AT/D08 - Medical Complex
Posted Star Date 22105.08 @ 22:22 (10:22 PM)
Posted Star Date 22105.09 @ 01:09 (01:09 AM)
"Girl Who Sings at Kazon” got a genuine laugh out of Robin and punctured the bubble of self-pity she'd been in. She wiped away the new tears and felt a bit better. Beka's words were exactly what she needed, as much as the hug. She took another deep breath, closed her eyes, and focused herself for a moment. The feeling of depression was still there, of course, but she felt like she could manage it better with her friend's help. Beka was right, too. She really did try to help people, to be there for others when they were suffering. It was the reason she'd gotten into this line of work.
"Honestly, I think that when I've gotten this out of my system I'll be the better for it. In a way, Broward did me a favor. It's the first time I've pushed back against something like that. In the past I pretended I hadn't heard the quiet insults, but she put my back against the wall. It's one thing to hear it in the Academy, but to hear it from someone who I now outrank? Yeah, there was no way I was going to let that slide. I'm hoping I put the fear of God into her, just a little. I don't think she's going to mess with me again, or think she can bully me."
She gripped Beka's hand tightly. "But it was a reminder that I'm never going to be free of the stigma entirely. The Artemis crew has been really accepting, but there are always going to be 'knuckle-dragging troglodytes' out there." The young nurse sighed, the tears having stopped. "It it what it is." Beka understood, of course... she had been judged by more than a few of the crew, insulted as a 'pirate,' and treated like absolute crap.
She gave her friend another hug. "Thanks. You've really, really helped. I think I'll be OK, now."
And since we're talking, maybe this is the time to bring something up. I haven't wanted to say anything until I had something to say, but I owe Beka big time. Maybe I can give her some hope. Or it might hurt more, since there's literally nothing either of us can do about it while we're on the other side of the galaxy from the Federation.
She turned so she could face her friend, and hesitated for a moment, trying to figure out how to change the subject... and whether she should. It could all be for nothing. "Beka... there's something I want to tell you, something I suspected the day we had our first talk in the lounge. I didn't want to say anything until I could give you something, because that's all I've got, suspicions. And we're stuck in the Delta Quadrant, so it's not like we can act on it." She stood up straight, hoping she wasn't hurting her friend. "You remember I told you that I stowed away on a freighter, the SS Triple Seven, when I left Iota Tau? When you told me your story that night something clicked... that ship had been part of the rescue effort on Eisnor, about a year before I 'joined' the crew."
The nurse steeled herself and continued. "I had been hoping against hope I could give you some information about your family, so I sent a message to Captain Cardon after the first subspace relays went up. He hadn't seen your folks, and the logs said they hadn't been aboard the ship during the rescue. It was a dead end, but I asked him to start digging. He has contacts all across the Federation, both legitimate and not-so-much. If there's anyone who can find the trail, it's him." She sighed again. "I hope you don't mind. It would mean the world to me if I could help you find your family. If you want I can give you his contact information. Maybe when we get back to the Alpha Quadrant we might have something to go on."
IF we get back. So far the mission isn't going well, and we don't even have Slipstream. Right now, without a functioning deflector we barely even have warp.
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Posted Star Date 22105.09 @ 18:42 (06:42 PM)
Posted Star Date 22105.09 @ 21:19 (09:19 PM)
Robin had tears in her eyes again as Beka told her story. "And that was one of the reasons I was so hesitant about saying anything, because for all this I really don't have anything to give you besides the name of someone who might know someone who might know someone who might know something. Maybe. The trail could be just as cold as it's always been, and all I've done is rip the bandages off. I'm really sorry, Beka. Maybe I shouldn't have brought it up at all, and probably not now. My timing's never been great." Beka was showing tears as well, clearly fighting for control. "I didn't want to hurt you, to open old wounds. I promise I didn't."
