“Why?”
Doctor Moore finally looks concerned as she swipes through the chart information. “Oh. It looks like the system just got your full medical records from Earth. That makes sense. A full analysis triggered the review.”
“Why does it say she needs different medication?” The doctor flinches, almost like she forgot I was here.
“Oh, well, we’ve got better stuff here on Isia, and it looks like the system ran your Earth bloodwork against your labs from the last time I saw you. You’re building up a tolerance to your current ones.”
“Oh.” Chrys still doesn’t like it. I don’t think I do either.
“May I see the chart?”
“Sure.”
She hands it over to me, and I don’t listen to the questions Chrys asks as I read.
“There’s no record of the pharmacy error.”
“What pharmacy error?”
“Her medication was switched out for kirocilicantephen.”
The doctor blinks at me. “I don’t know what that is, but if the system prescribed it to her…”
“If the system prescribed kirocilicantephen to her, the system needs to be evaluated and possibly reset. That drug shouldn’t be dispensed.”
Mouth screwed up in a purse, she looks like she’s likely to tell me to get out of her exam room.
“He’s not trying to tell you how to do your job,” Chrys says, quickly. “He’s just worried that someone might get hurt if it happens again. I certainly don’t want to wind up taking it again.”
The doctor takes the chart back from me, swiping out of it and into the system to pull up the drug’s information. Her scowl only darkens. “Ah. That is very definitely not a medication you want to be given on accident.”
Or on purpose. I keep my mouth shut.
“Is that what the system prescribed to her again?”
“No, it’s—” her brows scrunch and she taps the thing twice. “It’s our generic replacement of the Earth meds. Eight percent of the women on the planet take this. It’s completely safe.”
“Thank you,” Chrys says. I can feel her anxiety spike. She wants to leave. She doesn’t want to inconvenience this woman more than she thinks we already have. “We pick it up downstairs?”
“Yep,” Doctor Moore smiles at Chrys, but the shape straightens out when she looks at me, despite how hard she tries to keep it on her face. “Okay, well, we will see you next time. Do not hesitate to call. And hopefully I’ll be sending you a referral to an OB before we know it!”
She leaves the door open, and Chrys frowns at me before she stands, takes my hand again, and leads us out straight into the elevator, open like it was waiting for us.
I press the button for the pharmacy level, and when the door closes us in, we both exhale.
“How much of your replacement medication do you have left?”
I know the answer before I finish asking the question, but I still wait for her to answer. “I don’t know… basically a whole bottle.”
“Good.”
“You think it’s going to be the wrong thing?” She shifts uncomfortably and moves closer to me.
“I’d rather be prepared for anothererror.”
“The last one wasn’t an error.”
“This one won’t be either, if it’s wrong.”
