Re: [Dawnspring] [Damocles] Norse/Anderson - Critical Times <tags all?>
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D4 0930 Hours
[Main Sickbay, USS Damocles/Rainbow Warrior?]<snip>
T'Nara and Morta went into the lab and continued their work out of sight of the company gathered in main sickbay.
Saveron keyed his access to the
laboratory, the banks of gleaming instrumentation on one side matched by the
manual benches on the other. This was where he had been when the trouble
started. For a moment he looked around him as though trying to remember why they
had come in here. Impulses only rarely felt were vying rather forcefully for his
attention. It required a force of will to
concentrate.
"Doctor Norse." Saveron glanced at the part-Klingon woman. They had been colleagues on Starbase Omega. "If you would be kind enough to collect blood samples for analysis, I will set up the transducer. Those of us present should provide a sufficient range of samples." They had Human, Vulcan and part-Klingon biology represented, and of course the critical Vhorani which would provide the key to the cure.
"Right away Lieutenant" T'Nara agreed and got straight to the task.
For the first time since he'd grabbed her to fore-stall her assualt on Leigha, Saveron looked down at Ellie at his side, dressed like a hooker and clinging like a limpet. There was an intensity in that look as he studied her face for a long moment, then with an obvious force of will he made himself let go of her. He still hadn't said a thing to her, sometimes there was no need for words.
Ellie looked up, her short stature somewhat comical beside the tall Vulcan. There was something in his eyes that struck a chord in her subconscious. It made her feel similar to the way she had felt about McMullen when she had first met him and Ramius too. That same feeling of how intensely she had felt, met with a wall of fate that could not be penetrated nor circumvented. A 'cul-de-sac'. Forbidden to go any further, like walking emotionally into a glass window and being thrown back with mild concussion. The total screech to a halt of the unstoppable force meeting the immovable object and the latter winning. If only she didn't fall in love with such intensity, it would be easier on her. It was no-one's fault but her own, she knew that!
Her heart had been down this road before. Saveron wasn't a married man like McMullen but like Ramius, he was just a much 'forbidden fruit' in that he was someone who could not return her love in the way she would have wished him to. They all had their reasons and her head understood them all, but it never seemed to stop her heart, as much as she would have given anything, especially at times like this, to have cut it out and thrown it out of an airlock.
This realisation was metaphorically like the immersion of a warm blooded woman into the ice-water of the Terran Artic. Ellie looked shocked and instinctively wrapped her arms protectively around herself as she backed away. The mention of McMullen, albeit only in her memory, struck another chord, reminding her of the responsibilities he had left her with and sending her in full retreat back to the Bridge without another word, sober as a judge. If she had been a doctor she might have commented on the effect of shock on the virus but she was too absorbed now in getting this ship back into some sort of shape before Rob's return.
While T'Nara collected the other samples Saveron called up the necessary program on the transducer, then as the machine prepared itself to run the program he rolled up his sleeve and drew a vial of green blood from the vein in his own arm, quite in breech of protocol although most doctors could do it. He set the vial in the appropriate cartridge, held the cartridge out for Norse to slot the others into, then loaded it into the machine.
"It will take approximately thirty minutes for the transducer to run the analysis and produce the required immunoglobulin in the necessary quantities, although some will be available to treat key members of staff before then." He said tonelessly, sounding tired, and leaned against the side of the machine.
T'Nara looked worried and ran a med-scan over the Vulcan Scientist. "Are you okay?" she asked rhetorically as she could clearly see not only from the scan but with her eyes, that he was not.
"I... would appreciate
discussing your rapid analysis with you at some point, Lt. Morta. It was...
impressive." The Vulcan said wearily. "But for now I will remain and monitor the
analyser. I would suggest... that you leave the laboratory." He wasn't feeling
particularly stable, and it was a terribly familiar feeling that made him not
trust himself around others. They had all done what they needed to
do.
He wanted to talk to Morta about her analysis and he wanted to discuss the issue of the Coil with Damien, but right now those things were taking a back seat. There were other things he wanted to do, that his confused biology was becoming rather insistant about, and it was a force of will to remind himself that this was disease-triggered and would pass. He closed his eyes and sighed, letting his head hang wearily. "Out." He repeated.
T'Nara looked at Saveron and back at the scanner. "If you need medication, call me?" she asked, waiting until he nodded before she went to leave. Ushering the others out before her, T'Nara quieted their questions with a finger over her mouth and pointing outside with the other to indicate that she would talk to them all outside.
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Back in Main Sickbay
T'Nara reassured the others that Lt. Saveron was undergoing some natural but difficult Vulcan changes due to the virus and would appear to need some private time to allow him to regain his emotional balance. She assured them she would remain close by in case he needed medication to assist him and in the meantime she delegated the rest of the blood tests and put herself on standby, carrying out her duties in the biobeds closest to the Lab and having all patients and staff who needed her attention brought to her rather than awaiting her rounds which would have to be postponed.
