<strong>Brady wondering what the hell’s happening</strong><br/><br/>With a bit of shock, Brady felt Lieutenant Tosh’s hand on his cheek. He instinctively leaned into it and then blushed. The young…younger even still…nurse nearly giggled.<br/><br/><em>"Brady, when you get done with Lieutenant Tosh," she said, giving the weapons officer a sweet smile.  "Can you do some preliminary diagnostics on Lieutenant Lugus, please?"  Although it was a question, the tone of her voice left no room for dispute as she turned back around to McGalleon.  "Do you know of anyone else on the ship that this has affected?"</em><br/><br/>Brady moved back as the Chief Medical Officer spoke. “Of course Doctor.” He backed up further. “Lieutenant, please contact me if you need anything else.” Brady grabbed the hypospray he dropped and a medical tricorder, heading to the quarantine chamber.<br/><br/>He heard the Captain’s voice over the comm link to the Chief Security and Medical Officers. Before leaving main sickbay, Brady looked back to Tosh and smiled.<br/><br/>The chamber was a room similar to a cell in the brig. It was fully encased in a protective containment field. Inside the room Lieutenant Lugus was in a stasis field. The stasis, however, had not stopped the de-aging process the Vulcan seemed to be experiencing. “Computer, activate a quarantine field around the stasis field.” The light flashing signified the engagement of the field. He tapped the console next to the shield wall. The shield responded by dropping.<br/><br/>Brady moved to the Lieutenant’s side and read the computer panel. The Vulcan’s vitals didn’t look good. He was regressing at a rapid rate and his body couldn’t keep up. Basically the body before the nurse was just a husk.<br/>