Ensign Tho’Bi - The Wrong Place

[Tobi]

((SICKBAY, DECK SEVEN - ARTEMIS))

The rucksack secured on Doctor Cat Mama Richards’ shoulders, Copurrnicus placed her two front paws on Sam's shoulder with her hind paws resting inside the bag. Her white and black head and torso next to, and rising above her cat-mama's head, Copurrnicus perched. Green eyes took in the room.

She let out a quiet, thinner ‘Meow’, as though she were saddened by the cries of pain and anguish that reverberated around the sickbay. And then buried her head into her mama's neck and shoulder. 

Richards: I think I should probably get her out of here. ::Turning to Roy:: Don’t get your teal shoulders in a twist, she’s going.

Bancroft: ::deadpan:: If she stays any longer I’m going to deputize her. She’s got the perfect bedside manner – self-confident, judgmental, and mildly territorial.

The young Andorian looked on. He wanted to tell the little one, he understood, but did not know if it were his place to do so. And so he said nothing. And in saying nothing, he was left with the absence of those unrealised words, just the cries of pain and the thick smell of plasma burn.

 

Copurrnicus still head-buried in neck and shoulder, Sam Richards set course for the door. As she passed the tall Andorian, she turned to him.

Richards: You kept her safe, and I appreciate that. 

Without movement to or energy for utterance, the Andorian simply bowed his head.

Richards: Next time, give me a heads up before you bring her on a tour of the ship. ::Gesturing to Roy:: I think the Doc here might actually combust if she shows up here again. 

Bancroft: ::muttering to himself:: First my uniform, now this. ::calling after Sam playfully:: The vomit’s on me – pun intended – but I’m billing you for the cat hair!

Swoosh! The double doors of the sickbay closed behind Cat-Mama and cat.

Combadge double-chirp. Blue fingertips tap.

Udesky: =/\= If you're not in an EVA suit fixing airlocks, you're in the wrong place Ensign. =/\=

The low rhythmic thud of heart monitors. Hollow sobbing. Medical equipment quiet-screeched with electro-shrieks. Footsteps in a rush and too many instructions given voice.  

The Doctor had already disappeared into the melee of teal and crimson.  

The Andorian's antennae sensed the tight buzz of the overhead lights, the elevated pulse of EPS conduits pushed to the demands of emergency, the bodies shuddering in pain, the taught and flake of burned skin, the swell and pressure of inflammation, and the artificial stillness of medical induced coma.

Tho’Bi: ::mutters:: the wrong place.

He left the sickbay, but it did not leave him. The shrill stink of sterilisation mixed the acrid, heavy bite of plasma burn lingered to the airlock, into the EVA suit, and out to the vacuum of space. 

Lex’thelnar med’shara’ven.

Lex’thu’laan ned’nara’ven.

TAG/End Scene for THO'BI 

((OOC: 

Lex’thelnar med’shara’ven.

Lex’thu’laan ned’nara’ven.

The winter is bleak, it does not forgive.

The ice is permanent, it does not forget

Traditional Andorian expression I created for a previous Sim.  

Already listed on SB118Wiki: https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=Andorian/Graalen#Sayings ))

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Ensign Tho’Bi

Engineering

USS Artemis-A

A240203T11