Beka's description of her family amused the young nurse, but it also hit home. Hard. She understood the feeling. Her friend had lost her family... Robin had abandoned hers. She'd run away in the middle of the night, sneaking on board the freighter as a stowaway, and had never said goodbye to her parents. Her mother and father couldn't have been more different than Beka's family. They were strict, quiet, religious, and often judgmental. And Robin missed them terribly. When the colony doctors and even the Federation itself had told them to give up and accept the inevitable death of their daughter they'd refused. They'd been willing to risk everything to save her, even knowing the price. In a way they had lost their daughter. The augment girl who'd returned with them to Iota Tau was a very different child than the one they'd left with, and not just physically. They'd tried to raise her as best they could, though in some ways she was a stranger.
She smiled at her friend, the sadness and self-pity finally banished now that she had something... someone... to focus on helping. Beka was right, this was what she was, a helper and a builder. "And you've got a deal. The moment we're back to the Alpha Quadrant we're going on shore leave. I think you'll like Captain Cardon. He's like an old swashbuckler from one of those 20th century movies, mixed with James T. Kirk. I've asked him to dig, even while we're out here, but anything you can send back will help. Family information, pictures, that sort of stuff."
"And I think I need to go back to Iota Tau when we're in the Federation. I've avoided my family situation for way too long. Did I tell you that I never called them in all the years in the Academy? Not once. I was terrified. They had refused to let me go, but the word 'no' never stopped me, and I was obsessed with seeing the stars. I'm not sure they even know I went to the Academy."
I'm not even sure they know I'm alive. The thought was dark, followed by a darker one. I don't even know if they're alive. I need to do this, even if they reject me. If something happens to me all they'll get is a letter from the Federation telling them their daughter died bravely in service, blah blah blah. Cold comfort.
She pushed the thought aside. "I don't know your family, but I have to believe they'd be proud. You're strong, and independent, and tough. You survived. You've already been given a position of authority on an expedition flagship. Maybe that wasn't the plan, but it's not like life follows anyone's plan. So how about we find out what our folks think of us?"
Robin smiled warmly at her friend. "I have to have faith."
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Edited by Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair, Star Date 22105.09 @ 21:22 (09:22 PM).
Posted Star Date 22105.10 @ 13:56 (01:56 PM)
Posted Star Date 22105.10 @ 15:26 (03:26 PM)
It had been a quiet, solitary decent from the bridge, as Jas would have expected at this time of night, until the turbolift began slowing a little short of her intended destination. A glance at the panel showed they were near Deck 5 and she anticipated either an engineer or a tactical officer to board the lift, having departed the shuttle bay or the computer core on routine duties.
However, her eyebrow raised just a little when it was one of her own, Ensign Deville with a medical kit slung over his shoulder, that boarded the lift. The tall, young man seemed to swallow deeply when he realized who his lift partner was and took a moment to decide whether setting his bag down might be a bad idea or not.
"How's the arm doing, Ronald?" She asked with a non-chalance that would have been more appropriate if she was asking him about the weather.
He looked down, hazel eyes examining his forearm as he made a show of clenching and uncle ching his first. "Better. Still a little tight in the long tendon but it's working well. Thank you... and I'm really sorry. "
The last statement was about all he had been able to repeat once he'd regained consciousness after she and R had preformed the repair. He'd remained in private recovery long enough to get blood back into him but then had been quietly sent off duty to recover from "food poisoning", which worked with how pale he'd looked. For the sake of discretion, she and Collister had handled sanitizing the room and while no one had asked anything of Jas, she had no doubt Nurse Collister, one of the older and senior enlisted nurses had stuck to the story.
"You ****** up. It happens and I'll bet my retirement that you'll be smart enough next time to not almost lose your arm again."
He grimaced but nodded. "It's the hard lessons that stick, I guess."
"I also have no plan to let you anywhere near anything point-y or laser-like without adult supervision fit some time so that should help, too. R will be super thrilled about that..."
There was a sigh and Jasmine could only guess the conversation that had occurred between master and apprentice. Likely R wanted to find a new apprentice but Jas would put her foot down; after all, R had put the young man in the position without the oversight for him to succeed.
"I still don't know why you all went through the effort to keep it quiet..." Deville mumbled, rubbing the back of his head with his hand.
"Because there are mistakes that can serve as object lessons for everyone and there's mistakes that won't. You nearly cutting off your hand isn't much of a teaching point and making it an advertised mistake won't get you much more than a very unfortunate nickname. Do you deserve the nickname? Probably but this isn't the marines. We don't flog people with their severed arms here until the second time it happens," she said, the doors opening right on time for her to step out with a grin to his own mouthed response.
