Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170421205142/@comment-5543592-20170423211113

O'Connell checked his pulse through his chest, and then his breathing by pressing the stethoscope against his back, underneath his shirt. Once done, she stepped back, frowning slightly.

"I'm going to give you some penicillin." She decided. "It's what they used to get rid of strep throat in the old world.  It's going to fight the strep throat, and prolong your life.  But bacteria's built up resistance to two hundred year old antibiotics.  Either the penicillin's going to work and kill the illness, or it'll fail and you'll die.  It's a crap shoot, fifty-fifty.  I'm sorry I can't do more, but I'm not equipped to deal with illnesses like this.  Hell, as I said, no one's supposed to get strep throat anymore.  How this Kheiro got a sample of it is beyond me."