AT/D08 - Medical Complex
Posted Star Date 22011.23 @ 23:42 (11:42 PM)
Posted Star Date 22011.24 @ 00:46 (12:46 AM)
"Need a hand?" Robin was already dressed in scrubs, having pretty much already answered the question. There was no way she wasn't going to assist in the surgery. It wasn't that she doubted Beka's skills as a surgeon; far from it. But having a little bit of moral support during the operation wouldn't hurt, and besides, Eli was the purple-haired nurse's friend too. And the Augment didn't have many of those.
"I know Nalar had already volunteered, but I volunteered to un-volunteer him. He wouldn't say anything, but he's been pushing himself too hard and he really needs some downtime. Hope you and Eli don't mind."
== Tag ==
Posted Star Date 22011.24 @ 09:34 (09:34 AM)
Posted Star Date 22011.24 @ 21:48 (09:48 PM)
"Hi Eli." Robin greeted her friend with a smile before handing her a hospital gown. "There's a changing room right over there," she said as she indicated a door next to the Surgical Bay. "I just need to verify that you haven't had anything to eat or drink. I'm sure Beka already ran you through the details when you were arranging the surgery. Let me know if you have any questions."
Since she hadn't been privy to the conversations between her two friends, Robin wasn't sure how much arm-twisting it had taken for Eli to consent to the surgery. The prior surgery hadn't been successful, and more than a few patients refused further surgery for fear of making things even worse. The nurse had read through the medical reports. Beka was confident, though. It was funny... she always seemed to be walking on eggshells with the crew (especially superior officers), but she could be downright cocky when it came to performing surgery. Robin had read the reports about what had happened after she'd beamed away from the Talaxian colony. Beka had taken on an operation that no one there thought would succeed, and had saved her patient's life against all odds. Many other surgeons would have written the patient off. This wasn't anything like that, of course, but a botched operation could seriously hurt Eli's career in Security.
C'mon, girl, have some faith. This isn't life-or-death, and nobody's shooting at the ship. It'll be fine.
== Tag Eli and Beka ==
Posted Star Date 22011.25 @ 00:02 (12:02 AM)
Posted Star Date 22011.25 @ 09:28 (09:28 AM)
Posted Star Date 22011.25 @ 22:08 (10:08 PM)
Posted Star Date 22011.26 @ 16:57 (04:57 PM)
Posted Star Date 22011.26 @ 18:39 (06:39 PM)
Posted Star Date 22011.29 @ 21:46 (09:46 PM)
Posted Star Date 22011.29 @ 21:46 (09:46 PM)
Edited by Mid Beka Sydesh, Star Date 22011.29 @ 21:47 (09:47 PM).
Posted Star Date 22011.30 @ 01:34 (01:34 AM)
“Right. Let’s get on with this,” Beka said, cleaning her hands with the surgical scrubber. “Oh, and whilst I remember. Robin. I’ve got something for you. I’ve been trying to work out how to get hold of you during leave but here you are. Grab me once we’re done.” There was a cryptic smile on the doctor’s face.
Robin gave a curious half-smile in return. "OK," she said, questioningly, but decided not to ask more. Now wasn't the time, and Beka was being mysterious. She pulled on her mask as she checked Eli's vitals. The display indicated that Eli was under completely. Brain activity was within acceptable measures, and her vitals looked solid across the board. She gave a nod to Beka to indicate that all was well.
The redheaded doctor was in her element now, and Robin watched her work while handing her requested instruments. Through it all she kept track of Eli's status, making sure nothing was going wrong while the surgery continued. Robin had studied the operation's steps and knew how the progress was going, but this sort of operation was as much art as science. The surgeon had to have more than technical knowledge... she had to know how to adjust on the fly, a gut instinct to go with the knowledge and experience. One of her Academy doctors, Valshrak, had likened it to sculpting. The young nurse was focused as well. She liked to call it "In the zone," and it had served her well even in crisis situations. She was very good at anticipating the Doctor's needs and being ready for them.
Nearly three hours later and Beka was satisfied, asking for the dermal regenerator. Robin handed it to her, repeating the item name as she'd been trained, and watched as she closed Eli up.
“I love it when a plan comes together,” Sydesh said with a grin. “OK, let me strap this up then we can wait for her to come round. I don’t think it’ll be long.”
Robin nodded and responded only with "Yes, Doctor," but she was smiling under her mask. Watching Beka work without the pressure of an emergency had been enjoyable. She truly had the makings of a great doctor, and whatever worries she had about her other job performance would sort themselves out in time.
== Tag Beka and Eli ==
Posted Star Date 22011.30 @ 13:28 (01:28 PM)
Posted Star Date 22011.30 @ 14:50 (02:50 PM)
Posted Star Date 22012.02 @ 11:55 (11:55 AM)
Posted Star Date 22012.03 @ 03:58 (03:58 AM)
Posted Star Date 22012.04 @ 18:01 (06:01 PM)
Beka stood off and watched as Robin came forward with the glass of water for Eli.
"Sip it, slowly. Just a few small drinks, then give yourself a bit of time before you have more. Just a couple of minutes." The nurse's advice was spot on and there was nothing for the doctor to add beyond an encouraging smile.
"Take your time," the redhead said. "Don't try and get up until you're ready. We'll give you a hand getting dressed and help you back to your quarters, and then I can make sure Dr McC... Liam, sorry, Liam knows exactly what's expected of him during your recovery." There was a mischievous grin on Sydesh's lips. The Irish surgeon understood her sense of humour and didn't seem to mind verbally sparring with her.
"Oh, and at some point, Robin and I need to find a replicator," Beka added. "I had a bit of spare time to actually finish a second piece." She wore a knowing smile, one that Eli would probably recognise.
== Apologies it's a bit short, but it's all about the patient! ==
Posted Star Date 22012.05 @ 11:26 (11:26 AM)
Considering what she gone through and the information that Eli had received so far. She had no intention of overdoing it or trying to move before she was ready. Although she did grin at the mention of Liam, especially seeing the mischievousness coming from Beka. That reminded Eli of the last time she was with both of them and how they had teased one another.
It was something that was good to see as it meant a lot to Eli for them to get on. "I will, besides I'm not going to ignore either of your instructions, so I'll be a good patient" she replied a little playfully.
"As for Liam, I'm sure he'll like that but I know that he'll take good care of me".
When Beka then brought up the replicator and how she had finished a second piece. Eli grinned in a conspiratorial way as she realised what she meant. "Oh excellent, I can't wait to see it".
== Tags ==
Posted Star Date 22012.06 @ 01:05 (01:05 AM)
Robin gave a puzzled, suspicious look to Beka and Eli. "OK, what's going on?" she asked with a light chuckle. She kept her eye on Eli as she sipped the water, but thankfully there was no sign of nausea. The biobed monitors were showing that Eli had come out of anesthesia quickly. Robin was impressed; she was tough. "You're being mysterious, Beka." She laughed, happy that the tension had gone out of the room after the surgery.
As the purple-haired nurse spoke she did a quick cart inventory visually, making sure that all surgical tools had been returned to their places and were ready for cleanup. They would have to be cleaned, sterilized and returned to their proper places in storage, ready for the next patient. Satisfied, the Ensign tapped a series of instructions into the biobed control panel, adding the data it had collected to Eli's medical file and then called for an orderly. When Crewman Clarke entered, she pushed the cart over to her and politely asked her to take it to Sterile Supply.
"I will, besides I'm not going to ignore either of your instructions, so I'll be a good patient" she replied a little playfully. "As for Liam, I'm sure he'll like that but I know that he'll take good care of me."
"Well that's good," Robin said. "Beka can become... annoyed when patients don't follow her advice." Not that the nurse was worried; she knew Liam would keep Eli on the road to recovery, and Eli was a good patient. "Let me know if you want some more water, Eli. I'm sure you're going to be hungry soon, if you aren't already starving. Wait another hour before you have anything, OK, and try not to eat too much or too fast." Honestly there was little to fear with modern anesthesia, but the warnings were standard-issue, the sort of 'just-in-case' boilerplate nurses had been giving for centuries.
== Tags ==
Posted Star Date 22012.06 @ 17:15 (05:15 PM)
Posted Star Date 22012.06 @ 20:29 (08:29 PM)
Robin's eyes widened at the dress. She couldn't help as tears welled up, and she wiped them on the sleeve of the scrubs she was still wearing. "Beka, I..." she paused, trying to find words. "I don't know what to say. Thank you! I love it!" She took the pinafore, held it up herself, and gave it a quick look over. She smiled. "It's not an exaggeration to say I don't own anything this stylish."
Or anything stylish at all.
And it was true... whenever Beka or Elia had seen Robin off-duty she was always dressed conservatively (in a skirt and medium-length blouse on the rare occasions she socialized) or in practical and simple outfits when she was just out and about. While her clothes weren't drab they didn't show much style, and were evidently just replicated out of a sense that she had to have something presentable to wear. She took the top and held it up, folding the pinafore over her arm in order to do so. It was a perfect match (at least in her limited understanding of such things).
She laughed at the Kanji. "Truth was, after all we'd seen on the colony I wasn't feeling very social towards those murdering, thieving... monsters." She cut herself off before she cursed. Robin never cussed. Even in her head. "The Bridge told us to keep them occupied and pretend like we were taking care of them, but I wasn't above annoying them as much as I could." She paused. "Gotta admit, watching Claymore and Braggins take them apart so easily was satisfying."
She held up the dress again. "I can't wait to put it to good use. How about we all get together tomorrow night for dinner? That is, if you're up for it, Eli. Either in the lounge or on the planet." She sniffed. "And Beka, you haven't been an awful friend at all. I know what you've been through, and it leaves marks that aren't just washed away by a few years in the Academy."
I know that for sure, and I don't have Beka's background.
"You and Eli are some of the few humans I've known that didn't treat me as some sort of genetic deviant. I'll always be there for you, and if I can help you smooth out your rough edges never hesitate to ask."
== Tags ==
Posted Star Date 22012.07 @ 10:00 (10:00 AM)
"As if I would do that and undo all of your handiwork" Eli replied with a look of mock seriousness whilst trying not to grin, before Robin asked her to let her know when she wanted more water and gave instructions about when she could eat and what not to do.
Her stomach grumbled in protest but Eli ignored it as she answered her friend. "I will and got it, I'm just looking forward to eating something".
Then it was time for the big reveal as Beka began her explanation and spoke about why she was doing This. Listening with the same feelings as she herself experienced when Beka had given her the blouse and knew that she was witnessing another special moment between friends.
The level of thoughtfulness and creativity was wonderful to see as Beka produced a beautiful looking pinafore dress. Understanding the reasons and inspiration behind it, even if it did leave Eli wondering what the symbols on her blouse meant. That was something to ask another day as Robin responded to the gift and the other items that came with it.
Eli loved her friends and knew what this meant to Beka so much so that she couldn't help but feel a little emotional. Of course she could always blame it on the anaesthetic but doubted that they would believe her. Blinking to hide the tears, Eli smiled as Robin suggested dinner and she wasn't going to let her new knee get in the way of dinner with them both.
"Yes, I'll be up for dinner, nothing will stop me and I'll be careful" she assured her, before Robin continued which nearly had her crying with what she said. "The same goes for me, for both of you, I'm lucky to be able to call you my friends".
== Tags ==
Posted Star Date 22012.09 @ 12:22 (12:22 PM)
Edited by Mid Beka Sydesh, Star Date 22012.09 @ 12:23 (12:23 PM).
Posted Star Date 22012.09 @ 23:54 (11:54 PM)
"Yes, I'll be up for dinner, nothing will stop me and I'll be careful" Eli assured her, before Robin, "The same goes for me, for both of you, I'm lucky to be able to call you my friends".
Robin smiled at her, and stifled a sniffle as Beka hugged her.
“There’s nothing at all wrong with you,” Sydesh said to Mayfair, her voice on the point of breaking. “Nothing. You’re such a unique, awesome person and if others can’t see that, then that’s their loss,” she added before she let go, blinking back the tears. “If anyone says otherwise, you send them to me and I’ll set them straight. With all my usual tact and subtlety!”
"Beka, I... thanks. Thanks so much. I will." She paused, sniffed again, and wiped away tears. "Y'know, I tell myself that. A lot. And maybe on an intellectual level I know it, but emotionally? Not so much. I means the world to hear it. And hey, maybe I'm being too emotional over a gift, but I've never actually owned anything like this, and I've never had best friends before."
She turned to Eli. "Like Beka said, I'd hug you, but that's not in the treatment manual, so I'll save it 'til tomorrow. How does dinner at 7 in the crew lounge sound? At least I've got something to wear."
== Tags ==
Posted Star Date 22012.10 @ 08:39 (08:39 AM)
The words that were exchanged had Eli blinking back tears again, before some of the humour from earlier returned when Beka told her why she couldn't hug her.That was understandable and yet wouldn't let Beka or Robin off that easily as the Nurse said a similar thing.
