Ensign Tho’Bi - Is There A Doctor In The House?

[Tobi]

(( Main Mess Hall - Deck 3, USS Artemis-A ))

They had started long ago, before he was old enough to remember. As far as he knew they had always been there. They varied in intensity, duration, and recovery time. Sometimes they were just uncomfortable, sometimes painful, sometimes debilitating. Sometimes there was dizziness or nausea. Sometimes he threw up, sometimes he passed out.

He had lost track of how long ago the last one was… years, certainly. He had almost forgotten about them, the protracted hospital stays, the isolation, the tears and the panic.

So much so, he failed to realise what was happening until it was too late.

The hum of chatter filled the main mess hall on all sides. Gaudy game graphics blistered across the crowded room. The young Andorian had been dragooned into participation by his roommate. They sat playing ‘Galaxy-opoly’. A game he knew all too well, and disliked even more, having lost so often to his Ferengi best friend, Zee.

Holo-NOT-Grok: We may have one less player but that just means more profit for those who remain! Who will be next to spin my wheel?

The Andorian’s turn rolled round. He spun the Dabo Wheel. Clatter-Clatter. Eight Lightyears. Enterprise Token moved.

The Holo-Ferengi said nothing, but grinned at the Andorian. 

Tho'Bi: ::on the count:: What.do.I…have.to.do…

The Holo-Ferengi grinned widened as the Andorian realised he was singing. 

Tho'Bi: UhOh..UhOh..UhOh..UhOh….Oh.No.

The Holo-Ferengi howled with laughter.

Bancroft/Meris/K'Wara: Response.

A tremor ran up and down his antennae. It was odd, but not unfamiliar. Though, he could not place from when or where he remembered it.  

The Andorian glared at the holographic Ferengi. The game must have been using audio wave inversion to normalise out his spoken voice and granular synthesis to emulate a singing voice for him. It was a woozy two step, playing havoc with his antennae. 

Tho’Bi: ::slow, deliberate, but on the count:: How…….Much…….

A dull buzz dopplered from his right ear to his left and back again. He repeated himself.

Tho’Bi: ::slow, deliberate, but on the count:: I…said…How…….Much…….

He could hear his own speaking voice, but a singing voice quickly followed. A sharp, stabbing pain shot from ear to ear.  

Tho'Bi: ::gasp:: 

Bancroft/Meris/K'Wara: Response.

He knew what was coming next, but was too late to do anything about it.

The Andorian’s one-meter ninety-centimeter frame spasmed-locked, driving his feet into the deck, forcing him and chair back at speed. He and the chair clattered onto the deck, violent tremors shuddered through his body.  

Bancroft/Meris/K'Wara: Response.

Fingers contorted into fists, only to burst open again. Dark blue eyes rolled back. Feet smacked off the heavy decking. His arms seem to roll up and snap back outwards. Two lines of thick, blue blood oozed out of his nose. An eruption of muscle force in a leg, sent a chair skidding across the room. Rapid blinking. 

Stop. Ceased. Body limp. Consciousness abandoned. Pulse… low… slow. 

Holo-Ferengi: ::bellowing:: Is there a doctor in the house?!

Bancroft/Meris/K'Wara: Response.

Tag/End of Scene for Tho’Bi 

((OOC: It occurred to me yesterday, this might play nicely into a Sim I have lined up with Doc Crashcart which delves deeper into nature of Tho’Bi's conception, birth, and early years.))

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Ensign Tho’Bi

Engineering

USS Artemis-A

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