lot more patients in the Infirmary. Severe patients. An easy, unencumbered trip to Eden Prime would have turned into beating up a frigate with a Reaper, and then... Even with all her medical cynicism, Karin could hardly imagine, overcoming fear, horror, indignation, what kind of destruction a guest Reaper from the past could cause to Eden Prime. The Reaper, which almost all the sentients who now inhabited the Galaxy, its explored part, preferred to think of as something distant and therefore not dangerous at all. Yes, Chakwas had heard Normandy talk that Shepard had presented Anderson with evidence that the Reaper was heading to Eden Prime. He goes in disguise, but no one tries to detain him or stop him or destroy him.

Now the Reaper is immobilized, he is quiet and seems to have even submitted to his unenviable fate of being defeated, but for some reason it seems to her, Karin Chakvas, that Shepard will definitely pay attention to him, this ship, in the near future. Now the ship's doctor did not believe, did not want to believe that the frigate would have to just fly away from the planet, leaving this terrible powerful ship on its surface. A superdreadnought according to most of the classifications that exist among intelligent organics.

***

There was a lot of work going on in the women's quarters. Taking advantage of the fact that the number of watches on the ship was reduced to a minimum when parked on a developed planet, the women engaged in a pleasant and useful business - sewing numerous wardrobe items for the patients of the Medical Bay.

Behind the tightly closed door of the forecastle, an endless conversation continued about what had happened over the past few hours. The underwear for the Asari and Turian had already been sewn, and now lightweight outerwear was being created, including overalls.

"Who will go to Karin?" Carolyn asked, pressing the pedal of the sewing machine and pushing the fabric under the needle holder with her fingers. "She will not tolerate crowds in her domain, and our crowd of patients can and most likely will strain quite really and strongly."

"I'll go," Elena said.

"And me," Monica said, removing another stitched piece of overalls from under the needle holder. "We would be glad if you, Kara, would come with us."

"Agreed," grinned Grenado. "I think we can do it in an hour. Mandira, send Kareen the information that we will be there soon."

"I did," Rahman replied, packing the laundry into separate bags. "Karin will check it out, of course, but I think they'll both like these things. You'll like them."

***

After receiving information from her friends that the work was nearing completion, Chakwas once again personally monitored the patients' condition. Everything was in order: both the Turian and the Asari were on their way to a fully guaranteed recovery, and there was nothing to indicate any problems or dangers.

Returning to the table, Karin didn't even notice how she smiled - she liked to realize that by joining forces, she and Shepard had performed a real miracle: none of the doctors could claim now that he had managed to return a reasonable organic from the husk state to normal, but she and John had succeeded in full, as the results of the inspection and the results of constant automatic instrument monitoring testified to the measure.

The consciousness of a job well done warmed Karin's soul. The ship's doctor quietly and calmly sank into a chair, feeling new strength appear and the very essence speaks of readiness for real medical work. Chakwas had no doubt that the crew of the frigate now had battles ahead of them, combining into what people usually call "war." This means that she, the doctor, will have to show in practice what she has been preparing for all this peacetime. She will have to pull out many Normandians and, as it turned out, not only Normandians, from behind the Edge, to move them away from this deathly flickering line, beyond which there is nothingness.

The flashing call signal did not take Chakwas by surprise - for a long time she had learned to determine with maximum accuracy the moment when one of the Normans appeared at the door of the Medical Bay. Getting up from her chair, Karin went to the door, dialed the code, and let Karolin, Elena, and Monica inside, loaded with bags of clothes.

Glancing at the white screens separating the chief physician's office from the beds, the guests, trying to maintain almost complete silence, unloaded packages onto empty chairs and onto one of the unoccupied work tables. Chakwas, mindful of the Turian's keen hearing, silently, with stingy gestures ordered the women to put together two groups of packages. Only then did she pull back the screens, allowing her friends to see the patients.

A few minutes later, packages appear on stools next to the beds, and the guests, having closed the curtains of the screens, return to the head doctor's desk. Chakwas thanks his friends with a slight bow, they head for the exit, and soon a signal flashes on the console above the table to lock the door of the Medical Bay.

***

Of course, Chakwas looked through the contents of the bags and checked the safety of fabrics and accessories with the help of devices. She was completely satisfied with the results of the inspection and inspection: her friends had done a great job, it was noticeable that the clothes and underwear were sewn with love, high quality and from the best materials currently available on board the ship.

Realizing that she had to turn to a new supplier, Karin smiled with her lips, remembering that now this post is occupied by a very worthy Norman. It could be said with certainty that the women of the ship were helped by the men of the ship, because the supply ship became an informal center of attraction for the crew of the frigate.

Since hypnotic effects did not allow patients to wake up on their own, Chakwas went behind the screen, conducted repeated examinations and familiarized herself with the machine protocols for monitoring the condition, making sure that now both the Turian and the Asari were sleeping a completely natural sleep without the slightest traces of hypnotic blockages. She rarely used hypnosis in her practice, but she was calm about the fact that she was considered one of the best medical specialists in this field.

After walking through the Medical Bay, Karin carried out a random control inventory and entered the enclosure occupied by the Turian at the moment when Saren opened his eyes.

"Doctor?" said the Turian, turning his head to her. "What are these packages?"

"Your clothes, Saren," Karin replied, conducting a quick manual examination and noting that the patient was quite comfortable with his role and his position.

"Is it new?" Arterius sounded genuinely interested. "From where?"

"While we're hanging next to the Reaper, the ship's crew have a little more free time. The women and girls decided to help and sewed clothes and underwear for you."

"And for her?" The Turian glanced at the screen behind which the Asari's bed was located.

Karin nodded in the affirmative. "It looks like he's already starting to genuinely care about Asari." the doctor thought. "Probably, he also holds the opinion that an apology should be effective, active, and not just put into words."

"I did not know... That's how you humans do it," the Turian said respectfully.

"It is customary for us to help those in trouble to return to their normal state," Karin clarified. "Saren, have you recovered enough to sit up in bed and familiarize yourself with the contents of the packages", the doctor clarified without a smile, seeing how the Turian quickly took advantage of the permission given to him and, sitting with his back to Chakwas, was already fiddling with the jumpsuit he had taken out of the bag.

"This it..." Arterius gasped in surprise, turning around. "Hand-stitched?"

Chakwas nodded silently.