[After some much needed self-care, Julian has a lot more energy than he did in the tunnels. Sure, he's now apparently growing feathers. And fur. And even more scales. And his canines look an awful lot like a lions. And today, for no apparent reasons, his eyes have slits. And now he has two owl wings he had to cut holes in his clothes for, even if one is stubby. Even if it's all barely formed. It's fine. It's fine it's fine it's fine it's fine.]

[Right now he's in the Columbia University Health Sciences library, talking with the weird mask on while carrying stacks to dump in a shopping cart. The unit on low-tech emergency medicine he took in school was meant just for that - emergencies. This situation may wind up long-term. He needs information about the crude drugs, practically Inquisitorial tools, and supplies of this era.]

I suppose I should introduce myself to anyone I didn't meet in the tunnels. I'm a physician. My name is Dr. Julian Bashir. It sounds as if there are only very few medical professionals able to offer their services to the group. I'd like to get in touch with you, if possible. Best to coordinate efforts, even if we operate out of different locations.

And I'd like to ask for volunteers: anyone willing to help me set us up for better circumstances. Whether you're medical professionals yourselves, willing to be trained, willing to help me scout for supplies, or to help me clean to make some treatment areas as sterile as possible. I plan to find a surgery or the surgical suite of a hospital that seems properly defensible, to clean as much as possible. I will feel so much [he steeples his hands] better about this situation if I can at least douse a surgical suite wall to wall in hospital-grade disinfectant. It can be quite the pick-me-up.

I'll be providing routine medical care - mild injuries, illnesses, that sort of thing - out of the medical clinic at the dorms of Columbia University. [He provides the location.] I'll probably establish the surgery nearby in case triage demands immediate intervention for any patients that have a more serious issue that needs to be dealt with.

As for my qualifications, I have extensive training in xenobiology to serve multiple species, which should allow me to help those regardless of any...changes they're experiencing. I'm capable of providing care as a specialist for all bodily systems, and am a trained surgeon and neurosurgeon. I also have a great deal of experience with trauma surgery as a military field surgeon.

Oh, and given the situation is dire, if any of you find yourselves in need of psychiatric care, I underwent the residency and rotations necessary to be able to diagnose psychiatric conditions and can prescribe you medication, though we should make sure to secure a long-term supply before starting a regimen. When it comes to actual ongoing counseling, however, it's... [He cringes a little, thinking back to his evaluations] it's just - it's not...really one of my strengths.

[His evaluator had gotten so annoyed with him she'd failed at all diplomacy and at one point told him he "needed to learn to shut up." Exact words. It's a good thing he hadn't planned to hyper-specialize. He'd survived that residency but not with his professional pride intact.]

Volunteers, locations, and services... I think that's everything. Feel free to introduce yourselves or ask any questions, including more about my qualifications. Also, if you have any general information about the mutations we've been undergoing, I'd appreciate you sharing it. Or you can respond privately with any health concerns you have.

[He doesn't name a price, doesn't make any demands, and doesn't seem to realize that "I can do every specialty and also surgery and also brain surgery and also military medicine and also am equipped to treat different species" may be a bonkers insane claim to make in at least some worlds. It's routine for a Starfleet doctor.]

[It's also of note that for a doctor, instead of dressed respectably he looks like an absolute clown right now. His uniform is trashed so he dressed civilian, and because of the way his body is changing, he went for comfort. Federation fashion is... bold, to say the least and he's found clothes that resemble it. Loud clashing patterns, odd necklines, unnecessarily shimmery fabric, lots of unnecessary flaps. All synthetics. He looks like he got swallowed alive by the ugliest sections of Temu and Shein and regurgitated.]