I haven't thought about it much until now, because it was so weird and terrifying that I didn't want to think about it. This other stuff that's happening now...I guess I should have seen it coming. Those two nights in Ensenada were just one more clue, among all the others, that things weren't alright on the Big C. Healthcare was something everyone thought about. We were pretty much left to our own devices out here. Accidents were handled by the ship's infirmary or you were taken on a 12 hour boat ride to shore. If you're hurt enough to need a medevac, Pac Fish will pay for it. But you'll find a way to repay them ... they'll make sure of that. Other stuff, like getting a prescription filled, that was a little different and slightly touchy. They didn't have a full pharmacy on board the Phoenix and some meds were still too expensive to justify getting one. Some members of the colony had set up a quiet business on the side going on the other side of the fence to Ensenada, where they'd pick up the drugs they needed and run them back.