{tags Morta?}
S: <Rest of the ship? Y'all got 30 minutes to finish running amok.>
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** All you need to decide is which bridges you should cross,
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Captain Eleanor Anderson
XO (& Acting CO) - USS Damocles
Lt (jg) Leigha Brown
Asst. Counsellor - USS Damocles
Lt. T'Nara Norse
ACMO - Starbase Aurora
Cpt Simon Marks
CO - Starbase Aurora
Rear Adml Julia James
Sarah Eccles
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T'Nara looked at Saveron and back at the scanner. "If you need medication, call me?" she asked, waiting until he nodded before she went to leave. Ushering the others out before her, T'Nara quieted their questions with a finger over her mouth and pointing outside with the other to indicate that she would talk to them all outside.
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Saveron nodded curtly to T’Nara, knowing that she was trying to help but knowing also that there wasn’t much in the way of medication that would do more than temporarily allieviate some of the symptoms. He didn’t need T’Nara’s tricorder to know that his cortisol levels were going up, along with his metabolic rate and half a dozen other charactertistic indicators; he could feel it.
He watched them go from under dark lashes, specifically watched the petite figure with the blonde hair and provocative outfit, and held himself still by force of will. He wanted to call to her, grab her, make her stay, and knew that he must not. He was not feeling at all reasonable. A Vulcan woman stood a good chance of fighting him off, a Human no chance at all.
Her proximity hadn’t helped at all. He recalled that she seemed to have some rudimentary empathic ability, specifically emotion projection, and he had felt the need and emotional attachment as she had clung to him, and a part of him had reacted to that. Amidst the hormonal chaos however a small, rational core pointed out that everything he was feeling, experiencing, was viral-triggered. No doubt that included the Captain’s momentary infatuation with him. It would all wear off when the immunoglobulin was administered, and no doubt she would not thank him if he had taken advantage of her compromised state.
It had been all he could do to let her go.
Several long minuted passed as Saveron slumped against the analyser, before it chimed to indicate that the initial analysis was complete and it was beginning it’s production and compatibility testing cycle. Turning to it’s control panel he did something extremely selfish and keyed it to run the Vulcan compatibility program first, even though more of the crew was human. He could have rationalised it that he was the first person able to administer the immunoglobulin to others and therefore needed to be treated first, but all he could think was that he wanted to stop feeling like this. It was bad enough when it was real.
A second chime, the analyser showed that the serum was compatible with Homo eridani physiology, and at the touch of a key spat out a hypospray ampoule. Saveron didn’t even hesitate in dosing himself with it. A few moments later he closed his eyes as he started shaking, the sudden change towards normal physiology coming as a severe shock to his already taxed system.
1000 hours
Kara was not expecting go slow, and was pulled back towards Ian. While Anton tried to stop them both leaving Sickbay. Pulling himself sharply from Ray as he to followed them out after them.
"You shouldn't leave...." Anton called after them.
“Doctor Correrai.” A solomn voice said as a long-fingered hand landed on Anton’s shoulder, holding him still just long enough for Saveron to press a hypospray to his neck. “Your condition will improve momentarily.”
Saveron stood there, holding out a hypospray and a satchel full of ampoules. The green flush was gone from his cheekbones and, apart from looking a bit pale and his hair in slight disarray he was one of the few crewmembers looking normal. “The appropriate immunoglobulin is loaded into these ampoules, I suggest we begin dosing the crew.”
<Anton?>
Turning he then addressed T’Nara. “Doctor Norse, your assistance was, and will be, appreciated.” He said in his usual mild manner, as close to a ‘thank you’ as she was likely to get from a Vulcan. Another satchel and spray were proferred. “The population of sickbay is in need of treatment.”
<T’Nara?>
“I will see to the command crew on the bridge.” Saveron announced, and headed for the doors and the turbolift.
<Anyone want to argue?>
Lieutenant Saveron Pathologist and Xenobiologist USS Damocles "If you love a thing, set it free" |
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1000 hours
Kara was not expecting go slow, and was pulled back towards Ian. While Anton tried to stop them both leaving Sickbay. Pulling himself sharply from Ray as he to followed them out after them.
"You shouldn't leave...." Anton called after them.
“Doctor Correrai.” A solomn voice said as a long-fingered hand landed on Anton’s shoulder, holding him still just long enough for Saveron to press a hypospray to his neck. “Your condition will improve momentarily.”
Saveron stood there, holding out a hypospray and a satchel full of ampoules. The green flush was gone from his cheekbones and, apart from looking a bit pale and his hair in slight disarray he was one of the few crewmembers looking normal. “The appropriate immunoglobulin is loaded into these ampoules, I suggest we begin dosing the crew.”
