Isjidakawi was focused on staying alive. He checked over the initially reluctant and now well paid donors. He could collect the plasma and transfuse himself. Their antibodies might help to cure him. Both were very mildly ill so he reasoned they should have a good antibody count. He hoped. It might not work. The virus had been altered. But it was the only chance they had. If they lived long enough. They had no idea how much to use. The computer recommended 5ml. Due to the tampering, they doubled the dose and tripled it for those in the last stages. Isjidakawi had taken 25mls and gave the same amount to Tyrid and Lijfomid. He was in charge of the distribution and he alone knew how much was available. Keulfyd were not known for altruism.
Leaving his staff to divide up the plasma and treat the rest of the Keulfyd among the crew, Isjidakawi and Lijfomid turned their attention back to this morning’s newest threat. Tyrid went back to his bridge. It was his sleep time again but he couldn’t sleep. He hoped the antibodies would work. His bridge crew were among the first priority, then all the officers. The medical staff were all done. They said if they didn’t live everyone else wouldn’t. Tyrid had told them they wouldn’t last long if the bridge crew lost consciousness and the ship crashed. It wouldn’t, of course. It was on autopilot, which they probably knew.