Natalie sighed, nodding. At least now she knew what she was dealing with. She helped Clark ease Martha down onto the bed and attempted to make her comfortable. "I'll need contact information for her doctors." She wheeled over a couple of monitors and began applying the sensors.

Her lips drew taut. She didn't have the proper equipment to treat an oncology patient. The best she could do would be to make them comfortable. Or bring them across, which, she thought, is out of the question.

[Done now. Promise.]