"That's okay, I won't forget that you both owe me hugs and I completely agree with what has been said" Eli replied feeling more like herself. She knew that she didn't have to say much about what else had been said,but wanted them to know she felt the same way.
As dinner plans were discussed further, Eli hadn't forgot about Beka's appetite and grinned knowingly as it was mentioned. " We have a date and I'll get Liam to help me with my outfit".
When Beka then made a joke to diffuse some of the emotion, Eli smiled appreciating the attempt. " Yeah I think we're good now, although I can blame it on the anaesthetic" Eli said jovially, unable to resist joining in.
== Tags ==
Posted Star Date 22012.12 @ 00:43 (12:43 AM)
"Y'know, I tell myself that. A lot. And maybe on an intellectual level I know it, but emotionally? Not so much. I means the world to hear it. And hey, maybe I'm being too emotional over a gift, but I've never actually owned anything like this, and I've never had best friends before."
“Yeah, well. You’ve got 2 now. And neither of us are gonna let you forget it,” Beka rubbed Robin’s arm affectionately as she spoke. “It’s a new thing for me too. I’ve had friends, sure. But it’s always been... I don’t know. Friendships of convenience? And now here we all are. 3-girl womance in full swing.” She’d managed to stop herself crying and now just couldn’t stop smiling.
"That's okay, I won't forget that you both owe me hugs and I completely agree with what has been said,” Eli said.
”I don’t have a voucher or anything on me but I’m sure you can cash that in any time,” Sydesh quipped with a grin.
The plans seemed to be set for dinner at 7 in the crew lounge the next day.
I guess that means I better sort myself out something new to wear! No pressure or anything...
Still can’t quite get my head around this. I’ve spent years on ships with people and nothing. Little more than 6 weeks on Artemis, there are people I hope to see every day, and I’ll put in hours to make something that will make them happy without even thinking about it. Honestly, it just adds more reasons to sort my head out. I can’t let this go. I don’t want to leave right when I’m finally starting to lay some roots down somewhere.
"Yeah I think we're good now, although I can blame it on the anaesthetic" Eli said jovially.
“When did we start using laughing gas again?” Beka replied. “I mean, that’s the only way I ever get people to laugh at my jokes, but Dr Tyrol banned it. Something about captive audiences don’t deserve that kind of abuse.” There was a good-natured smile on her lips.
“In all seriousness for a second,” the doctor added. “How’s that anaesthetic clearing, Eli? You feeling up to moving about?”
Edited by Mid Beka Sydesh, Star Date 22012.12 @ 00:44 (12:44 AM).
Posted Star Date 22012.15 @ 12:52 (12:52 PM)
That thought was better than anything she could of imagined and when Beka quipped about the hugs, Eli's smile became a grin as her friend wasn't wrong.
" Oh I definitely will" she replied, before Beka reacted to her anaesthetic joke. Unable to hold back this time, Eli laughed properly and shook her head.
" I'm not sure but that felt good" she admitted, as the Doctor returned to a more serious topic when she asked Eli if she felt up to moving. Deciding that now was as good a time as any to try, Eli quickly replied to her friend.
" Yeah I'm ready to try it".
== tags ==
Posted Star Date 22101.15 @ 00:04 (12:04 AM)
== During Shore Leave ==
“OK. Osteogenic stimulator please.” Beka’s voice was calm as she laid down the exoscalpel and took the device she was handed. “I think this should be the last pass. We’re pretty much there,” she added.
The patient on the operating table was one of the engineers. A couple of years ago he had fallen several decks and shattered the ankle he’d landed on. The medics at the time had done their best under intense pressure but it hadn’t healed right at all, causing pain if he stood for too long and limiting any kind of impact exercise.
With the help of a nursing team Sydesh had pulled together, the operation had taken a little under 4 hours in total, but the whole joint had been completely rebuilt along with the metatarsal bones and ligaments. It was the tiny metatarsals she was checking one last time before handing off the stimulator.
She stretched her neck and tilted her head from side to side, accompanied by a couple of pops as her back straightened out. Up on the screens over the bed, she tapped to zoom in on her handiwork and run a series of more detailed scans. Eventually she nodded.
“OK. We’re done. Let’s close up,” Beka said. “Thanks everyone. Great job all round!”
Half an hour later she was sat at a table in the doctor’s lounge, changed out of her scrubs into sweatpants, a tank top and sneakers, working her way through a huge hot bacon and blue cheese sandwich.
“Ah, there you are. I should have figured you’d be here.” The speaker leaning against the door frame was Nurse Golat, one of the more senior enlisted nurses and also the first to take the redheaded doctor under her wing. She was a dark-haired human woman only just the other side of 40, and there was very little she hadn’t seen. “Running on empty already?”
Beka covered her mouth with her hand as she swallowed.
“Hey Anna,” she called. “Surgery always leaves me hungry, what can I say?” There was a warm smile on her lips as she took another massive bite out of the sandwich.
“I think you earned it. I saw those scans before you started and I never thought you’d actually be able to fix him,” Golat replied, taking a seat at the doctor’s table. “You are good, I’ll give you that.”
“You better. Otherwise I have precious little to hang my career on,” Beka said with a grin.
“That case of Ensign Envy still in progress?” The nurse tilted her head as she asked the question, which drew a heavy sigh from the doctor.
“Yeah,” Sydesh said wistfully. “To be fair, I’m giving it my absolute all to try and solve it. I’ve been on Security exercises to learn more about teamwork and discipline. Then there was that comms course the other day.”
“Oh, I’ve heard about you and that Security one. Can I just say, I wasn’t at all surprised that you managed to annoy someone enough for them to get you shot.” Golat burst out laughing, and Sydesh made a face at her.
“Hilarious,” she deadpanned, before cracking a smile.
“So tell me about the communications course,” Anna said. “I’ll even get you one of your Bajoran colas so you can tell me everything,” she added, heading for the replicator.
There was a pause as Beka polished off what was left of the sandwich. She leaned back and kicked out one of the empty chairs so she could rest her feet on it.
“I mean, I’ll let you,” she replied with a grin. “But there’s not much to tell. One of the Tactical officers led it. Had a bit of a revelation when it turned out to be a lot like medical notes.” Golat had come back and laid a glass in front of Sydesh, who nodded in thanks and took a sip.
“You’re going to have to explain that one to me,” the nurse said as she sat down again.
“Well, think of when you’re handing over a patient,” the redhead replied. “When you’re telling the new caregiver what they need to do, what do you tell them? You tell them the diagnosis, the treatment you’ve done, and the treatment you advise they do. That’s really not dissimilar to telling the captain what she needs to know about an ongoing situation. What’s going on, what are you doing about it.”
Beka took a long slug of the spicy Bajoran cola before continuing.
“The main difference here, and the thing I got horribly wrong on that asteroid, is that our captain and commander both assume that if you’re asking them for orders, you don’t have the situation under control and need them to help. And if that’s the case, then not only are you going to have to explain why you weren’t in control, but so is everyone else nearby. Apparently that’s why Captain Crawford was so pissed at me. If I was asking her for orders, that meant Coleman, McKenna and Elias had basically all passed it up the chain. Which isn’t what happened. They were handling their part just fine. I ****** up mine.”
The doctor sighed.
“It’s another lesson hammered home though,” she said. “Along with the others lately. How to handle people, showing respect up the chain of command, working properly as part of a team. I’ve got another day of leadership training and then I got invited back for another Security exercise. I need the powers that be to see that I know where I went wrong, and I’m trying to fix it.”
There was a moment’s silence as both women took in everything Sydesh had just said.
“You do know you can’t force this, right?” Golat said. “It’s commendable that you’re working so hard on your perceived shortcomings. I’m not going to tick you off for that. But I think a lot of your problem is that drive. There are situations that aren’t going to be fixed by launching yourself headlong into something else.”
“I know. Someone else told me that not so long ago,” Beka replied. “If I keep letting that fire drive me, it’ll consume me.”
“Whoever that was, they’re a wise person,” Anna said.
“I’ll be sure to tell her next time I see her,” the doctor answered with a smile. “But I just feel under so much pressure at the moment. I don’t think there are any others from my intake still stuck at Midshipman. I feel like enough of a target as it is. Going into another mission as a middie… I’ll never live that down. I have to show enough to avoid that.”
It was Golat’s turn to sigh.
“Look, I shouldn’t be telling you this, but you’ve not got an issue there,” the older woman said. “I can’t reveal my sources. I don’t tap them up very often. But you won’t be ‘held back’. How you handle yourself this leave is being watched but the decision is already taken. Just show some patience. You’ll be fine.”
“I wish I could take your word for that,” Beka said, shaking her head. “But my brain won’t let me calm down until I have that pip in my hand. Jenny said the same thing, I’m going to get it. I just… I need to see it. Call it my ****storm upbringing but I still struggle with taking people at their word.”
“Jenny?” Anna tilted her head. “Wait a moment. You mean Jenny Braggins don’t you?”
“Yes, I do,” she admitted. “Keep that between us though, OK? She’s been helping me. We’ve had a few mentoring sessions.”
There was a moment’s pause and then Golat chuckled to herself.
“You are just full of surprises,” the nurse said. “I thought I’d heard all the rumours but nothing about the Redheaded Chaos Machine and the First Officer. Yes, Robin has told us about your new nickname and that hiking dress.”
“I mean, I could argue with her, but who’s going to believe me?” Beka said with an impish grin. “It’s so apt.”
Anna swirled her coffee cup for a moment.
“There is something I want to tell you,” the nurse said. Her dark eyes fixed on Beka’s. “And I want you to listen to me. No self-deprecation.” She laid down the mug she was holding. “You need to re-evaluate how you think you’re thought of around here.”
“Anna, I know what they think…” the redhead started.
“No, you don’t.” Golat cut her off. “Maybe when you started here, there was some self-inflicted fuelling of your fire. But think about a few things lately. You went over to that asteroid and led. Lahan made a mistake that got you stabbed, but you didn’t hang him out to dry. You didn’t even mention it in your reports. You looked out for him. I can tell you, that man has performed an absolute screeching 180 and is telling anyone who’ll listen what a good job you did.”
“I… I wasn’t expecting that,” Sydesh admitted.
“No, I didn’t think you were,” the nurse said. “And then you’ve started work on elective procedures. I know you see it as part of your duty. But so many surgeons don’t. They see operations that could go wrong and end up coming back on them. You care. That’s been noticed and around here, that goes a long way. It’s not all roses. You still annoy a lot of people, you’ve got a talent for it. But whether they’ll admit it or not, plenty are rooting for you.”
Anna laughed softly to herself.
“Me especially,” she continued. “I love that you don’t get involved in any of the gossip networks. And I think it’s amazing what Nurse Mayfair and you do for each other in terms of watching each other’s backs. You’re both so promising if only you could see it. Why do you think you’ve found it so easy to get people to come in during shore leave to help you with your electives? And why do you think the First Officer, with all that’s on her plate, is finding time to sit with you?”
As the older woman lapsed into silence, Beka had nothing she could say to fill the void. The revelations had come as a complete surprise to her. She didn’t doubt Golat’s word - the veteran nurse was one of those who knew pretty much everyone. But what she’d said was an absolute bolt from the blue.
After a while the redhead managed to find her tongue.
“I was convinced they hated me. Like full on, what the **** is she doing here, get her the **** out of here, couldn’t stand me,” she said eventually. “I’ve felt like I’m under siege. And… I’m not. From what you’ve said, people are actually starting to accept me.”
Beka’s hand spun in the air as she tried to express what she was thinking.
“I honestly don’t know what to say to that,” she managed. “Like, I have literally no clue.”
“Good. If you had a comeback ready then that would mean you were about to argue with me, and that would have been a really dumb thing to do.” Anna smiled warmly. “I wanted you to listen, and it sounds like you have. Don’t waste the opportunity you’ve got here. You can relax. You can be you.”
The nurse slid the chair back, and placed an almost maternal hand on Beka’s shoulder, squeezing gently.
“I’ll see you again soon. Who knows, maybe I’ll get to be one of the first to congratulate Ensign Sydesh.”
With that she headed back out into the ward, leaving the young doctor with an awful lot to think about.
Posted Star Date 22101.19 @ 02:49 (02:49 AM)
==A day or so before mission start (whenever that is)==
Benjamin walked into sickbay, a little nervous once he started actually considering things. He’d kept putting off calls from sickbay to come down for his physical for the past month, but he’d just been too busy to do anything about it. Hopefully he could slip in and out before anyone realized he was here, or connected the dots that they wanted to poke and prod him.
Once through the doors, he went in to the main patient area without stopping at the main reception desk. He figured it would be easy enough to spot the Brikar woman, after all - how hard could it be to find a giant rock woman?
Fairly difficult, apparently. He wandered through for a couple of minutes without seeing her before finally giving up and coming to the nurse’s station. “Excuse me,” he said quietly, “but is Crewman Kirnat here? She reported sick this morning, just wanted to check on her.”
