"Mhmm. On the terminal, fifth name down." After Ma, Gran, TJ, and Jim, a Doctor Elizabeth Lense. She's been feeding Leonard what's known about the local treatments, keeping up with his data- just to monitor his quality of life. Neither of them have a lot of hope for finding a cure but- one never knows. And if what he's going through can help someone else further down the line?

Why not try to help. It's not how he'd rather, but it's how he can. "M'Benga and Chris wouldn't let me leave the ship without call'n her in front of them. Threatened to hypo my ass and haul my unconscious body to your office to explain myself if I didn't."

Just so Jim knows he's not the only one deeply invested in trying to keep him comfortable and breathing a little while longer. Sure they kept his secret but- not without making sure he'd get treatment, or at least valuable information for the management of this mess. "I check in every night 'round eight PM, fifteen minute call, send the daily data-"

He lifts his wrist to show a slim band that monitors his biometrics. "I can talk to her about gett'n you read in on what to keep an eye out for, if you want." Jim'll want, that's not even a question. Leonard would'a rather not done all this jumping through hoops but-

This was the price for wanting to wind down peaceful like, he supposes.

"...not that he'll admit it. We bond by ignoring how much we like each other, that's our whole thing."