As expected, Sickbay was just as quiet as everywhere else. She briefly peaked into Tegg's bay, noting that he was, at least, as comfortable as he could be. With that check done, her blue eyes moved around the room, not the lack of the normal faces. She knew R was somewhere about, likely working on research for his new project, but neither Sydesh nor Mayfair were anywhere to be seen. And neither were her lead PA or her next doctor.
Slow nights equal coffee breaks in the Fleet, I guess, she mused before considering that was a better possibility to finding any doctors and nurses hooking up in the examine rooms. That would lead to some flash backs to monitoring boots all over again.
With a slight shake of her head, the dark haired doctor moved towards the examine room hallway that would feed her into the lounge and more importantly the coffee machine.
Posted Star Date 22105.10 @ 21:04 (09:04 PM)
Beka was definitely still on an emotional roller coaster, and at this point there wasn't much else for Robin to say.
“OK. Let’s do this,” Beka said. “When we get back to the Alpha Quadrant, we’ve got some places to be. Visiting your family, and then trying to find mine. And we’ve got a lot to talk about over dinner sometime? But until then, we have work to do, because otherwise the boss is going to come looking for us and we’ve got some questions to answer about why we’re hiding in here. “You ready?” the redhead asked her friend as she prepared to open the door.
"Definitely," the nurse said. She was looking better, though her eyes were still a bit red and puffy. More importantly she was feeling more like her usual self and ready go get back to work. She still had to talk to Gentry, though it could wait a little while. Regardless of Broward's reprehensible behavior he had been the one who crashed into her, and it wasn't the first time he'd been warned to be careful in Sickbay. He seemed to think that if he didn't go everywhere and get everything done as fast as humanely possible he'd displease his superior officers. It still felt odd that she was now one of those superior officers, like wearing a coat that was stiff and didn't fit right.
Gives me something to grow into.
"Lead the way, Doctor Sydesh. Let's go see who needs to be put together this morning."
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Edited by Ens Beka Sydesh, Star Date 22105.10 @ 21:58 (09:58 PM).
Posted Star Date 22105.11 @ 01:34 (01:34 AM)
The woman's greeting was confident and sure footed, a far cry from the nervous bundle of energy from months before. However, while her report was thorough, the delivery and sheer amount of details still spoke of inexperience but she was growing.
“No urgent cases so for the most part the staff are finishing up paperwork or working on some bumps and bruises. Dr R had to leave the floor to see to something. There was a… uh… a disagreement amongst the nurses, but Lieutenant Mayfair has sorted it out. Did you want the floor back? Well. After coffee, anyway. Have to admit I need a bit of a pick-up too.”
I'm not sure you need more coffee, honey... she thought before deciding otherwise after a sideways glance at the young woman.
There was a lot to unpack in that particular report. She didn't need to ask about R, she knew where he was hiding. She wanted to ask about the nurses but was worried she'd find out that they were arguing about the newest soap opera. And that was the best case scenario about what they'd been arguing about.
"I'll take the floor back... after coffee," she said as they broke into the lounge and she bee-lined for the coffee maker.
She was quiet as she pulled a cup out of the cupboard above her head, pausing before she closed the door to grab a second cup. She gently set it on the counter next to her own cup before reaching for the carafe. She poured a generous amount into her own cup and then, poured coffee into the second cup, which she nudged in Beka's general direction.
"So, rough shift or have you come face to face with the monster that some call the First Year Burnout?" she asked as she set the carafe down and picked her own cup, which was exactly how she wanted out of the carafe.
To be entirely honest, she'd rather not ask the question. Not because she didn't care about her staff, she did, but she knew well that her method of handling issues wasn't exactly compatible with the softer elements of the Fleet. She didn't coddle, she wasn't overly soothing and she wasn't exactly comforting unless telling a soldier to get their ******* head on straight was acceptable these days.There was a reason she had joined the marines and a lot of it involved how she related to people.
However, sometimes, there wasn't a choice and frankly, Sydesh's smile was strained enough that she'd be insulting herself if she claimed she hadn't noticed.