The nurse looked up from his paperwork with a pained expression; he’d obviously interrupted whatever the man was working on. “The Brikar woman, right?” he asked, and Benjamin just nodded. “She was in, but I think she’s in with Doctor McConnelly right now in the back.”
Benjamin nodded. “Any idea what’s wrong? I heard her shoulder, but wasn’t sure what--”
The nurse cut him off. “I’m sorry, sir,” he said. “I know you’re her superior, but at this point, I can’t discuss anything with you.”
Benjamin just nodded. “I know, I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have asked.” He put a hand on the counter and pushed away. “Thanks for letting me know she’s here, though,” he said. “Would hate to have a crewman playing hookie on me.” He smiled at the man, and was rewarded by one in return as he dived back into his charts and paperwork.
Benjamin sighed and looked back across sickbay. He was hit by a bit of nausea as he looked around, and remembered that the last time he’d been in here was actually right after the battle. He’d been treated for radiation exposure - the suit had protected him, mostly, but he was near the core long enough for treatment to still be necessary.
It wasn’t exactly a time he wanted to remember, and he wondered if that had been part of why he had avoided his physical. However, his worry for his crew kept him here - he found a bit of wall to lean against, out of the way, and waited for a few minutes to see if Kirnat was released soon.
Edited by Lt (JG) Benjamin Elias, Star Date 22101.19 @ 02:54 (02:54 AM).
Posted Star Date 22101.22 @ 14:41 (02:41 PM)
While there wasn't a lot that worried Jennifer Braggins the war hero, there were many things that worried Jennifer Braggins the mother. First among them was that something would be wrong with her daughter, followed by the discovery of traces of her genetic heritage. Finally, she just worried that the life she would live on the Artemis wasn't as healthy as it might be were they assigned to a ground base somewhere in the Federation Core - the Artemis had first-rate childcare facilities for the few children aboard, had state-of-the-art medical facilities, and by-and-large wasn't an unsafe place to be unless they were in the middle of a battle. Still, there were times that Jenny wondered whether she and Bryan had made a mistake in both accepting deep-space assignments.
A chill ran through her as she looked at the bulkhead that had been repaired following the battle against the Megasphere; it had been a secondary explosion that had exposed Sickbay to vacuum, but they were deep in the bowels of the ship, theoretically in the most protected place they could be, and a cutting beam had sliced through most of it like the ablative armour wasn't even there. Had there not been internal armour plating protecting Sickbay and the surrounding areas, the beam would probably have passed clear through the ship and out the other side.
The infant in her arms wriggled slightly, picking up on her mother's discomfort, and Jenny gave her a subtle bounce and nuzzled the swaddled child. Carly's eyes remained a deep blue that favoured neither parent, but her soft fuzz of steadily-growing black hair was all Bryan. She had inherited several of her mother's features, including the ever-so-slight epicanthal folds that marked their asian heritage on Jenny's biological mother's side, and her appetite - though she was of average weight for a child her size, Carly simply did not stop eating. Alex LaHaye had warned that Carly's metabolism would be off-kilter until she hit puberty, and Jenny was glad she'd heeded the advice and regularly supplemented Carly's feeds with bottles.
Entering Sickbay proper, Jenny checked in at the desk, and learned to her dismay that both Jas Tyrol and Alex LaHaye were indisposed and would be unable to do Carly's checkup and booster shots - normally this would be no issue, but it had already been put off too many times already due to scheduling conflicts, and soon the Sickbay staff would start to ask awkward questions. Fortunately, this wasn't a task that required a doctor; a nurse would do, and there was one who sprang to mind.
"Is Nurse Mayfair available?"
Posted Star Date 22101.23 @ 00:43 (12:43 AM)
Posted Star Date 22101.24 @ 02:41 (02:41 AM)
Benjamin grimaced internally as he saw Sydesh walking over, directly towards him. He hadn't spoken to her since the campfire on New Talax, during which he had had to excuse himself. Part of it, he could blame on being exhausted. The rest...
After seeing how - for lack of a better term - close she and Nathan had been at Halloween, and then how very not they were shortly thereafter, it was definitely an awkward situation. Benjamin simply had had no idea how to continue the conversation, and really wasn't sure how he was supposed to interact with her now. Though he had to be fair and note that, after seeing them together at Halloween he wasn't sure how he was supposed to interact with her in the first place, but trading one awkward for another didn't exactly make things any better.
I thought that Liam was taking care of her, he thought, but dropped it and instead put on a smile as she came up. She had a smile of her own on, a little more than simply professional but still a little forced. “Lieutenant Elias?” Sydesh said. “You’re here about Crewman Kirnat, I’m told? Anything in particular got you worried enough to drop by, sir?”
"No, nothing in particular," he said. "Just checking in, trying to make sure my staff is good to go." He crossed his arms, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "Besides, I have to admit I was more than a little curious. After all, whatever could make a Brikar complain about a bad shoulder?" He smiled a bit more genuinely, a bit conspiratorially as he spoke. "Hopefully it's not something she did on duty."
If it was something she did on duty, he'd need to figure out what it was and try to figure out how to prevent it from happening again. After all, if it could hurt someone who was almost literally made of rock, he shuddered to think what it would do to someone who wasn't. Like, you know, the rest of my team.
Posted Star Date 22101.24 @ 23:36 (11:36 PM)
Posted Star Date 22101.25 @ 02:59 (02:59 AM)
“Well, I can take you to her,” Sydesh replied with a nod. “I can’t go into detail without permission. What I can say is that it’s likely a result of overdoing it. Brikar like to think they’re invulnerable but they’re really not. If you can have a quiet word with her supervisor about her workload, we should be able to avoid a repeat.” Benjamin nodded in agreement. He hadn't expected much of anything different. Kirnat was one of his hardest workers, and he wasn't surprised that she'd just pushed herself too hard. He made a note to talk to Orivessa about it, and they'd give her a couple of days off just to help her heal.
Sydesh jerked her head to the side for him to follow and he did, assuming she was going to take him to see her. He was a little surprised, however, when she kept talking. He listened, politely, as she spoke about not wanting things to be weird, and how yes, things had ended with Nathan but they didn't have any bad blood or anything. He rubbed his temple quietly as he walked behind her, trying to avoid the headache he knew was about to set in.
This is the other reason you didn't want to come down here, he thought. He'd known it was going to be awkward, and he'd been right. It wasn't that he had any particular problem with Sydesh - she seemed to be okay enough in the few interactions they had had - but people were their relationships sometimes, rather than just an individual.
"To be frank," he finally said, "Nathan hasn't talked about it at all since you guys broke up. We've talked about any number of other things - from Michelle to him wanting me to make him a chainsaw shotgun hybrid, which I denied quickly - but nothing about you. If you want to know how he feels, you'll have to ask him; I'm not a go-between. And as for 'picking sides', it's a good thing that we're not doing that, because there's really no question where I'd fall."
He hated being blunt with people, but he could tell she wasn't going to let it go. Maybe it had something to do with the whistling incident before they met up with the Talaxians, maybe it was just sheer awkwardness. But as he had found out rather quickly, things were different when you became a department head than they were in the junior ranks. He had enough on his plate trying to run engineering that maintaining the few relationships he actually had on the ship, trying to keep his friendships from completely failing on him, was hard enough. Coddling the feelings of someone that he rarely saw, much less interacted with, wasn't high on his priority list.
But that doesn't mean you need to just leave it there, he chided himself, hearing his mother scolding him for his tone. "Things can always change," he said. "Maybe he'll talk me around on that chainsaw shotgun - though in that case, I bet the Captain will browbeat us into submission. And maybe you and he will be friends again. But for now, that's not really in the cards.
"Now, can I go see my crewman?"
Posted Star Date 22101.25 @ 21:58 (09:58 PM)
Posted Star Date 22101.28 @ 16:13 (04:13 PM)
Benjamin put a smile on his face as he walked in to the room where Kirnat waited. She smiled in return, though hers was mixed with a bit of shock upon seeing him walk in. "Chief," she said with a gravelly voice. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh, just checking in," he said. "Not every day you take sick call, so I just wanted to be sure you were alright."
"She shook her head and rolled a shoulder. He could see her grimace a bit as she did so, but the motion appeared to be smooth. "Oh, it's my own damn fault, sir," she said. "While I was helping the Talaxians get set up, they needed a generator moved. I, idiot that I am, decided to just do it myself."
He shook his head, trying to get a disapproving look on his face to cover up his amusement. "Kir, you know better than that one."
"I know, I know," she ground out between gritted teeth. "It was the end of the day, they needed it moved just a couple of feet, and I knew I could do it. So I just did and didn't think."
He set a hand on her non-injured shoulder and shook his head. "It's alright. Just remember, this is why we work in teams." He wracked his brain for a minute before adding, "Where was Pilar while you were doing this?"
"He was getting everything packed up," she said, "and we were both ready to get back to the ship. I swear, I know you guys complain about Leola root, but you never said how bad it smells..."
He chuckled a that, and stepped away from the crewman. "Alright, I can't blame you there." He assumed that something in the hated vegetable bothered the Brikar woman's sinuses in a way that it didn't for other species. "The doc's will get you fixed up quickly, I'm sure, but take it easy for the rest of the day anyway," he told her. "We can do without you for today." She nodded some thanks and understanding, and Benjamin turned to go.
Only to see Sydesh standing in the doorway, a deliberate look on her face. Suppose I burned up all my goodwill, he thought, and prepared to face his physical.
His commbadge chirped just then. [Whitby to Elias,] the voice said. [I've got that simulation finished you asked me to run. I was about to start in on your notes whenever you're ready.]
He tapped the device and replied, "I'll be right there." Once the channel closed, he looked at Sydesh and shrugged. "Duty calls."
Posted Star Date 22101.30 @ 19:15 (07:15 PM)
Posted Star Date 22101.31 @ 01:54 (01:54 AM)
Benjamin wasn’t entirely surprised when she didn’t move out of his way when he turned to the door. He admired that he spoke to Kirnat first, since she was the actual patient here.
At least, for the moment. As anticipated, she was going to force him into getting that physical done whether he wanted to or not. He did give her credit for phrasing it like an option, and if he really wanted to he could always pull rank and just leave – though that would likely just bring in a higher-ranked doctor to enforce it, since he really was overdue for the physical.
He sighed, and let her words hang in the air for a minute, mostly just because he could. “Alright,” he told her. “Let’s get this over with.”
Benjamin followed her to a biobed and was grateful for a bit of silence as the physical was done. Other than perfunctory commands as she did her scans and tests, he had a minute just to think as he sat on the biobed.
This wasn’t exactly the best of things, though he wasn’t about to admit that to Sydesh. It reminded him too much of when he was stuck in here for a day or two while they made sure he was okay after the Megasphere battle. Then, he’d been basically alone with his thoughts, memories of the dead his only company.
At least some good came of it, he did remind himself. He’d decided to go and visit L’Haan’s family, to make sure they knew she’d died a hero. And while that hadn’t gone… entirely to plan, it had been a rewarding experience, at least. He had never been to Vulcan, much less to Mount Seleya, and it had been as beautiful as he had expected. Meeting her Kohlinar instructor had been interesting – the man had had a sense of humor that he hadn’t experienced from a Vulcan before – and while her family was much more closed off, he had felt good about the visit.
He shut off that line of thinking before it could start. He knew there was nothing more he could have done, that any of them could have done. It was a miracle that casualties were as limited as they were, and people were alive now because he had done his job. It wasn’t his fault that they wanted to give him a medal for it, and like Jenny had told him – sometimes they gave you a medal for everyone else’s benefit, not your own.
Before he could think too much more, though, Sydesh indicated she was finished, finally. He sighed, and turned to her, trying to put a smile on his face. “So, did I pass, doc? Do I get to get back to work now?”
Posted Star Date 22102.02 @ 00:14 (12:14 AM)
Posted Star Date 22102.06 @ 03:23 (03:23 AM)
All Benjamin could do was sigh as Beka shook her head. Fortunately, she started off with the good news.
He’d been trying to be more conscious of his alcohol intake since the Megasphere. He’d recognized the temptation to just retreat from the pain and the new responsibilities by falling into the bottle again, but he wasn’t ready to give up the progress he’d made since the dark days on Harkens’ crew. He still ran his still, but it didn’t run at capacity and he used about half of it as brush cleaner while painting. He wasn’t surprised that she said there was still room for improvement, but if she looked back at his first medical files from when he’d been picked up by the Philadelphia, she’d just tell him good job and move along.
Then she moved on to the more problematic issues. “All your stress markers are very very high,” she said. “Like, not far off intervention levels of high.” He sighed and watched as she changed the graph to show different levels. “Here’s you, here’s a realistic marker for a senior officer, and here’s the model marker that nobody in Star Fleet will ever get near.”
He chuckled at that one as she turned to look at him. “At this point I’m sure I’m supposed to give you a stiff lecture about not working so hard. But I’m pretty sure you’ll either ignore me or tell me to **** off.”
