The visit to med bay turned out to be a bust—sure, they'd seen some of this stuff going on, but they had no idea of the cause of the blindness, so no way of treating it effectively. They were given the 'prescription' of rinsing his eyes out periodically and sent away with a bottle of what amounted to placebos at this point.

Once he'd been led all the way back to his room, back to his own bed, he found the pillows and punched them up with some frustration before lying back on them. "What do I do, Delta?" he asked, sounding wounded.