<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#87ceeb">Doctor Sonakshi Khan</span><br/>Bay<br/>Midwatch<br/>Tagged: Donovan.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/><br/>A bad one.<br/><br/>That was the first thing it crossed her mind as she looked at Donovan's face on the bay. The man held his privacy as dearly as his utensils of pain and death, but they had been on the ship enough as to have more than one chance to talk things. Sonakshi didn't know everything, maybe even Donovan didn't know it all about himself, but after patching a wound or two, something that happened to people with Donovan's lifestyle even if when they were as good at it as him, she knew enough. Whatever happened with Donovan that made him well, unstable, had its good and bad moments, and he looked straight out a bad one. Trying to get him to talk about it or even suggesting that he could sit this one out was both impossible and irresponsible, so the best she could do was to keep him busy, and the task would certainly require him to get busy.<br/><br/>After all, both Donovan and her shared a kind of a common goal, an unspoken agreement, a mutual understanding. They loved the St. Anne, and would go great lengths to protect its captain, the ship and the rest of the crew, probably in that order. That included, sometimes but not often, acting as a buffer of sorts between the things that was better if the captain didn't know and Iona herself. Sonakshi didn't know the numbers, but she was aware of the rigging and transportation costs of those sad sacks of sheep, and things could get tight if expenditure wasn't controlled. After all, the captain had left it quite clear, she had to look for the best deal possible and separate want from need. One thing was being practical, but if Iona had made those remarks, Sonakshi took to heart that they needed to stretch their money as much as possible.<br/><br/>"We need anesthetics, painkillers too if we can afford the price" she said, pinching the bridge of her nose, juggling keeping Iona out of trouble, their possible monetary trouble, the need for medicine and Donovan's capability for violence. "I'm starting to suspect that the sheep business wasn't as profitable as expected, so we'll need to get the merchandise we need for cheap. And if happens to be unclean, not exactly legal, Iona can't know" she added, seeing the lights on the bay terminal go from red to green. A tired man driving an old shuttle was there, looking bored as hell he pointed them to his ship. Sure, making trips around the station probably wasn't the most exciting job around, and it was poorly paid, that much she knew as she was the one paying for it, but at least it was safe.<br/><br/>That tin can was functional, at it was as much as could be said of it, since it was the most bland mean of transportation ever made, a nondescript grey box with the barely minimum to make it work. Reaching the station was more welcomed than usual, as the life support on the shuttle made the air taste like a sweaty ass, and not in any remotely good or enticing way, Sonakshi was sure of that. "As I was saying" she continued after paying the fare, out of earshot. "We could use any discount we can get, for the sake of the St. Anne, so we can hit the official suppliers first, but I have no hope of their prices being anything near reasonable" she said.<br/><br/>The visit to the various medical suppliers of the station was brief, and not even the pride that came with being right offered any consolation, as the prices would mean that the only prudent expenditure was getting them a few anesthetics doses and not much else. "It's time to go to the... ahem, alternative market" she admitted to Donovan. The wonderful thing about the world of drugs was that with a doctor on board you could make wonders, specially when you had an unorthodox one like Dr. Khan. Sure, her patients may, just may, end up with secondary effects that ranged from a bit of a hangover to a few hours of seeing blue pixies floating around, but that was the price of using custom made mixtures of recreational drugs as anesthetics.