He shook his head. “Nah,” he said. “I wouldn’t tell you to do that. Ignore you, maybe.”
She carried on telling him the recommended cures for stress – mainly, being a regular person and enjoying life. He nodded along with her as she spoke. “But I’m scheduling your next physical for a shorter interval and there has to be improvement,” she finished, “or intervention is inevitable.”
“You’re right,” he agreed. “With all of this colony business, I haven’t been making time to take care of myself, and I really should. Hell, last time I had a night off was the Christmas thing on the planet, and you remember that I didn’t exactly stay very long there either.”
He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I give you my word, I’ll do my best to keep to normal office hours for the next month. And this may shock you, but I actually have standing appointments with the counselor – though admittedly I haven’t been keeping them the past couple of months. Part of an agreement with the Judiciary. But I’ll give them a call to make an appointment in the next week.”
She moved along to his eye – another subject he was less than surprised at. Like most doctors, she wanted to try and replace it. “Can I ask, is there any particular reason why you still use this eye? I don’t want to be insensitive, but it’s a little… rudimentary?” Unspoken were a number of other adjectives in that verbal space, most likely more descriptive than what she wound up using. “I’d like to help you. You’ve got options if you want to talk about them?”
He crossed his arms and crooked his shoulders noncommittedly, trying to cover up the fact that his eye had decided to spasm for a moment at the thought of replacing it. “Don’t worry,” he said, “I’ve heard every description under the sun for this piece of crap in my head. The technical term is ‘Firnak’qal’. ‘From the lowest bidder’. Got it from the Ferengi when something blew up in my face in Alliance space. Since I didn’t have one of their expensive insurance plans, that meant that I was treated by their version of free medicine – and in Ferengi space, you get what you pay for.”
He reached up and rubbed his temple. “By the time I got back, the doctors said it had bonded too much with my leftover tissues to get out without risking more damage to the eye, so I left it be. But if it’s causing even more damage just by being in there… And I have had some terrible headaches recently.”
He sighed. “Make a note, we’ll take a look at options later.” There simply wasn’t time at the moment, between the colony and the flotilla, and even being on some of the most advanced ships in the fleet didn’t mean that they had starbase level medical facilities. “But for now, I really do need to get back to work, if that’s okay with you, doctor?”
Posted Star Date 22102.06 @ 23:13 (11:13 PM)
Posted Star Date 22102.07 @ 03:58 (03:58 AM)
Nathan had spent the better half of his shift trying to come up with a strategy. It wasn’t for something tactical. It wasn’t even Security related. It was for a discussion that he knew he needed to have, but had been somewhat dreading, as it was going to be a tough conversation no matter what. What had transpired between him and the party in question had been, while momentarily interesting, entirely his fault for how it failed. In fact, Ramius considered that it might have been doomed to fail from the start. And again, it was his fault.
Like a fool, he had dipped into another relationship rather quickly after his last. The problem was, that he still had lingering feelings; time and space had done little to diminish them. His honor, or sense of moral obligation, told him it wasn’t fair to start a new relationship with someone when strong feelings were still in the mix with an ex. It had been an all-round untidy situation. So it was, that he marched to make an attempt at a detailed apology.
Exiting from the turbolift to Deck Eight, he passed a pair of non-comm Security personnel on patrol. Crewman Apprentice Rahst had a smirk on his face, which Nathan replied with only a frown.
Half the ship is going to know that I’m chatting in the Med Bay before I’ve even started having the conversation.
Shrugging it off, Ramius continued down the hallway, resolute in his decision. Tongues were already wagging through the grapevine, so a little more fuel to the fire wasn’t going to make much of a difference. There was a small glimmer of foolish hope that perhaps adding to the flames might make them die out faster. Yet, Nathan truly did know deep down that wouldn’t be the case.
Standing just outside the doors to the Medical Complex, Ramius stood for a moment and nervously ran his fingers through his freshly showered hair. Then, the top button of his sapphire blue dress shirt pulled oddly as he cracked his neck. For the seventh time since getting ready, Nathan changed his mind and undid it before also rolling up the sleeves a bit.
Okay. Just, go in and… be yourself. Maybe an extra tactful version of yourself.
A rather loud exhaled sigh coincided with the swishing sound of the doors opening to Sickbay. Striding through, he went to the reception desk and waited a moment to be acknowledged. Instead, he caught sight of his best friend. A wave of concern washed over Nathan, but after taking a moment to see that Ben didn’t look to be injured, he immediately felt better.
“Are you doing okay?” Nathan said, approaching the Engineer.
"Yeah, yeah," Benjamin replied, crossing his arms as he came to a stop. "Came to check in on one of my crewmen - Kirnat's hurt her shoulder somehow - and got cornered by your ex for my physical."
Ramius made a sheepish face at the mention of ‘ex’, grimaced, and then pulled a bit of a stupid face as the rest of Ben’s statement processed in his brain.
“Wait, how the hell does a Brikar get injured? Nevermind, you couldn’t tell me even if you wanted to; I’ll just ask Kirnat when I make my rounds in Engineering next time,” he made a light hearted chuckle, before continuing.
“Speaking of ex’s... Can you point me in Beka’s direction? I… I gotta chat with her.”
Benjamin looked at Nathan for a moment before giving a small nod. "Yeah, she's back in Exam 3, or was about thirty seconds ago. I hope it goes alright for you." He set a hand on Nathan's shoulder for a moment before heading on out the doors, presumably back to Engineering.
“Thanks,” Nathan raised a hand up in a wave, then pushed deeper into Sickbay.
Finding the exam room, Ramius paused and decided against going in, especially if Kirnat was still getting treated inside. Instead, he simply spoke up after clearing his throat.
“Ah, Doctor Sydesh? Do you have a moment?”
== tag Beka! ==
=== exchange between Elias and Ramius co-authored and permission granted to post by Lt (JG) Elias ===
Posted Star Date 22102.07 @ 04:07 (04:07 AM)
Benjamin listened to Beka and nodded. It wasn't anything he hadn't anticipated from her, and nothing that was too binding. He agreed with her, after all. "I'll see what I can do about carving out some time in the near future for those detailed scans," he said, "though I can't make any guarantees about when that might be."
“You’re free to go,” the redhead added. “I’ll check in on Kirnat to make sure she’s healing properly but she should be discharged soon.”
He stood up and straightened his uniform jacket. "Thanks, and thanks for letting me speak to her. Hope the rest of your day goes well," he added, and walked on out of the exam room.
Stepping out into the most bustling general area of the medical bay, he caught sight of Nathan walking in, and just about to stop by reception. He spoke to his friend for a moment, setting his mind at ease that he was okay, before pointing him back towards the redheaded medical officer. He wasn't sure what they needed to talk about still, several months after their breakup, but he wasn't going to pry. Not my business, he concluded, unless he wants to talk about it later. He made a note to make sure he had some clean glasses and something better than his normal alcohol available tonight, just in case, and walked on out of the complex.
==ETL for Elias==
Posted Star Date 22102.07 @ 14:17 (02:17 PM)
Posted Star Date 22102.07 @ 18:40 (06:40 PM)
When he heard Beka laugh, it didn’t sound derisive to him. However, past experiences still reminded him to be prudent regardless. And while her commentary seemed light and playful, even with the grin, Nathan still couldn’t help but still feel on edge. It was his guilt that partly contributed to the feeling, he knew. The other was picking an unorthodox place such as an exam room to have a personal conversation. Again, his own fault he knew, but it was the best place to get medical attention should he get a much-deserved ***-kicking from Sydesh.
“Well, I wanted to be professional in case you had a patient,” he replied, even though he didn’t have to. Nathan knew that Beka was being playful, but he still felt like he needed to state his intentions.
As she led the way, Nathan cautiously followed. It wasn’t like the exam room was going to be booby trapped, he thought. Yet, somehow, he could still see a bamboo whip slinging out from the side of the door, with footlong syringes plunging into his body. It was imaginative for many reasons. One, there wasn’t the room to have a proper bamboo whip trap. Maybe a punji stick pit if the floor plates were removed… though he stopped himself from envisaging the setup. Two, Nathan knew it wasn’t Beka’s style. If she was going to fight, she would do so outright. Or, at least, so he thought she might.
And three, I don’t think there are footlong syringes. Are there?
There was nothing, though, that showed she was in a combative mood. As Nathan trailed her, Beka seemed absolutely congenial despite things between them; though he had to remind himself that some time had well passed since everything that happened. It was quickly setting the tone, and Nathan felt himself relax just a little.
“Yeah, a coffee for me too please. Double espresso in fact,” he leaned up against a wall near to where Beka was, giving both of them a healthy amount of room.
He waited then, for the replicator to finish their beverages. As Beka offered up his drink, he nodded and then spoke,
Taking a sip of the beverage, the heat of the liquid was welcome as it hit his throat. Nathan hadn’t noticed, but his mouth had gone dry at some point since entering the room.
“I guess…” he started, but stopped, his eyes scraping the floor. Then looking up at Beka, he tried to hide a pained expression.
“I wanted to check on you, Beka. I should have done this way earlier. Like… properly seeing how you were doing. I know we’ve talked to each other in passing, but we haven’t really had a proper sit down. That’s my fault.”
All of this is your fault, Nathan.
“Honestly, all of this is my fault,” he huffed heavily, placing the beverage off to the side.
“I’m sorry. Not for the time we spent together, because I did enjoy spending time with you. But, for how I hurt you. It wasn’t my intention, for how everything happened. I mean, I don’t think anyone ever really intends that sort of thing, right? But, I did end up hurting you, and you didn’t deserve to be hurt at all. And that’s on me.”
“I spent so much time trying to figure out what to say, or how to say it, that I just never really said much of anything at all. Somehow, having thought about it, that seems worse than saying the wrong thing anyway. And I was dealing with… other ****. My ****. But that doesn’t excuse things. It doesn’t excuse me or my actions.”
There was an impulse to reach for his drink, but instead, both of Nathan’s hands reached up and cupped his face in frustration at himself. Behind the hands, it almost sounded like he was growling at himself angrily, before he started speaking against the palms of his hands.
“I am such a… a… dumb boy sometimes, god******.”
His hands pulled away, and a heavy sigh erupted from him.
“I’m sorry, again. I don’t know how to make this right. Or even if I can make this right. Or maybe you’ve moved on already and I’ve just made things worse. Again. Which, really, that would be par for the course for me. But this isn’t about me, I intended to come here and just…”
Another weighty sigh tumbled out of an obviously emotional Nathan,
“…just wanted to support you somehow. I probably should have figured out the somehow before I came here though,” he laughed at himself contemptuously.
But then you would have spent another few months trying to figure that out! Then where would you be? **** this **** is so ******* hard to figure out. Easier to just fight Borg, really.
== tag Beka ==
Edited by Ens Nathan Ramius, Star Date 22102.07 @ 18:41 (06:41 PM).
Posted Star Date 22102.09 @ 20:07 (08:07 PM)
Posted Star Date 22102.12 @ 00:22 (12:22 AM)
== End of Shore Leave ==
"Found another box. This is the last one. I think." Orderly Sinolla staggered into sickbay carrying a mid-sized cargo container in both arms. The Orion was large, but still struggled to carry the crate, and as he came in he stumbled. The box caught the edge of the door and came out of his hands, landing with a heavy thud before skidding. "Sorry," he said with a shrug.
Robin looked up from where she was kneeling next to another, smaller crate. She'd been assigned to organize and categorize the ship's medical supplies, to verify that everything was intact and up-to-date. That had been three days ago, three days of long shifts going through everything from Medical Tricorders to boxes of gloves. The purple-haired nurse hadn't fully appreciated the scope of the job. The Artemis was a large ship, and the medical supplies in Sickbay were only a fraction of what the ship held. Much of it had been brought aboard before the battle with the Borg Worldship and simply put where there was space. Why the ship had needed 140 boxes of tongue depressors was beyond her... but then, the mysteries of Star Fleet Quartermaster decisions were known to drive men mad. She suspected that they'd loaded the ship with everything they could, not having had time to really prioritize.
Robin smiled at the green-skinned orderly. "Not a problem," she said. "Just shove it over in that corner." She jabbed her thumb at an empty space next to a biobed. "Stick around, though... I might need you to take it back if it has a hundred boxes of left-hand gloves or something like that." Sinolla didn't get the joke and just nodded.
She got up, her knee popping as she did so. She'd been going through the crate of Dermal Regenerators, checking each one. Ten of them, TEN!, she fumed, hadn't been functional for various reasons. If they'd have been passed out it would have caused a lot of hassle, and during an emergency there wasn't always time to check devices. But it was done, and the Ensign finally felt she could see the light at the end of the tunnel for the whole task. I should be finished by this evening, she thought.
Thankfully Sickbay had been quiet. She'd spent quite a bit of time in the Talaxian Colony helping to set up equipment, train nurses, and generally do whatever needed doing. In her off time she'd wandered around nearby, seeing the sights, enjoying the freedom of not being in a ship. She's caught up on her reading, practiced the mandolin, and even had had time for get-togethers with her friends.