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“As for your burnout, nowhere near yet,” Beka said. “There’s no way of saying this that doesn’t make me sound like a megalomaniac, but those tastes of authority, and working cases that test everything I have, and putting it all out there to save someone… I want more. And I say that knowing full well how dangerous it is to be saying it to my boss.”
As Sydesh continued speaking, Jasmine couldn't help the way her mind stuck to one particular part like mouse in molasses. It was one thing to say you appreciated the opportunity to develop leadership skills but there was an entirely different connotation when one discussed enjoying the "tastes" of authority. One involved shepherding subordinates through difficult situations and one, well, involved weilding power over others. She'd admit that she hadn't seen the usual red flags in Sydesh that were usually visible among the power hungry ladder climbs the Fleet unfortunately attracted but the red flag was certainly waving today, like an unmistakable guide for an incoming shuttle.
Hopefully, it was a matter of generational vernacular but from Jasmine's experience, she had yet to meet a worthy leader that wanted the authority, maybe the responsibility to make things better or maybe the chance to lead and develop others but not the power specifically. Hopefully, this wasn't the first sign of a more pervasive issue but she found these issues weren't usually visible until that first drip of responsibility was instilled.
However, whether it was or wasn't a possible issue, it wasn't something to address today. Much like power hunger didn't develop overnight, it wasn't cured overnight either. It was merely something she would need to watch for and address as/if it appeared.
"It’s learning the lessons from last time out too,” Sydesh added. “Not taking everything head-on. Knowing that I can never win everyone over, and that’s fine. There will always be people questioning why they should be listening to me, Ensign Whistler over here, and I can deal with that now.”
Jasmine wasn't entirely convinced that she believed that Sydesh had managed to master a skill that took most people years and years of desensitization to somewhat grasp but if the young woman had managed to make strides in not allowing the opinions of others to rock her, the older doctor would take it as a victory. It, at least, instilled some confidence, which was a good start for any young doctor... within reason, at least.
"Well, just remember that old habits aren't easily shook loose and there needs to be grace for yourself when there's a misstep. Because there will be... that's part of the process when it comes to growth," she mused before taking a sip of her coffee.
“How’s things with you, if I can ask that?” Beka said. “You seem even busier than you were when we left dock. Do you have many responsibilities over the other ships’ medical departments, like the Captain does as fleet commander? If there’s ever anything I can do to help, just say the word.”
"I appreciate the offer but this," she waved her hand, "is a vacation from my normal busy. If I wasn't worried about jinxing myself, I might even call it mundanely charming," she remarked with a small grin.
"But yes, I'm the ranking doctor. I'm consulted on all matters that would effect the taskforce, which keeps me busy. I also have my own research that's in its peak as far as time demand," she said with a half shrugging.
"And of course, there's..." she paused as she reminded herself that she was no longer lurking around the black corridors, which meant she couldn't be nearly as candid about her collateral duties for certain divisions of the Fleet. "Well, there's other projects that I have my hands in that probably should be a full time job, if I was a wiser individual."
The raven haired doctor hummed slightly. "Actually, learn from me.... you'll eventually reach a point in your career where the opportunities are endless. Don't be foolish like most of us are and assume your time and energy is just as endless. I know you want to do everything and you're powered by that spark of youth but if you don't protect that spark, you'll end up like most of the doctors at HQ. Most were capable and brilliant but they burned their wicks to the ground with that spark before they developed the wisdom to know when to reach for the water bucket."
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Robin had followed Beka out the door but had headed towards Intensive Care for a quick check-in. T'vren was responding to the treatment, his path towards recover safer but still far from over. It gave the Head Nurse time to mull over her decision to tell Beka what (little) she knew. It had thrown her friend for a loop, though she was doing her best to cover it up.
I really need to work on my timing.
But as the purple-haired Lieutenant spoke to the ICU nurse and checked readouts she found that she didn't really regret bringing it up. It had been eating at her for weeks, and she felt a sense of relief now that Beka was aware. How her friend felt, well, that was another matter entirely. Hayley was on shift and looked at Robin with a bit of curiosity as they spoke, but said nothing. Unusual, for her.
God, I hope I don't look that bad.