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"Thank you Doctor Saveron." Anton, nodded, not sure what his condition was or had been. But just trusting what he had just been given. Whatever it was his headache seemed to be clearing. |
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Turning he then addressed T’Nara. “Doctor Norse, your assistance was, and will be, appreciated.” He said in his usual mild manner, as close to a ‘thank you’ as she was likely to get from a Vulcan. Another satchel and spray were proferred. “The population of sickbay is in need of treatment.”
<T’Nara?>
“I will see to the command crew on the bridge.” Saveron announced, and headed for the doors and the turbolift.
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"Wait up!" Anton called. "I was about to...." Anton paused not too sure how long ago it was they had been about to go and lost count on his fingers. "Ray, if you and your team are feeling up to it go with Doctor Saveron. We don't know how the other crew members have been affected and we shouldn't go anywhere on our own. T'nara would you assist me on getting to the Paramedic teams who are not in Sickbay, and then to Security?" Anton asked not really waiting for a response from anyone. JUst going back into the office to try to get a ships report on just where his key staff were.
Anton Correrai Dr Whathisface
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1000 hours
Kara was not expecting go slow, and was pulled back towards Ian. While Anton tried to stop them both leaving Sickbay. Pulling himself sharply from Ray as he to followed them out after them.
"You shouldn't leave...." Anton called after them.
“Doctor Correrai.” A solomn voice said as a long-fingered hand landed on Anton’s shoulder, holding him still just long enough for Saveron to press a hypospray to his neck. “Your condition will improve momentarily.”
Saveron stood there, holding out a hypospray and a satchel full of ampoules. The green flush was gone from his cheekbones and, apart from looking a bit pale and his hair in slight disarray he was one of the few crewmembers looking normal. “The appropriate immunoglobulin is loaded into these ampoules, I suggest we begin dosing the crew.”
"Thank you Doctor Saveron." Anton, nodded, not sure what his condition was or had been. But just trusting what he had just been given. Whatever it was his headache seemed to be clearing. Turning he then addressed T’Nara. “Doctor Norse, your assistance was, and will be, appreciated.” He said in his usual mild manner, as close to a ‘thank you’ as she was likely to get from a Vulcan. Another satchel and spray were proferred. “The population of sickbay is in need of treatment.”
<T’Nara?>
“I will see to the command crew on the bridge.” Saveron announced, and headed for the doors and the turbolift. |
H'Rhaedrol had just decided that insufficient attention was being paid to him and had retaliated by taking his jacket and shirt off and dancing to some music only he could hear. He had a natural grace as well as tanned skin and he obviously worked out, and the fact that he wouldn't hold still meant it took T'Nara a little longer to get the paramedic with her hypospray. "Ow!"
"Wait up!" Anton called. "I was about to...." Anton paused not too sure how long ago it was they had been about to go and lost count on his fingers. "Ray, if you and your team are feeling up to it go with Doctor Saveron. We don't know how the other crew members have been affected and we shouldn't go anywhere on our own. T'Nara would you assist me on getting to the Paramedic teams who are not in Sickbay, and then to Security?" Anton asked not really waiting for a response from anyone. JUst going back into the office to try to get a ships report on just where his key staff were. "Huh?" Ray looked up from glowering at Doctor Norse and rubbing his neck, and looked over at Anton, who seemed to have recovered very quickly indeed thanks to the medication. That was impressive. "Yeah, sure, I'll get the guys." He said, and guiltily picked up his shirt before glancing over at the doors through which the Vulcan had just exited, listening to Anton organising the other sickbay staff as they came to their senses. That was why the man was Chief Medical Officer. "Did he really just head out there on his own?" He asked no one in particular, making circling motions around his ear with a finger. Perhaps the pathologist wasn't as recovered as he thought he was. <Anyone?> By the time Anton had returned from his office H'Rhaedrol had found Michael Jacobson who had been hiding under a bench in the pharmacy and Click who had seemed to have gone into some sort of insectoid hibernation, and both were now more or less back to normal. "What have you got for us?" He asked Anton, pulling his shirt on over his head while Click retrieved their packs. <Anton?> "Ok, we'll follow Sav and deal with any injuries up there. Sickbay better be ready for them." He warned. He put out the page that would scramble the other paramedic teams but knew that there wouldn't be too many answers until the cure has started to make it's way around the decks. Pausing, H'Rhaedrol caught Anton by the arm, gave him an earnest look from dark eyes. "It's going to take a while to mop up all the crazies on this ship, you be careful huh?" <Anton?> Senior Chief Specialist H'Rhaedrol Barr Nurse and Senior Paramedic "The force created by it's spin Is the force that stops the chaos flooding in." - Tim Minchin, Not Perfect |