She stepped over to the new crate. Sinolla had popped the latches for her and she looked inside. There were multiple smaller boxes inside, one labelled "Breathing Apparatus: Benzite (12 count)." She smiled sadly and sniffed. "Huh. So that's where those were."
Posted Star Date 22102.12 @ 22:08 (10:08 PM)
Posted Star Date 22102.13 @ 20:12 (08:12 PM)
== Before Recall Timeline ==
“**** me…” Beka muttered, and Nathan’s eyes immediately jumped up and looked to her, their eyes meeting in the middle.
“That wasn’t an invitation,” she added. “I think that particular ship has sailed.”
Nathan’s eyes rolled hard up, nearly into his skull. Then he frowned and shook his head. He knew for a fact that her initial words had been of exasperation, and not an invitation. Still, he didn’t respond right away either, not knowing for sure if the added statements had been made to break the awkwardness of everything. Or, if it was to continue to alleviate underlying frustration. Either way, Ramius figured it was better to hold his tongue and let her figure out what she wanted to say. It was a skill that he had been practicing for some time now, thanks to someone else from the Artemis.
Watching Beka work through thoughts and emotions, Nathan’s face softened and the muscles around his eyes dropped the initial squint he had had to her inflammatory retort. There was a feeling then, a quick pang of guilt and desire for redemption. Then there was an impulse to move forward and embrace her in hug. To hold her, and apologize. Again, his brain checked himself. It would accomplish nothing, and probably earn him a punch, especially as she hadn’t said her peace yet.
Finally, she spoke, draining her coffee and closing off her body language. It wasn’t a good sign. Nathan wanted to interject, and tell her that his ego be damned; though she was right, there was little left of it as it was. But he would have preferred that she just lay it out. There wasn’t a need to sugar coat things. No need to pad the blow. Because he certainly hadn’t, and he deserved whatever was coming, whether it hurt or not.
Instead of going through his thoughts, Nathan straightened up, and just listened. Except, there was one comment that he couldn’t help but react to…
“Were you a bit of a dick? Yes. Are you the first guy to have done that? No.”
That bit of rhetoric punched him in the gut and left him winded. Nathan managed to keep himself from physically reacting, for the most part, but inside he reeled. The young security officer had tried, through much of his life, to not be like every other ‘guy’. And there in the exam room, plain as day, he was being told that he had done just that. Whether or not it had been intended it or not, there he was. It was as if someone had opened the top of his skull and poured plasma on his brain. His thoughts raced, rushing hot from the heat, and the flames seemed to crawl down into the arteries. Anger, shame, and disgust all whirled about, fighting for the right to be expressed. Beka’s next words helped to ease things a bit, and Nathan quickly got control of himself. Still, a wound was left open, and would need tending later.
“If it helps, I can call you a few choice names and punch you in the face…”
Actually, that would be preferrable at the moment. That is why I chose to come see you here, of all places.
As Beka moved from the biobed, Nathan’s eyes went wide, wondering if she had somehow heard his thoughts. It was because of the slow, intentional pace of her movements, that saved him from wincing. Nathan’s eyes followed her arm as it moved around his shoulders, and then his head. Somehow, the plasma fire from before did seem to be quenched slightly as she gave him a sort of benediction. It was a little awkward, but then again, the whole situation was.
A soft sigh floated away from him, and he closed his eyes, letting his face release the tension held there. Then his neck tilted and while facing toward the floor, he focused on a taking a couple of breaths, not wanting to get emotional in front of Beka. Her forgiveness didn’t feel deserved, even though that was exactly what she was telling him he needed to do. It was his hang up, and it was he who needed to let go of things. And still, he couldn’t.
It took a moment, as a torrent of thoughts and feelings zoomed through his mind. His head shook in response to a rumination that was fleeting, while his hands fidgeted at another. Forgiveness, it seemed, wasn’t what he thought he was going to get from the visit. More than that, it might not have been what he had wanted either. Part of him had wanted Beka to fight him, or to at least get upset with him; some kind of strong emotion that paired well with how Nathan thought he should be treated.
Stop Nathan. This is it. She’s forgiven you and you should take that.
Looking up toward Beka, his face seemed pained, but there was a small smile there.
“Okay…” it was a near whisper.
“Okay,” the second time was only slightly louder.
Taking the couple of steps forward, Nathan reached out and wrapped his arms around Beka, enveloping her in a strong, warm hug.
“I promise I’ll only say it one more time, and then I’ll try not to say it anymore,” his voice was low, matching the baritone that resonated deep within his chest.
“I’m sorry. I really, really am.”
There was a moment of silence, as he held her, before he spoke up once more.
“Thank you for forgiving me and…”
There was hesitation then. His chest rose out into Beka and retreated a few times, before Nathan continued,
“…and I’ll try to forgive myself, though I think that will be its own quest.”
Finally, Nathan released Beka, holding at arm’s length for a moment as he looked at her. He was thankful that he had managed to keep himself from being a complete mess, but a little bit of emotion came out in the form of a momentary stuttered-breath. That was, until Nathan realized where he was and that he was just standing awkwardly in front of Beka.
“Right. Well,” his hands came together and wringed one another for a moment, all while he simultaneously cracked his neck.
“Oh! You’ve probably got to go back to work. So. Yeah. I’ll just, leave,” Nathan thumbed over his shoulder.
Nathan grimaced, suddenly feeling incredibly anxious. Though, in moment of clarity, he stood tall and the grimace turned into a genuine, earnest, and grateful smile.
“Thank you. Have a good rest of your shift Beka.”
With that done he turned on his heel, being sure to give a little wave halfway through the motion, before finding his feet and heading toward the exit.
== ETL for Nathan, unless Beka has a… strong response lol ==
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Robin sat down, aware that she was being too formal. The thought made her feel even more awkward, and she was sure Doctor Tyrol saw right through her, but thankfully the CMO was an absolute professional and gave no indication. It was one of the things the young Ensign knew she had to work on. The officers on the Artemis weren't swaggering martinets... in fact, they were sometimes uncomfortably (at least for Robin) informal. It wasn't how she was raised, and definitely wasn't something she'd experienced at the Academy, where the instructors and officers could be ridiculously hard-headed and stuffy.
"Ensign Mayfair, I would like to see you step up and assume the role of Head Nurse. Nurse Ruston had nothing but glowing reviews for you, despite her rather prickly demeanor suggesting otherwise, and you were her suggestion as, at least, a temporary replacement. I think based on your performance and your willingness to accept and act on criticism that this is a logical next step in your career progression. I understand there are nurses with more experience and seniority in the department but frankly, being Head Nurse isn't just a title nor is it a designation for the "best" or most experienced nurse. Being Head Nurse requires a level of organization, leadership and foresight that a number of our nurses do not possess, probably because they're too busy gossiping to consider how they could improve beyond their medical skills. I think that's a skill set that you can provide, maybe not immediately as I do expect growing pains, but I believe you can grow into the position and into the challenges before you."
Wait, what? HEAD NURSE?!?
To say that Robin was shocked was putting it mildly. Even if it turned out to be temporary it was something that she hadn't expected for years. Maybe on a small scout or science vessel with a crew under a hundred and a sickbay of ten. But on the Artemis, an expedition flagship and possibly the most advanced ship in Star Fleet? And at Ruston's recommendation?
Doctor Tyrol addressed Beka, and the purple-eyed nurse was a bit thankful as it gave her a moment to process what she had just been told. Her friend was being given responsibility for 1st shift when the Head Doctor was in surgery or otherwise busy... which he usually was. It was a serious responsibility, and a sign that Beka's talents were being recognized. She'd been so hard on herself, so convinced that the officers on the ship saw her only as a screw up. This was validation, and Robin was as happy for her as she was for herself. She'd stepped up on the Colony, leading the medical team during some very trying situations, and then had a large responsibility for the progress the Talaxians had made on their medical facility. She had shown she could both act in a crisis and lead when building something up from almost nothing.
But the hits kept coming.
Doctor Tyrol set a small black black velvet box on her desk as she turned back to Robin, opened to reveal a single black pip. "I would be doing each of you a disservice if I provided you with greater responsibilities without providing you with the tools and means to successfully complete those duties. As such, Ensign Mayfair, I am happy to report that I have been given permission to present you with what I feel is the appropriate rank for bossing busy body nurses around."
Wait, what? Lieutenant?!?
The nurse had only been an Ensign for a short time. She'd been promoted the day the Artemis made contact with the Talaxians, but the recommendation had apparently been made after the battle with the Borg Megasphere. It had just taken time to go through. This was sudden, something that she hadn't been expecting a sign that she was being noticed by higher-ups, and that they saw potential in her. It was also a sign that they expected her to step up to that responsibility.
Robin smiled happily. "Thank you so much, Doctor! I won't let you down." And she meant it, feeling more confident in herself than she ever had before. "And I'll remember."
== Tag Tyrol and Sydesh ==
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Beka gave Robin a clap on the shoulder, causing the young nurse to smile further and give her friend a nod. Doctor Tyrol had a pip for Beka as well. Her well-deserved promotion to Ensign. She was impressed when Beka swapped out her pip with lightning speed the moment the CMO's eyes turned from her. Impressive. Don't think I could have pulled that off.
Robin wasn't going to try. She'd put her new black pip on after Doctor Tyrol was finished. Honestly she wasn't sure of the decorum for these situations. Her mind was still reeling from the early promotion, and she was worried panic would set in after the high had worn off.
“I can’t tell you what this means to me,” the redhead said. “Not just the promotion, awesome as that is, but the faith you’ve put in me. It’s up to me now to show you that you made the right call. And you better believe I’ll give it my all to do that.”
She will, no doubt. And me too. They're going to be expecting me to be worthy of the promotion and the title, or that temporary part will be just that. Temporary.
She was still happy beyond belief, but the weight of her new responsibilities hit her. There were going to be quite a few on the nursing staff who would resent her over it, and the nurse knew that she would just have to deal with it. And them. She hadn't gotten many of the dirty looks and snide comments on the Artemis that she had in the Academy, but this was bound to throw fuel on that fire. Oh well.
You can't afford to be Little-Miss-Sunshine anymore. Part of your job will be to stop problems from reaching the CMO, to deal with the office politics and issues of the nurses before they become problems. But Doctor Tyrol thinks you can do it, and so does Nurse Ruston. (The newly-minted Lieutenant Junior Grade was still floored by that.) And I don't think I'm going to be able to mimic Ruston's 'bother-me-and-I'll-destroy-you' style of management. Well, that's a problem for Future Robin. Right now I'm just going to enjoy this.
== Tag y'all ==
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Jasmine offered a smile as both newly promoted officers assured her that not only was her faith not misplaced but that they would rise to meet her expectations. Over the years of being first a senior enlisted marine before clawing her way into the officer ranks within the green cartel, she had had the privilege of promote many enlisted and officers and it was one of the tasks she had enjoyed. Yes, sometimes promoting people meant elevating an ******* that would let power go to their head -- it was an unfortunately unavoidable part of service because there were power tripping idiots in every field -- but there was nothing quite like seeing someone glow with the knowledge that not only did someone believe in them but someone trusted them enough to give them a chance to prove themselves further. In this instance, there would be inevitable growing pains but they were not insurmountable for either officer., or she hoped.
"I have complete faith that both of you will live up to my expectations and will not let me down," the raven haired doctor reassured both of them with a smile before becoming a little more serious. "I want to meet with both of you in about a week to check in on how you are adapting to the new responsibilities and whether any adjustments need to be made."
"In the mean time, my door is always open if you need advice or have concerns. This will be a big adjustment and there will be speed bumps -- that is to be expected -- but communication is how we keep the speed bumps from becoming catastrophic mishaps."
The CMO shifted forward in her chair, folding her hands on her desk. "Now, before I release you to begin diving into your new responsibilities and wielding that new authority, do y'all have any questions for me?"
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Mayfair spoke up first, providing the answer that Tyrol honestly expected. After all, neither had expected this development and likely would need time to process it before the weight of the pips and the gravity of their new responsibilities were fully felt. More than likely, she'd be fielding questions from both of them in no time but for now, she was content to let them bask in the warmth of accomplishment.
“Erm…” Sydesh shrugged over-dramatically, broad shoulders rising. “So many. But frankly nothing I don’t already know the answer to, ma’am. I just hope I don’t make you regret that open door is all.”
The CMO offered a rare grin. "If you do, I'll just stop answering the door so I wouldn't worry about that," she quipped before letting the grin settle back into a more natural smile.
"Well, since you both have a handle on your new ranks and positions, I will release you back into the wild to get right to work. But... as I said, if you need anything, y'all know where to find me," Jasmine reminded, even as she made a motion signaling that they were both dismissed.
