The gate to the medical bay opened and the bright white light illuminated the hall. The group was welcomed by a service droid.
- " Shimamori Masahito, captain of the "Zuiryu". We need a full medical check-up on one of my crew members. Reason: exposure to hazardous conditions".
The robot staggered for a second with mechanical screeching and let the group pass.
The four walked into a sterile-white room with numerous medical devices, some familiar and some completely unknown. With an abrupt bell sound, a message appeared on the digital notification board: "Thank you for visiting Fort Wakkanai's medical bay. The doctors are now busy. Please, stand by and wait until a doctor attends you".
- "Waiting? Can't they have an automated procedure?". - Shimamori was growing impatient - "But perhaps attention of a human doctor is for the best".
All this time Shimamori looked as if in a hurry and had barely looked at Yuki while walking. Now that they were waiting for a medical attention, he turned to her and gave a forced smile. Even despite his political experience in faking emotions it was obvious he was nervous.
- "It surely did play with your emotions, Sinon-san. But worry not for now. I managed to resist it,y officers did too, although two soldiers aboard "Zuiryu" went catatonic. If we can resist it, so can you. Perhaps, some mental training will be in order... The medical examination will help us decide what to do next.".
Shimamori looked pensively around.
- "What happened there? Do you have any ideas how it got into your head? How it manipulated your emotions?"
