4
Tim Cudahey waits until Julie Trident’s vitals settle down.
Then he opens a communication line in their minds.
“Are you all right?”
“Right arm,” Julie thinks back at him. “It’s still shaking. I don’t know what’s wrong. No obvious injury.”
“Did any of them touch you?” he asks.
“No. I got away clean.”
“Any of their fluids, anything?” Tim asks.
“No.”
Tim sits back in his black ergonomically-designed desk chair and thinks on his own, away from Julie’s mind.
“Do you have full sensation, all five fingers?” he asks her.
He can picture her flexing her strong, tan hand.
“Some tingling overall,” she answers. “Weakness in the last two fingers.”
“Swelling?” Tim asks.
“Slight.”
“Place your hand against your heart,” he says.
He taps out a special command to analyze the overlaying appen