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"Thank you, Doctor." Robin stood up and waited a moment for Beka before leaving. When the door closed she stood there for a moment, before she gave her friend a mock shocked look. "Well, that was unexpected," she said to the redhead. She stared at the small case in her hand before taking the black pip out of it and pinning it to her uniform. "Guess it's official, now. High five, Ensign." She held up her hand as she smiled at her newly-promoted friend.
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==One week later==
It was an average day in the Artemis' Sickbay; routine appointments mostly, a few bumps and scrapes from those in the Engineering and Security professions, but nothing major. The latest Midshipmen to report were doing inventory, supervised by recently-promoted junior officers as part of their continued training, when the ship seemed to buck like a burned mule, sending supplies clattering to the floor and those unfortunate enough to be standing sprawling.
The lights flickered briefly, then restored themselves. Whatever had happened, the ship was no longer at warp.
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== Current time ==
Robin leaned back in her chair at the Nurse's Station and then stretched her arms over her head, trying to get a little blood flowing. She'd been going through the personnel records of the nurses she was now responsible for, trying to get a read on her new staff. They were an interesting lot, as the new Head Nurse knew. She just hadn't known how interesting. She eyed the notes on her terminal that her predecessor, Nurse Ruston, had written. Ruston's style was as blunt as she had expected, cynical and often raw. She'd written some advice for Robin in addition to the brusque "You'll do fine" pep-talk she had given before departing.
She read silently to herself: "Girald and Pentrex Keh: Under no circumstances should these two hotheads be on a shift together. Each thinks they run sickbay, and they loathe each other. Keskatoth is having an affair with Redmont, and they think no one knows. I had to reprimand both for making out in the supply closet last month. Keep them on separate shifts. Broward is a decent nurse but is far too much of a gossip, even for Sickbay. I like Nalar (don't tell him I wrote that), but he needs to tone down the cheerful friendliness and show some restraint."
The notes went on, giving a bit of advice or scuttlebutt about every nurse in the Medical Complex. She smiled as she continued reading. "Don't think you're off the hook, Mayfair. You're too timid and want to get along with everyone. You can't. I think you've got the makings of a good officer and a great nurse, but in this job you're going to upset people. You have to, so don't be afraid to stand up."
I know, I know. She's not saying anything I haven't figured out. But knowing it and doing it are two different things.
She had already had a minor dust-up with one of her nurses when she refused to change the duty schedule. And her meeting with the nursing staff had been mixed. Some well-wishing, some shock, a lot of she's just a kid looks, and a few glares of near-open hostility. Broward in particular had been shooting daggers out of her eyes. If she was psionic she probably would have set me on fire with her mind. Robin expected trouble from her, but so far had gotten nothing but cold compliance with orders. She had known Broward wanted the job, but had underestimated just how much. She had been giving Doctor Tyrol the same nasty looks, but only behind her back.
The purple-haired nurse yawned, stretched again, and got up. Sickbay had been quiet, the usual bumps and bruises and complaints. The two Midshipmen doing inventory should have been almost done, but they were running slow. She turned to go talk to them when the ship lurched. Robin grabbed the chair she had been siting in and tried to steady herself, a bad idea as it twisted and she nearly fell anyway. Nalar, who had been scanning a patient with a nasty purple bruise on her left arm, fell over with a curse that Robin hadn't expected from the jovial Bolian. His patient, thankfully, stayed on the biobed, gripping it tightly.
The lights flickered briefly, but came on in a moment. The young Augment had a flashback to when the Artemis had been forced out of Slipstream, but this wasn't nearly as bad. So far the bridge hadn't even sounded an alert, though she was expecting it. I will never get used to that. All right, time for business.
"Everyone? I need the nurses and orderlies front and center unless you're attending to a patient." She waited a few moments while the on-duty staff gathered. "Is anyone injured? Nalar? How are ya' doing?" The Bolian smiled and waved her off, more embarrassed than anything else. "I'm not sure what that was, but we're probably going to have at least some casualties. Keskatoth, would you take Nurse's Reception? Nalar, you and I will work triage with the doctor on duty. Midshipman Cavelos, since you were already doing inventory, distribute medkits to everyone." She paused, considering.
Until patients start coming in or the ship goes on alert I'm not going to go overboard. Got to remember... these people know their jobs. Let them do them.
"Everyone else, just do what you were already doing until we know more."
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The first patients began to arrive quickly, bumps and bruises for the most part. One casualty of interest was a member of the Galley staff who had been badly scaled on his face and arms by a pot of boiling water that had been sent flying.
In addition to the walking wounded, requests for a decontamination team to treat mild to medium radiation exposure was received.
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[Crawford to Sickbay. We are experiencing neutron radiation spikes across the ship --they are currently being contained by force fields but we likely will begin seeing leakage if this continues. Please begin preparing radiation treatments and see if we have any information regarding neutron radiation exposure.]
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Keskatoth hadn't been sitting at the nurse's reception desk for a minute when the casualties began coming in. Thankfully, most had been minor, but as an ensign helped a scalded galley cook in the Saurian rose to her feet, running over to assist. "It's all right, we have you." The crewman had suffered significant burns over his face and arms by boiling water. The two helped the injured man over to a biobed in triage and got him up. The young crewman hissed in agony as he moved but was doing everything he could to put on a brave face.
Robin resisted the urge to run over and begin helping. She reminded herself that it was now her job to coordinate the nursing staff, not jump in every time someone was suffering. And she hated that feeling, but truth was that her nurses were more than capable of handling the situation. The burns were bad, but could be treated fairly easily. Even as she watched a doctor stepped up to the patient, running a medical tricorder over his arms and face before issuing an order for pain medication to Keskatoth. The Saurian Middie hesitated for a moment and looked at Robin, unsure whether she should assist in treatment or ask someone else to do so and resume her station, but the purple-haired Lieutenant smiled and nodded at her. Keskatoth smiled (an unnerving sight on a Saurian) and ran over to the medication cabinet, eager to assist the burned man.
Wow, that was me a couple months ago.
The newly-promoted Head Nurse turned to one of her staff. "T'sen, would you please take over at Reception?" The young Vulcan had just finished with a patient with a minor fracture and was free for the moment.
[Crawford to Sickbay. We are experiencing neutron radiation spikes across the ship - they are currently being contained by force fields but we likely will begin seeing leakage if this continues. Please begin preparing radiation treatments and see if we have any information regarding neutron radiation exposure.]
Neutron radiation was nasty, even as such things were measured. It was damaging in a much shorter dose than gamma or beta and could induce radioactivity in materials... and people. This was going to be a mess. The Artemis had isolation bays, but not enough if there was contamination all across the ship. Thankfully neutron radiation wasn't difficult to block with the right equipment (such as the force fields in the individual bays), but getting people in was going to be aproblem.
She tapped her combadge. "Sickbay to all nursing staff. Report to your duty stations." This was going to be an all-hands-on-deck situation, and she'd need to get nurses assigned to teams and properly equipped for decontamination and treatment.
Robin's friend Beka, herself newly promoted, was coordinating doctors. Doctor Tyrol had been in her office, but the nurse saw her heading towards the surgical bays. Uh oh. When she's moving like that it's something serious. Looks like you're in charge, Beka.
The doctor responded to the Bridge's message, and then headed in Robin's direction. Even on the way the augment heard the response from Beka's combadge, [On whose authority?]. She rolled her eyes, disgusted by Doctor Hreidarsson's response. Even now some doctors seemed to be more interested in who was in charge rather than what needed to be done. Beka wasn't having any of it, though, and bludgeoned him with sheer force of personality.
“Lieutenant Mayfair?” Beka said as she reached her friend. “Can you spare me a couple of nurses please? We’re getting calls of neutron radiation exposure and I want to set up some decontamination chambers in the medlabs. I think that’s our best bet to isolate patients as much as possible. Hopefully Engineering get it under control before it spreads.”
She was being formal, asking instead of ordering, and Robin appreciated it. Technically Robin outranked her, but ultimately it was the doctors who issued orders. Beka was showing respect. Robin smiled grimly at her and nodded. Being formal with rank came much easier to the young nurse than it did her wilder friend. She wondered sometimes if deference was baked into her DNA or if it was the result of her upbringing. "Of course, Doctor."
The Head Nurse began mentally going over the list of nurses with the most experience with radiation and decontamination procedures. Unfortunately, the Artemis had lost several such people to crew transfers. Briefly she wished Ruston was still available, but as the saying went 'you fight the battle with the troops you have.' Robin and Nalar had both been aboard the Artemis for the battle with the Borg, and both had hard-won experience with radiation treatment and decontamination. Nurse Ito had experience in the same battle aboard a different ship. Gentry was a Midshipman, but was a specialist in decontamination procedures and was cross-trained in engineering. That'd do, to start.
"Nalar and Ito?" she called out. "Would you come over here?" The two nurses, a jovial Bolian and a rather tall Japanese woman with her hair in a bun, reported shortly. "I'll need the two of you to work with Doctor Sydesh in setting up decontamination chambers in the medlabs. If you need anyone else pull them in. Get yourself set up and pull radiation kits."
She tapped her combadge again. "Mayfair to Gentry. When you get to Sickbay, please report to Doctor Sydesh."
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==Apologies for the delay, needed to clarify something.==
The transporter whined and two bodies were deposited on the emergency biobeds, engineering coveralls still covered in the remnants of decontamination gel. Both moaned faintly, in obvious agony despite the painkillers they had been administered by the first responders.
Though they had been decontaminated, both showed signs of acute radiation exposure. The shorter of the two, a burly Tellarite, had suffered severe damage to his corneas which was worsening with every passing minute; he would need emergency treatment and probably a transplant if his eyesight was to be saved. The taller, a gangly Vulcan, appeared to be bleeding through his very pores - as though his blood vessels were no longer designed to keep blood inside his body.
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As the two patients materialized on the biobed, Ensign Nalar's eyes widened. He tapped his combadge. "Nalar to Mayfair. Robin, you'd best come to the isolation bay."
Robin stood up, not liking the tone of Nalar's voice. He was normally so ridiculously cheery that he even grated on her nerves sometimes, and she tried to keep a generally sunny outward appearance. This, though... he sounded grim. She acknowledged his message, and then turned to T'sen. "Would you take over triage? Contact me if things get bad." Truth was that T'sen actually had seniority on the new head nurse and had run third shift for the last month before being moved to first by Ruston. The blond Vulcan was more than capable of handling the bumps and bruises that had come in, and merely responded with "Yes, Lieutenant" in the calm manner of her people. Robin headed to the isolation bay.
As soon as she arrived she saw the reason for Nalar's message. Crewman Bharr was laying on Biobed 2. He'd been a friend since shortly after the battle with the Borg Megasphere. The Tellarite engineer had been treated for a hand that had been burned clean off by a ruptured plasma conduit... and had kept working until the battle was over. He was surly, a complainer, and as blunt as any Tellarite she'd ever met, but she'd grown to like him. He'd even designed her Halloween costume's translucent effects. He gave off moan.
Oh jeez, how bad is it if he's making that noise?
"Thanks, Ensign," she said to Nalar. "Would you mind helping Doctor Sydesh?" The Vulcan on the next bed had apparently received a worse dose, and his green blood leaked out of his pores. Beka would have her hands full. "I'll get started on treatment, and yell if I need you." Nalar was a capable nurse and experienced with radiation injuries, but the last thing Bharr needed to hear was the Bolian's 'the sun'll come up tomorrow' cheerfulness. That sort of thing irritated the Tellarite even when he was well. She stepped into the isolation bay and took a look at the readouts on the biobed. Bharr had been decontaminated and wasn't himself radioactive (the nurse said a silent prayer of thanks), but was in considerable pain. His corneas were beyond help already. He would need surgery to replace them, but first things first.
"Bharr? It's Robin." She took a medkit off a cart and stepped up next to the bed, the isolation field humming briefly as she passed through it. She decided that her usual mildly friendly bedside manner wouldn't be appreciated by the Tellarite, and decided to be a bit more blunt. "Looks like you really stepped in it."
The engineer gave a short, barking laugh. "Huh, looks like, girlie." He grimaced. "Hurts. A lot. I can't see right. Everything's really blurry. Why can't I see?" There was an edge of panic in his voice, something the nurse had never heard from him. The engineer was tough.
"Radiation contamination. You took a big dose. Your corneas are shot, and they'll need to be replaced. Let me get you something for the pain, and then begin treatment."
The biobed indicated that the Tellarite had already been given hydrocortilene, and it just wasn't cutting it. No surprise... the medkits weren't designed to do anything more than treat basic symptoms. A larger dose of the drug wasn't recommended, even to a Tellarite, and likely wouldn't be enough. Robin turned to an orderly, Crewman Serksiss. "Would you fetch me a blanket, then go get Nurse Haley? She should be in Triage." As the Caitian pulled out a blanket with the Artemis logo, set it next to her, and then ran off. The purple-haired nurse pulled out a hypospray from the bag. Fortunately she'd treated Bharr on numerous occasions and didn't need to go over his records; he didn't have any medical allergies that she would need to worry about.
