Price, please get Ma Belka making some tea and such Marie, if you'd help with Alys?" Wally, would you like an Armsman to help you?" Waleska has to make a few calls, and I've got to call Gregor and Miles. Ivan looked at his mother now frail and weak "I think we should leave the Doctor to his final duties let's go to the library and have some tea. He seemed to be seeing you, Alys, at the end. "He passed easily, quietly I think he was trying to smile, at the last. The others in the room stood quietly Lady Marie moved to hug Alys and Ivan each silent, except for tears. Wally looked at the Count, who was holding his mother, Lady Vorillyan, in a hug. "I'm sorry, Lady Alys, Count, Marie Simon's gone." Dr. The records from the monitor were quickly absorbed into the tablet, to complete the initial record. Waleska stepped away from the bed, placing the datatab on the access panel of the medical monitor. No living relatives except his wife, Lady Alys Vorinnis Vorpatril Vorillyan, still living.Īdding last day's monitor record to this report. Probable cause of death, Stroke caused by a fall, cardiac arrest, complicated by renal insufficiency. EEG shows no activity, including the alpha rhythm. No pulse, no unassisted breathing, eyes fixed and unresponsive to light. Time of death, oh-two-thirty-three hours, Vorbarr Central standard time. White male Caucasian, of Greek extraction. Waleska pulled his datatab from his coat pocket, he set it to record. Dr.Waleska straightened, putting his exam light back into a pocket.ĭr. Simon's eyes didn't change when light was flashed on them. No sound from the heart from the stethoscope's pickup. No pulse on the carotid, nor on the wrist. Waleska reached to a switch, the chest stopped moving. Only the chest moved, as the respirator drove pulses of air into the lungs.ĭr. The smile on the face was disappearing as the muscles went slack. The lines for brain activity were going quiet. The monitor said there wasn't one, the line was flat. It's like I'm under a grav pad set for 10 gees.ĭr. I haven't been this cold since I first visited Kyril Island, delivering a shipment of crated comm gear.
Someone, please turn up the electric blanket.