LtJG Gila Sadar - Same Cause, Different Symptoms
Gila Sadar
((Primary Sickbay - Deck 7, USS Artemis-A))
It was a remarkably slow day in Sickbay. Not exactly unwelcome, given the amount of stress that most of the crew had been under during the incident with CloQ. No one had really wanted to share what they had experienced - Gila and the Commander least of all, it seemed - but by reading the After-Action reports, Gila had learned that most of the crew had been confined to the Artemis for the duration of CloQ’s twisted ‘game’. That was not to say the majority of the crew had had it easy, by any means. First, they’d been kept as PoWs by a contingent of Jem’Hadar boarders who’d seized control of the Ship - third strike for the Artemis since Gila’s service began - and later been involved in a conflict with an alternate evil version of Tevet Elain, who’d become empress in the darker timeline that Gila had unintentionally caused by…
Well, never mind.
The point was that Sickbay was quiet that day, allowing Gila the quiet to work on some projects that had been left unattended for a few days as she worked out her place on the Artemis, but rather than being able to focus on the contents of the terminal before her, her mind wandered. First to the necessity for an expanded series of security drills that the Artemis really should go through to prevent hostile boarders better, and then to the general emotional landscape of the crew these days.
Sickbay was quiet. But that did not mean the crew was healthy…
A gentle knocking from the wall by the entrance to the segregated office space where the terminals were located made Gila look up, and she saw the Eltharian Ensign - Jaseb Chevalier - greet her with a slightly apprehensive look to him.
Chevalier: Good afternoon, Lieutenant. I’m here to update and patch your biobed systems. ::shows his PADD:: I will need to put them offline for a few minutes, but after that, they will work like new!
Sadar: Oh, Ensign! Uhh… Yes, thank you, now is a good time. ::rises from her seat to accept the PADD with a nod. Quickly runs her eyes down the notes, before handing it back.:: Do you have a projected time frame for how long the biobeds will be offline?
The blonde man smiled warmly to her, nodding in response to her question.
Chevalier: Don't worry, doctor. It will be done before you know it.
Satisfied as the work commenced, Gila returned to the terminal, filled with words and sentences that - on a normal day - made perfect sense to her, but at the moment, might as well be a thus-far undiscovered language that the UT had yet to decipher...
(((Fifteen minutes later)))
A gentle knocking made Gila blink, turning her head to look at Ensign Chevalier, who once more stood at the precipice of the office space.
Chevalier: I just wanted to let you know that the update is complete, and the biobeds are back online.
Sadar: I see. Thank you, Ensign Chevalier.
She had of a mind to (attempt to) return to the terminal work that lay ahead of her - her brain was almost done deciphering the familiar language into something digestible by her addled concentration - but when she realized that the Ensign had not moved from the open arch, Gila’s eyes drifted towards him again.
Chevalier: Doctor, do you have a minute? I thought if you could look at me as I… I still feel pain in my side and chest after… that.
Sadar: ‘That’? ::thinks:: Umm, of course. Go ahead and take a seat, and I’ll be right with you.
Another warm smile was sent her way as the Eltharian did as bidden, while Gila tried to pull up her mental image of the AARs that Chevalier had been involved in. As Gila recalled, Ensign Chevalier had been sent to a Dominion-occupied Betazed and participated in blowing up some factories to stall the war effort alongside the Betazoid Resistance, and then been sent to the USS Artemis to be on the receiving end of Gila’s mistakes…
This realization prompted a particularly acute sense of shame and guilt that Gila had gotten so used to, she barely had to twist her anxiety ring in response to its presence anymore. Instead, she walked out to meet the Ensign, bringing along the medical cart.
Sadar: The reports state that all injuries you suffered during the previous mission were reversed when CloQ moved you through time. And yet, some is still causing you pain, you say?
Chevalier: Response
Gila shook her head, but attempted to maintain a calm and reassuring attitude.
Sadar: There’s no such thing, Ensign. The body telling you that something hurts is usually significant in one way or the other.
The first step was to identify whether there was something still lodged within him from his numerous wounds that would be causing him discomfort or pain, and as such, Gila started running her tricorder over the general area that the Ensign indicated to be the source of the pain.
Thankfully, the tricorder read nothing out of the ordinary. The Eltharian Ensign had more metal within him than was customary, of course, but it was all a symptom of the religious fervor with which his culture held cybernetic enhancement, and not-so-much from any shrapnel or disruptor fire caused by his temporary service in other timelines.
Chevalier: Response? (if any)
Sadar: Mmh… How would you characterize the pain? Is it constant? Intermittent? Dull? Sharp?
Chevalier: Response
Tags/TBC
LtJG Gila Sadar
Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A
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