She leaned in close to the Tellarite. "You're not going to like this next part. Computer, beam Crewman Lharr's clothes away, then deconstruct them." He only had time to say "Wait, what?" before his gel-covered overalls vanished in a transporter beam. She quickly covered him with a blanket. "Sorry, but they'd been contaminated." He grunted at her, annoyed and embarrassed despite his pain.
"You could have warned me, girlie."
The nurse ignored his complaint, setting the hypospray for 15ccs of triptacederine. It was stronger than hydrocortilene, and hopefully would relieve the engineer's agony. Anything stronger would need a doctor's permission. Applying it to his neck, she said "Give it a minute." He grunted again. "If this doesn't work I'll see if I have any whiskey." He grimaced.
"So I gotta get new eyes? I'm not even used to my new hand. Huh, by the time I leave this ship there isn't gonna be any part of me that's original."
She smiled at him, a bit sadly. "Just corneas. They're actually fairly easy to surgically replace; it's called penetrating keratoplasty. We'll get you set up as soon as we can." The augment turned to the monitors. The neutron radiation damage was serious; his deteriorating vision was causing the most distress to him but was hardly the biggest issue. She set her hypospray for 10cc hyronalin, a standard treatment for severe radiation poisoning. She applied it, then checked the monitors again.
Hope this is enough.
== GM input please: How does Bharr respond to the painkillers and medication? ==
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The painkillers and medication seemed to be working, but the man was still in pain. He'd received a significant dose of the radiation, somewhere between 5 and 10Gy, and repeated treatments would be required before he was anything remotely close to comfortable again. However these treatments would need to be carefully monitored - too close, and he'd suffer the side-effects of over-medication; too far apart and the medication would barely be helpful.
As it often was with acute radiation poisoning, it was a kill or cure approach...
The Vulcan was exposed to a severe dose of Neutron Radiation, an estimated dose of 20Gy, which had penetrated his clothes and had already begun destroying the cells closest to the epidermis. The computer took a moment to identify the man as T'vren, a new transfer with no prior medical conditions. Unfortunately for poor T'vren, he was losing blood as quickly as it was being pumped into him, and the treatments with them.
An alarm sounded; T'vren's electrolyte levels were destabilizing, and his body temperature was rising to critical levels.
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Robin checked the biobed's readouts. The hyronalin had an initial effect, but this sort of treatment would take time and would have to be monitored closely. She mentally went over the medication's standard treatment regimen for a 5-10Gy ionizing radiation exposure, then did some mental math based on Bharr's weight, her augmented mind crunching the numbers almost instantly. The first three treatments would have to be spaced 45 minutes apart, then three more at 90 minutes. After that, if the patient responded well, the medication could be reduced to three hours, then that time extended. If. Radiation exposure was touchy to treat at the best of times, and even with the advancements of 25th century medicine there were no guarantees. The damage it could do was just too extensive.
"How are you feeling?" the nurse said to her friend, leaning over him, a bit of a sad smile on her face. He couldn't see that, and wouldn't have approved in any case.
The Tellarite pushed back into the biobed's cushions and let out a breath. "Better. A bit better. Less pain. Don't suppose you could give me another shot of that?"
"'Fraid not," she said, her slight southern accent slipping through. "Not yet, in any case. Triptacederine is some powerful stuff. I can in two hours, and if the current dose isn't doing it I can increase to 20ccs with a doctor's permission."
The engineer grunted. "It's fine. I'll deal. Been hurt a lot worse, y'know." Robin chuckled lightly at that; she knew it. "How's T'vren? **** annoying fool Vulcan saved my life. I was in Junction 11 working on a power coupling when there was this... boom. Reminded me of the Borg battle. Then a sort of tearing sound, and for a second I thought I was being pulled out into space. Got knocked against a wall, hit my head." He pointed to a bandage on his scalp that had been applied by the medical team that had responded. "Then, out of nowhere, here comes T'vren. He just grabbed me and dragged me out of the corridor." Bharr coughed, and the effort obviously hurt at least a little.
Robin shuddered. She still had nightmares about that battle, about nearly being blown out into space when the Medical Complex had been breached by a Borg plasma beam. She turned to see where Beka's team was frantically working on the Vulcan. There was green blood everywhere, and even as she looked the alarm sounded; he was critical.
"He's... he's being treated," she said. "Beka Sydesh is working on him. She's the best. And she's got a good team with her."
Bharr could hear the tone of her voice and didn't ask further. He just nodded. "Sydesh, eh? She's a looker. Well, I mean, she's not as ugly as most of you humans are." He gave a bit of an evil smile despite his discomfort. He clearly decided to change the subject. "So how long am I going to be here?"
The purple-haired nurse stood, checking readouts on the bed again. "Don't make any plans. If you respond well to the radiation treatments a week. Best case, and don't count on that. Then another week in your quarters on medical leave, recuperating. And then we can look at surgery for your eyes. So you're going to be off duty for three weeks, likely, if everything goes well."
"Shraktrat," he said, cursing in his native language. "Three weeks?"
"The ship's got a hole in it. I have work to do." His mood had soured, but there wasn't anything to be done. The nurse was being realistic, and it would likely be a longer recovery.
Robin shook her head. "Not anymore, you don't."
The nurse turned to watch Beka frantically working to save T'vren, and gave a silent prayer.
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For a few moments, the treatment seemed to be working; the blood flowing from the affected area slowed and the surviving blood vessels seemed to begin to show some signs of strengthening. T'vren's temperature was still alarmingly high, even for a Vulcan, but was no longer climbing thanks to the cold packs being packed in around him.
An alarm sounded near the top of the biobed and T'vren convulsed violently, watery green fluid dribbled from his nose and between his lips as the cells in his trachea and lungs began to haemorrhage.
Posted Star Date 22104.18 @ 02:31 (02:31 AM)
Robin stole another glance at the biobed's readouts, though she wondered why she was doing so. Stop it, she thought. Progress in the treatment was going to take time, and only minutes had passed. Perhaps it was to take her mind off what was happening with T'vren. The purple-haired nurse prepared an IV, and then began swabbing Bharr's arm and feeling for a vein. Tellarite veins were often deep, and IVs hurt. The painkillers the engineer was on would blunt most of that, but she always felt terrible inflicting pain on patients. He was going to need fluids; dehydration was a common effect of radiation poisoning.
"I'm going to hook you up with an IV, Bharr. Can you straighten your arm a little more?" A vein obligingly presented itself, and she swiftly inserted the needle and finished the setup. "Hope that wasn't too bad. I hate getting those, myself."
The Tellarite just gave a neutral grunt. Robin wasn't sure he'd even really felt it.
"Do you feel nauseous? Is the pain localized?" She was trying to gauge his reactions and keep him talking to take his mind off the pain, but the conversation was for her benefit as well.
Nurse Haley came in, a slightly heavyset straw-blond young woman. A notorious partier, Haley looked a bit worn out and hung over. There hadn't been any notes about a drinking problem in Ruston's notes, but the new head nurse had to wonder about it. Haley seemed to be hung over a lot. Still, she did her job, didn't complain overly, and hadn't given Robin any trouble thus far. "What did you need, Lieutenant?" she asked, a thick New Jersey accent combining with a nasal voice to make her sound slightly comical.
Robin was about to answer when the alarm sounded at T'vren's bed. The Vulcan began convulsing. She desperately wanted to run over and help Beka, but it wasn't her place... and she already had a patient. Bharr's treatment was going to be a much slower affair, and he wasn't in any immediate danger. A few weeks ago she probably would have handed him off to Haley and began assisting Beka. That would undermine the doctor's authority, as well as show a lack of confidence in the team she'd given Beka. Still, there was something she could do.
"I need you to assist Doctor Sydesh's team," she said as if that had been her plan all along. "They're going to need everyone just to keep their patient alive, so you're on supply duty. Short term they'll need more coldpacks, so grab as many from Supply as you can. Replicate them if you have to, but just keep them coming. Any other supplies or equipment they need, get it so they don't have to leave their patient. Don't get in their way, but stay near."
Haley nodded, looking a little green herself at the sight of T'vren's convulsing body, covered in his green blood. Nurses weren't squeamish, but it was a gruesome sight. The blond nurse put on her best brave face and said "Got it, ell-tee." She headed rapidly off towards the supply room, grabbing a cart on the way and nearly running over an orderly in the process. "Coming through! Clear a path!" she yelled belatedly.
She turned back to Bharr. The Tellarite grimaced, and then asked "How bad is it? The Vulcan, I mean?"
The nurse leaned in a bit, not wanting to speak too loudly. She wasn't going to sugarcoat it. Bharr respected honestly and forthrightness. "It's bad," she said, her voice breaking a little despite her attempt to appear stoic. "He took at least double your dose, likely more. He's bleeding from... everywhere. They're doing everything they can." The Tellarite just nodded grimly.
She wasn't sure the Vulcan could be saved, but Beka was giving it her all. Robin couldn't help but admire how she managed her team like a symphony conductor. The redhead was in her element.
Edited by Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair, Star Date 22104.18 @ 02:33 (02:33 AM).
Posted Star Date 22104.18 @ 22:06 (10:06 PM)
Posted Star Date 22104.19 @ 13:25 (01:25 PM)
Against the odds, the treatment appeared to be at least marginally successful. The cellular decay was halted, the bleeding slowed and the Vulcan's respiration stabilised to a weak-but-steady pace. The repair to the damage would take days of intensive therapy, but for now he was no longer in any danger of immediate cardiovascular collapse.
There was still lots to do, however, and the prognosis for young T'vren's survival remained grave.
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Posted Star Date 22104.22 @ 22:47 (10:47 PM)
“Hey Lieutenant,” Beka said with a warm smile on her lips. “How’s Bharr doing? You need anything? Well. Once I’ve cleaned up, anyway.”
Robin had been noting Beka's progress while she attended to Bharr, and had been deeply impressed. She wasn't sure any other doctor, aside from Tyrol, could have pulled off saving the Vulcan. Some might not have even tried, simply assuming that he was a lost cause. Bharr was still laying on the biobed, quietly. His next hyronalin treatment was still a few minutes away. She was about to answer when Bharr spoke up.
"Doin' fine, Doc. Can't see you 'cept for a big blur, though. Can't say I'm happy about that." His voice was rough, even more so than normal.
The purple-haired Augment shook her head. "Hush," she said with a bit of an eye roll, though she wasn't actually annoyed at her friend. "I'm the nurse. Just lay there quietly for a minute." Bharr was a complainer, and would keep going unless she cut him off. She straightened herself and went into 'report to the doctor' mode, all business for the moment.
"Bharr was exposed to 5-10Gy of neutron radiation at the same time that T'vren was, though he was apparently farther away and his exposure time was shorter. I administered 10cc hyronalin 42 minutes ago. The next dose is due in three minutes." Beka would know that, of course, but Robin prided herself on being thorough. "He's responding to the treatment, but it's still early. 15ccs of triptacederine was administered at the same time, which has reduced the pain but not eliminated it. Can I get your permission to increase to 20ccs for the next dose?" She paused, waiting for Beka's answer, and then continued.
"Damage to his corneas is extensive." She swung the monitor over so Beka could get a clear view of his readouts, and then called up the scans of his eyes. "Left eye shows an 80% loss, right eye 95%. Other vitals are stable." She pulled up the other readouts so the red headed doctor could see them. Robin didn't want to keep Beka too long so she could get cleaned up, but she also desperately wanted to congratulate her friend.
Bharr had had enough, though, and wasn't going to stay silent anymore. "Mayfair here's been keepin' me up to date on how you did with T'vren, Doc. That Vulcan saved my life. Thanks for savin' his." It was as close to an expression of gratitude as the gruff Tellarite was able to give. "I owe you."
With the official report out of the way, Robin grinned. "Beka, that was amazing. Sounds like you even surprised yourself." Her enhanced hearing had heard her friend's murmured words of surprise as she had realized that her patient was going to live. "I mean, seriously, I..." She was at a loss for words. "Anyway, we're OK for the moment." She began preparing the next anti-radiation dose for the Tellarite engineer. "We haven't had any more radiation exposure cases come in, thank God."
I'd give real money to know what was going on, though. Has the ship been attacked?
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Posted Star Date 22104.24 @ 00:03 (12:03 AM)
Posted Star Date 22104.26 @ 13:18 (01:18 PM)
With T'vren wheeled away to the ICU and a decontamination team entering Sickbay to scrub down the areas that had been used to treat irradiated patients, the medical team was stood down from immediate readiness to standby - there were no more reported casualties to be dealt with, but with the ship still at Red Alert, there was no leaving their duty post.
Posted Star Date 22104.28 @ 01:30 (01:30 AM)
Beka's overheard conversation with her roommate Nat was disturbing. Okehampton was clearly worried, and the warning she gave didn't fill the nurse with confidence.
She turned to her Tellarite friend. "Bharr, I've got to take care of my duties, all right? Your next dose of triptacederine is due in a bit more than an hour. It should make you more comfortable."