She headed for the wash room, splashed some water on her face, and checked herself in the mirror. Her eyes were still a bit red and puffy, but it wasn't too obvious that she'd had a crying fit. "Maybe I can claim I had an allergic reaction," she quietly joked to herself. She dried her face and headed out, because there was still work to do. The reports and rosters hadn't magically completed themselves while she'd been dealing with Broward. And she desperately wanted more coffee.
But that wasn't going to happen. Rounding the corner she saw Beka talking with Dr. Tyrol, standing near the Sickbay coffee machine, and decided she didn't want to get anywhere near. Beka needed some space and some time to think, and besides, seeing her talking with Tyrol was a good thing. She decided to just get a cup from the replicator in the Trauma Ward, and then settled in to her station to continue the tedious paperwork.
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[Crawford to Tyrol. We're at the station and it's empty. We're going to go explore it. Can you get JG Mayfair ready and down to the shuttlebay ASAP?]
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Robin had buried herself in paperwork. She never liked this aspect of the job, and now that she was Head Nurse there was more of it than ever before. Oddly enough, this time she was grateful for the duty roster she had just completed. It had kept her mind off the earlier difficulties with Broward, and also stopped her from worrying that she'd hurt Beka.
OK, that's done. Broward's on the next shift, and Ketree is on first. That'll make both of them happy, and I won't mind not seeing Broward very much either. Now I just need to finish the patient overview, pass it along to the next shift nurse, and I can go do something else. Fix someone's boo-boo. Give them some medical advice to ignore. Something like that. Nurse stuff.
Doctor Tyrol interrupted the thought, her blue eyes giving the nurse a once-over that indicated that she knew that something was up. "Nurse Mayfair, I have an assignment for you, assuming you are up for it? The captain has requested that you accompany an expedition to an empty repair station as a precaution. However, I can request Nurse Collister accompany if you are too... busy."
The purple-haired Lieutenant caught the hesitation in the doctor's voice, but there wasn't anything to be said. Robin was determined to act professional and justify the trust Tyrol had put in her when she was given the position.
The Captain asked for me? Yeah, not a chance I'd turn this assignment down. And I'm not going to let what happened earlier stop me from doing my job. Besides, I've been on this ship since we left the colony, and I'm feeling a little stir-crazy.
Granted, visiting an abandoned space station wasn't her idea of a great time (especially since seeing the movie "Alien" recently), but it would do.
The request actually brightened Robin up and she smiled. "It's fine, Doctor. I'll grab my kit and report. Are we transporting over?" She stood up and stepped over to the cabinet where primary medkits were stored. She reached on to the top shelf and pulled down her customized kit, something she'd worked on in the last few months. She'd added extra treatments for burns and radiation and a Medical Tricorder that had a faster processor. And some space for ration bars, since her metabolism required her to eat fairly frequently. "Are we transporting over?" she asked the raven-haired CMO as she flipped the Tricorder open and ran a diagnostic.
Better grab a sandwich on the way.
== Tag! ==
Edited by Lt (JG) Robin Mayfair, Star Date 22105.15 @ 23:35 (11:35 PM).
Posted Star Date 22105.16 @ 11:55 (11:55 AM)
== Just noticed the double "Are we transporting over" line. Gotta proofread better. Ignore, please. ==
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She was mentally working through how she'd fit that particular meeting into her schedule when she turned the corner into the lab section of the medical bay. There was a tiny hitch in her step as she registered Sydesh's presence, leaning against the wall with her arms crossed almost as if she was trying to mimic a bad boy from some terrible teen movie. The look was completed by the absolutely blank expression on the young doctor's face. In Jas' experience, with the exception of Vulcans, trained security professionals, a handful of the Grays and genuine cases of extreme PTSD, blank expression were not natural and generally announced the presence of some internal storm... because the department didn't already have enough emotional issues that she was discovering.
Never thought I'd miss the Greens for their emotions... two settings: angry and drunk. Easily dealt with, either way.
"Boy, I can just feel the enthusiasm rolling off of you, " Jasmime said dryly as she walked to the door and typed in the unlock code.
