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White, James – Sector General 05 – Sector General

mind belonged to a Cinrusskin, a mem­ber of a species acknowledged to be the

most sensitive and sympathetic intelligent life-form known to the Federation who

was regarding a brother in extreme distress while the Earth-human half was

feeling for a friend in the same condition, and it was difficult to be cool and

clinical for both of them.

“I’m sorry,” he said inadequately.

“I know you are, friend Conway,” Prilicla said, turning toward him. “You should

not have taken that tape.”

“He was warned,” O’Mara said gruffly, but his expression showed concern.

Conway was a member of an empathic race. All the mem­ories and experience of his

GLNO life were those of a normally healthy and happy empath, but now he was no

longer an em­path. He could see, hear, and touch Prilicla, but the faculty was

missing which enabled him to share the other’s emotions and which subtly colored

every word, gesture, and expression so that for two Cinrusskins to be within

visual range was un­alloyed pleasure for both. He could remember experiencing

empathic contact, remember having the ability all his life, but now he was

little more than a deaf-mute. What he was feeling from Prilicla so strongly was

a product of his imagination: It was sympathy, not empathy.

His human brain did not possess the empathic faculty, and it was not bestowed by

filling his mind with memories of having had it. But there were other memories

as well, covering a lifetime’s experience of Cinrusskin clinical physiology, and

these he could, use.

“If you don’t mind, Doctor Prilicla,” Conway said with cool formality, “I would

like to examine you.”

“Of course, friend Conway.” Prilicla’s uncontrollable shak­ing had diminished to

a steady, continuous trembling, an in­dication that Conway’s emotional radiation

was under control. “There are more symptoms, Doctor, which are causing severe

discomfort.”

“I can see that,” Conway said as he gently moved aside one of the incredibly

fragile wings to place his scanner against the empath’s thorax. “Describe them,

please.”

In the two hours since Conway had last seen it, Prilicla had changed in ways

which were individually subtle but cumula­tively marked. There was a strange

lack of animation and con­centration in the large, triple-lidded eyes; the

delicate structure which supported the wing membranes had softened and warped so

that the translucent and iridescent membrane had fallen into unsightly folds and

wrinkles; its four tiny, wonderfully precise manipulators, which should one day

make it one of the finest surgeons in the hospital, were quivering in spite of

being gripped tightly together, and the overall aspect was of a GLNO who was old

and grievously ill.

While Conway continued the examination, the Cinrusskin part of his mind shared

his bafflement at the findings and described symptoms. They were both sure, and

in this their agreement was based on the GLNO tape donor’s personal ex­perience

and Conway’s knowledge acquired over many years in Sector General, that Prilicla

was close to death.

The empath’s trembling increased sharply, then diminished as Conway once again

forced a feeling of clinical detachment on himself. He said calmly, “There is no

evidence of defor­mation, obstruction, lesion, or infection which might cause

the symptoms you describe. Neither can I see any cause for the respiratory

difficulty you are experiencing. Some degree of empathic hypersensitivity occurs

in adolescents of your specie5′ my Cinrusskin alter ego tells me, but in nothing

like the in* tensity you describe. It is possible, I suppose, that there is a

nonpathogenic and nontoxic involvement with the central ner­vous system.”

“You think it’s psychosomatic?” O’Mara said harshly, i3″3″ bing a finger toward

Prilicla. “This?” .

“I would like to eliminate that possibility,” Conway repljf” calmly. To

Prilicla, he said, “If you don’t mind I would & to discuss your case with Major

O’Mara outside.”

“Of course, friend Conway,” the empath said. The constant trembling seemed as if

it would shake the fragile body apart. “But please have that Cinrusskin tape

erased as quickly as possible. Your heightened levels of concern and sympathy

are helping neither of us. And consider, friend Conway, your tape was donated by

a great Cinrusskin medical authority of the past. In all modesty, I can say

that, before coming to Sector General and in preparation for my work here, I had

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