Maybe We Could Talk

"Hey Shamir," Carter called as the man went to go. "Could I bother you with another request?" Carter asked giving a little bit of a smile.

"Absolutely, whatever you need," Shamir said. It was undeniable that this male had the skill to heal. He knew what he was doing, and very clearly was helping keep those here from deteriorating more. Everyone had started to lose a bit of hope, and they weren't sure of the transmission either. If this was airborne or fluid, no one was sure. What Shamir did know was that until Carter showed up the other day, his niece had been unresponsive and looked like death. This morning she had opened her eyes and was with them for a few hours before falling back asleep in a much better place. 

"I need something called a centrifuge," Carter told him and went about explaining how it worked. He even handed him a drawing. Carter explained all this while he worked pouring and making things. Shamir looked at the drawing and description.