The unfortunate truth that Sydesh would have to accept was that research was part of the career progression of a doctor. It was expected from anyone that wanted to be more than just a line doctor, which included Sydesh and her apparent goals. Did Jasmine particularly like the emphasis on research that permeated the Fleet? No, especially when it was being emphasized so strongly to the cadets and doctor candidates but she was wise enough to understand that it was how one contributed to the community as a whole and for those with grander aspirations, it put their name on the map. However, Jasmine wondered if, in Sydesh's case, there wouldn't be an eventual clash between her aspirations, which would require her to buckle down on doctorly activities, and an observed need to be in the action, which was more befitting of a security paramedic than a full doctor.
Maybe I should have self-demoted to paramedic.... she thought as the door clicked and then, slid open.
The room was a tale of two different methods. On the one side, there was a meticulously clean and organized space, despite having numerous gear bags present. The other side was messy and seemingly unorganized despite not having nearly as many items.
Jasmine waved towards the chaos. "That's R's. He's doing something with a genetic abnormality in Bolian hearts. He enjoys the surgical side whereas I specialize in field medicine, particularly improvised," the raven haired doctor explained as she walked further into her side of the room to examine the blinking console that seemed to announce test results for something.
She let out a slight hum, clearly of satisfaction, before turning to look at Beka. "Look, I'm not going to keep you here longer than you want but it's my job to make sure you're at least exposed to this side of the job. Whether you choose to pursue it or even consider it, is entirely up to you. No one is going to sit here and hold your feet to the fire," the doctor said rather frankly, a tiny shrug emphasizing the statement.
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[Coleman to Sickbay. I have a crewman presenting with a rash, elevated heartrate and blood pressure, and maybe a bit of asthenia. Requesting an examination of Crewman Maxwell to be sure. I don’t think he is ambulatory, so a visit by someone who is free, or site-to-site transport might be the best option. Coleman standing by.]
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It would take a more targeted testing regiment with more targeted scans and sampling to investigate the more narrow functions of either system.
As for the dermatitis, it didn't appear to be spreading visibly. In fact, due to his clothing, it was impossible to determine if it had, in fact, grown in size since Sydesh had encountered him.
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With the exception of Sydesh's medical mystery in Iso Lab 1, the rest of Sickbay was quiet. They had yet to be informed that there might be a pressing need for supplies or resources and as such, the staff was going about their regularly scheduled business.
As such, when the doors to Sickbay slid open and an agitated Bolian nearly stumbled through, it had the attention of both nurses standing at the main nurse's station. It was their job to greet patients as they entered and determine their initial need. And this patient looked like he needed something, even if it might just be a good old fashioned sobering up.
However, the Bolian, a young Crewman wearing engineer gold, inadvertently jumped the line when he ran headlong into Doctor Tyrol as she was passing through the front half of Sickbay, presumably on her way to her office. His hand grabbed her arm rather forcefully as if he was attempting to stay up right. His eyes looked unfocused and glazed, even as he looked at the doctor.
"Doctor," he managed to croak out, his tongue coming out to lick his lips as if they were dry. He wheezed as he breathed in, seeming to have to pull hard to get his lungs filled.
A preliminary scan of the young man would identify him as Crewman Ladis. It would register his heart rate as high for a Bolian with his O2 levels on the very low end of normal.
== You seemed bored, Doc. Have a patient... everyone have a patient! ==
Posted Star Date 22107.18 @ 14:36 (02:36 PM)
Considering that the vivacious and normally slightly hyper redhead had only been on shift for the last couple of hours. She hadn't stopped since the second the doors had opened, not that she was complaining, even when it involved the less glamorous side of being a medical officer. Restocking supplies, cataloguing inventory, sanitising and cleaning were just some of the tasks she usually did and for the last hour, Mariella had been hands deep in sanitising fluid, sterilising equipment. In fact she was likely to whiff of said fluid, not exactly her usual brand of perfume.
Again it was nothing that a shower wouldn't resolve later and it at least smelled slightly better than some of the other fluids that she came in contact with. Whilst the redhead worked, she had listened to theories and conjecture surrounding their stop at this repair station. Having seen the devastation caused by the mine, Mariella was certainly hopeful. However until there was news carried on with her tasks, not once flinching when the yellow alert then sounded. Having no idea of the exact time or how long she had been working, didn't concern her as such and neither did the alert, having been used to them.