Bharr laughed, a low resigned laugh that showed he accepted the situation for what it was. "Fine, girlie. I don't need a babysitter. You run along and do your thing. Looks like I'm not going anywhere for a while, anyway."
"Thanks," the young Lieutenant said. She put her hand on his forehead as a show of support and smiled at her friend. "Nurse Haley will be here to take care of whatever you need. I'll see you later." She motioned the blond woman over. "Haley, would you mind taking over? Doctor Sydesh has authorized an increase to 20ccs of triptacederine for the next dose. Continue monitoring his hyronalin treatment in ICU, and let me know if there's any change. And would you mind getting some night clothes for Bharr? He's going to be there for a while." Haley nodded with a bit of a smirk. "You got it, boss." The nurse wasn't formal at all, rarely referring to officers by their rank or title, and Robin wondered what the protocol was. Ruston certainly hadn't tolerated being addressed as 'boss' or anything of the sort. She had expected to be addressed by rank or title. Robin had jokingly referred to Beka as 'boss' on the colony, but they had both been Middies on their first mission, and they were friends.
It's whatever I decide it is. I'm in charge of the nurses now... and I'm sure not going to be able to pull off the 'prickly old head nurse' bit for another few decades, if ever. Try that and they're going to think I'm some sort of prissy martinet, and there's already enough resentment among the staff as it is. I feel like the kid in school who's been jumped ahead a couple grades.
The thought gave her pause. Back on Iota Tau, she had been that kid. She laughed inwardly. The Augment had been attending the colony's miserable little high school by age 10, and even before that had been smaller and weaker than the rest of the children of her own age. High school had been a constant struggle to dodge bullies, and she'd still been bored out of her mind by the classes. Younger than anyone else there, tiny and skinny with weird purple hair and eyes (the product of her genetic engineering), the girl had practically had a target painted on her back from the first day. She had to admit it was likely another reason she'd ran away.
Robin decided to let it go. As long as nurses respected her rank and followed orders it wasn't important. The purple-eyed nurse was too formal and stiff with superior officers, and she knew it. The proverbial shoe was on the other foot now, and she wasn't quite sure how to handle it. Better to maintain an informal and friendly attitude among the staff, let them know she valued them... but be ready to bite their heads off if they stepped out of line, much like she'd seen her friend Beka do. Speaking of...
The redheaded doctor had stepped into the Doctor's Lounge and was pulling on a new tunic to replace the one stained with green blood. "Hey, Beka, thanks for the compliment, by the way." She wasn't going to mention how her friend has turned beet red at the praise she'd gotten. "It makes me look good in front of my crew, too," she said with a laugh.
But her attitude turned serious. "I heard what Okehampton said. Are you as creeped out as I am? From what I gathered from Bharr, there was more than one. The first one breached the hull and cause the radiation exposure. If that second one goes off..." The words trailed off. Beka knew full well what could happen.
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Posted Star Date 22105.01 @ 21:13 (09:13 PM)
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Posted Star Date 22105.03 @ 14:26 (02:26 PM)
Poor T'vren remained in the ICU undergoing treatment for his acute radiation poisoning. Bharr had been moved to a general ward where he could be monitored for any side-effects from his own exposure.
Sickbay's latest patient, secluded in a private room, was poor Specialist Tegg. The once happy-go-lucky Denobulan had seemingly undergone a complete mental breakdown from which recovery would be a slow and difficult process.
Posted Star Date 22105.04 @ 21:20 (09:20 PM)
Posted Star Date 22105.05 @ 01:36 (01:36 AM)
Robin showed up for her shift bright-eyed and bushy tailed. Well, OK, she was awake, and the coffee she had in her hand was helping somewhat. It had been another rough night's sleep, but she couldn't pin down why, exactly. It wasn't the bad dreams she sometimes suffered, just a general worry that kept her tossing and turning all night. She looked tired, and she knew it.
She began making her rounds, speaking to the nurses and getting status reports on the few patients who were in the Medical Complex. She wanted to go and see Bharr, but the situation likely wasn't any different. His radiation treatment was effective and deterioration of his eyes had stopped... for all the good it did. He could barely see anything at all now, not even the blurs he'd seen after his exposure. And it was going to be a while before he could be operated on to restore his sight. Robin visited him every day even outside of her normal duties. He needed someone to talk to, to complain to, and she could at least be a sympathetic ear.
Having gotten feedback from her staff the young Head Nurse settled in at the primary nurse station to fill out reports and issue assignments for upcoming shifts. She'd just began the tedious task when she was startled by a loud crash coming from Triage. It was followed by the voice of Ensign Broward, screaming at someone.
"You idiot! I've told you over and over again to watch where you were going! Are you blind, you ****ing Middie?"
The purple-eyed Lieutenant was up and heading through the door before the last word was finished. Broward was standing in the middle of the ward, her uniform covered in the remains of what looked to be a chocolate breakfast shake. At her feet was the tray of medical instruments a shocked Midshipman Gentry had apparently been holding a moment before, its contents scattered.
Broward was in full fury mode, not paying the slightest attention to the other medical personnel staring at the situation. "Keep it up and you are never going to make it on this ship! I swear I'm going to..."
Robin interrupted. "All right, this needs to stop. Right now," she said firmly.
Broward wheeled on her, the anger in her eyes showing that she was about to lash out at a new target. Robin met her gaze firmly, purple eyes meeting brown, and Broward cut off the remark that she'd been about to utter. The blond Ensign had nearly a foot of height on the short, slight Lieutenant, and Robin had to look up to stare her in the face. With deliberate (and reluctant) effort Broward steadied herself and ungritted her teeth. The Ensign glared at the Head Nurse for a moment. It was well known that she couldn't stand Robin, and the Augment's recent promotion and new position had turned a general dislike into a seething hatred that Broward was barely able to disguise.
Before Broward could say anything Robin spoke. Her voice was steady... or at least she hoped it was. "This is a Sickbay." She emphasized the word deliberately. "We have patients here, and they can hear this throughout the complex. I expect better behavior than... than this. Gentry, clean this mess up and fetch a new tunic for Nurse Broward. I'll speak to you later. Broward, we're going to talk right now. Med Lab 1 is empty right now, we'll speak there."
The purple-haired nurse could almost see the daggers shooting out of Broward's eyes, but the Ensign complied. She walked out of the ward quickly and stiffly, not looking at the Head Nurse.
I really didn't need this today. Or any day. Screwing up her courage, the young nurse gave herself a mental pep talk and followed.
Broward was standing next to a lab table when Robin entered. Before the Lieutenant could say a word, before the door could even slide closed, Broward started talking. She was practically spitting her words. "Look, he ran in to me, and it's not the first time. He's always..."
Robin cut her off, raising her hand. "Stop. Just stop." Broward choked back her next words, clearly on a tear but unwilling to engage in insubordination. She had the air of a petulant teenager, of someone used to getting their own way. "Broward, I don't care what Gentry did or how often he's done it. Screaming like that in the middle of Sickbay is utterly unacceptable. That behavior is on you. You're a professional, so you need to act like it."
Broward stood up straight, pulling herself up to her nearly six foot height. "Permission to speak freely?" she said, her voice dripping with contempt.
Oh God, here it comes. She's been like a raw nerve for weeks now. Let's get this over with.
"Granted," Robin said evenly, doing her best to convey no emotion.
"You aren't ready for this job. You may be Tyrol's pet, you may have suckered Ruston, but you're just a fresh out of the Academy nurse with almost no experience. Six months ago you were just a ****ing cadet. Gentry wouldn't be running around like that if I'd gotten the position. I earned it. I've been on this ship since it launched, and I'm still an Ensign. You show up here and suddenly you're the golden girl. Why? I think I know."
"Do you?" Robin said coldly. "By all means, go on."
Ruston was gathering momentum, pouring out every complaint she'd had... and not just about being passed over for promotion. "It's like the rules don't apply to you. I know how you got into Star Fleet Academy. They weren't going to let you in, but 'no' wasn't good enough for you. You threatened to take them to ****ing court. You've been treated like you're special ever since you joined up."
Robin met her gaze again, her anger growing. She didn't have to justify herself, but part of her felt almost compelled to do so. And as long as they were speaking freely... "I did. And I don't have any regrets. Understand this: I earned my place. I passed my classes, earned my degree, and earned my place on this ship. Doctor Tyrol and Nurse Ruston thought I could do this job, and so I'm doing it as well as I can. Whether you agree with them is irrelevant, because I'm the Head Nurse and I'm telling you that I expect you to behave professionally. If there's another outburst like that I'm going to issue a reprimand that will go on your record." Inside the Augment was seething, but she kept her voice steady. "If my presence offends you then I can transfer you to a different shift so you won't have to deal with me."
Broward nodded. "Yeah. I'd like that." The contempt was still in her voice, but she was keeping it to at least an outward minimum.
The young Lieutenant nodded back, slightly. As far as she was concerned the argument was over. There was nothing to be gained by continuing it, and maybe Broward would behave better now that' she'd gotten it off her chest and didn't have to see the Head Nurse every day. Despite her anger, Robin was sympathetic. It burned Broward every time she had to deal with the person in the job she thought she deserved, a slip of a girl promoted over her. It didn't help that the Robin looked much younger than her actual age. "Fine. I'll transfer you to second shift. Dismissed."
Broward turned stiffly and headed out the door. As it slid open she mumbled something, words that wouldn't be audible to someone standing right next to her. "Augment freak."
Robin's eyes widened and she gasped. Broward stopped at the noise, and turned to see the cold anger on the Head Nurse's face. "Broward. Step back in." The Ensign was confused for a moment but complied. "One thing about being enhanced is that my senses are ridiculously sharp. I've heard what you've said about me in the past but there wasn't any point in confronting you about it. You were even doing it when you outranked me. But let's get this straight... watch your language. You get me, Ensign? I don't care if you hate me or not, but you're going to show me respect, and if I ever hear anything like that from you again, even a whisper, you'll regret it. Understand?" Robin was generally a friendly go-along-to-get-along person, and she hated conflict, but when pushed she could push back and hard. She joked inwardly that maybe she had a few Khan genes that liked to assert themselves every once in a while.
Broward started to stammer. "Permission to speak..."
"Denied. Do. You. Understand?"
Broward nodded. "Yes, sir."
"Dismissed." This time Broward left without even a muttered word.
Robin sat at the desk in the lab and put her head in her hands. The anger was leaving as quickly as it had risen, and all that was left was a feeling of shock and depression. She sniffed, and the tears came. Don't go out there yet. Don't let her see you like this, or any of them. Weak little girl.
Posted Star Date 22105.06 @ 21:42 (09:42 PM)
Posted Star Date 22105.06 @ 23:56 (11:56 PM)
As Robin wiped her tears and tried to center herself the door slid open again, and the not-unexpected figure of Beka Sydesh stepped in. Beka had heard (and maybe seen) Broward berating the shocked Midshipman Gentry. They'd likely heard her in the Alpha Quadrant, and had come to check in and see how her friend was doing. Robin was torn. She wanted to put on a brave face, act like the confrontation and Broward's muttered slur hadn't hurt her, but they had. Especially Broward's contemptuous words.
“Hey you,” Beka said as she darkened the window. “You look like you need a friend right now, and I’m told I give great hugs. How about it?”
Robin was out of her chair in a heartbeat, grabbing Beka in a deep hug. The tears came again, and she cursed herself for losing control. The nurse wanted to be like her in times like this so badly. She's seen the red-headed doctor in numerous confrontations and Beka always came out on top, hitting back with words (and occasionally more, though Robin hadn't seen that in person) and showing just how little she cared about what others thought of her. Beka had to be tough, because if she hadn't been she wouldn't have survived.
After a moment she sniffed and loosened the hug, though she didn't let go immediately. The purple-haired nurse took a deep breath.
"Thanks, Beka. You're so right. I do. Badly. **** it, I thought I had a handle on it." The curse (mild as it was) came out before the conservative-raised farmgirl could stop it. She never cussed. "I was angry, but I thought I'd reached an understanding with that..." She stopped. "But she just had to say it. She just had to go there. She didn't think I could hear it, but I did." The emotion was welling up again, and she fought to beat it back down. "I always hear it. Six years at the Academy, six years of quiet insults behind my back, and I never said anything. I just took it, because I didn't want to make a scene. I know I'm not supposed to care, but I do."
The young Lieutenant released her friend, but only stepped a foot to her side and leaned against a lab table. She felt like she was wallowing in self-pity, and wondered if Beka thought she was weak. The redhead was her best friend, but she'd been through so much that Robin would never understand. Words. They were just words. Beka had been in knife fights. She'd beaten the crap out of pirates trying to assault her. The nurse was angry at herself for treating the words as if they mattered. Broward was a nasty piece of work, but the universe was full of Browards, and she knew it.
Robin suddenly realized that Beka didn't likely know what she was talking about, hadn't heard the slur that Broward had uttered. "Augment freak." she said miserably, by way of explanation.
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