A certain mindset always took over at moments like this and would be ready to assist where needed. Such an opportunity arose, minutes later when she had finished with her task and asked by the second in command to check in on Dr Sydesh in Iso lab 1 and help if needed.
Mariella hadn't worked much with her fellow redhead so this was a chance to rectify that and help out in the process, with whatever was going on. Cleaning up, Mariella acknowledged the request and was soon on her way. Stopping respectfully to make herself known and not scare anyone, especially with Sydesh having a patient.
" Dr Sydesh, sorry for the interruption, I've been asked to check in and see if you need any help?".
== Tag Beka ==
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== Main Sickbay ==
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== Ensign Mariella Simpkins - Temp Medical NRC ==
Mariella wasn't one to obstruct or get in the way of a Doctor being busy or if her help was politely declined. However this wasn't one of those instances as she was greeted warmly and with a wolfish grin. Knowing that she was indeed needed, gave the redhead a slight pep in her step as the doors to the lab closed behind her. Smiling in response to the welcome that she had received, Mariella then gave Beka and the patient her full attention as she was brought up to speed. Watching as Beka pointed to the obvious patches on Maxwell's neck, back and left arm. Taking in all the details as her brain processed it all.
It was both a mystery and something to really get the brain thinking or so Mariella thought as the information sank in. Besides it wasn't every day that something allergy related presented itself in this way. There lay the problem within and if Mariella could be of use in aiding the Doctor to solve the puzzle as it were, then that's what she would do. She understood what was required of her and also why Beka hadn't been able to complete that particular task.
" Understood and of course Doctor, I'll get right on it" the Ensign replied, not wanting to impede or slow anything down as she responded to the information and request. Moving over so she could begin working, Mariella smiled warmly at Hunter as she started the process of testing for allergens. Naturally it might take a while but that's were the process of elimination until they got the result came in useful. Whatever happened Maxwell would remain for as long as necessary to ensure that it wasn't anything life threatening.
== Tag Beka, also GM input on the allergen test, what does Mariella find? ==
Posted Star Date 22107.21 @ 23:47 (11:47 PM)
Due to the degradation of the anomalous substance and the limitations of the equipment installed in the isolation labs, the computer was only able to build a partial molecular profile.
It was an organic substance and the portion of the molecule that it mapped did not have indications that it had been modified in any way. With an accuracy of 68%, the computer deduced the molecule was plant based.
In order to get a more complete profile, Sydesh would need to either expand the capabilities she had at her disposal or find a closely related profile of a known substance that would assist the computer in deducing the substance. Sydesh might be able to utilize the superior analytical capabilities of the primary science lab, which could be arranged through the science department's head. Alternatively, a more manual analysis could be conducted by comparing the profile to the expansive agricultural database to look for similar profiles.
== For Simpkins ==
The Allergen test was a simple enough process with tissue samples gathered to test against numerous different Allergen types. The complication came from the sheer size of the database. Without narrowing it down, it would take a minimum of an hour to run through just the most common of allergies across all the different foods, plants, pollens, mold, and other allergens that were within the database.
== For Tyrol ==
Lardis' heart rate remained rapid but was becoming weaker. His blood pressure was low. Were he Human, he would have been showing signs of cyanosis in his extremities but instead, his skin was taking on a slightly darker shade with a flush of purple moving up his neck as he continued to struggle to breath.
Collister had found no indications of any reason to not treat Lardis with a anaphylaxis protocol.
There was no sign of blockage in Lardis' throat that was impeding his airway. However, she likely noticed that his tongue was swollen, which could become a blockage. Lardis had squirmed when Tyrol had examined his neck, possibly due to swollen tissue, but she had not noticed any swollen nodes or deformities to the external throat.
His record was accessible but other than broken bones and a minor allergy to Hicoy nuts, a Bolian delicacy, there was nothing of note in the quick skim of the record that Tyrol might have managed, if she was a quick reader
As for poor Lardis, he was still struggling substantially as the other nurse finished preparing the protocol. While there was no clear, 100% confirmation of anaphylaxis, Lardis didn't have enough time for floundering or indecision as he wheezed and struggled.