Lt. Cmdr. Lhandon Nilsen - The Person Of Note
Lhandon Nilsen
((Ward 31-B, Third Floor, L’Kar General Hospital, Garasi District, Argratha Capital City, Argrathi V))
The phrase "it would be okay" could have applied. Nilsen had hoped that all would be okay. Ragh had chosen to go into the force field, even after Lhandon’s concern had been duly noted.
Nilsen: Everything seems fine. Those numbers haven’t changed much. What numbers are we looking for, Doc?
Ragh knew what he was doing. Lhandon knew that, but it was not that Lhandon had been an anxious person, far from it. Rather, he had not wanted to needlessly put Ragh in danger. The doctor nodded, answered, and pulled out a bioswab to collect a small bit of saliva.
Ragh: Well, a spike in his heart rate or respirations, an abnormal rhythm, even an elevation in temperature. But unchanged, okay.
Richards: That’s a good thing, right?
Ragh: It's not bad.
Lhandon watched Ragh do his job, and he had many words to say. Not about Ragh, but about the situation. It did not sit right with him. What if the worst happened? His mind worked much the same way Richards would have articulated it. What if that man suddenly woke up, flew into a rage, and Ragh ended up in a duel with him, or something else suitably dramatic? Unable to make his thoughts as entertaining as Anton’s, Lhandon instead watched the vitals like a hawk.
Nilsen: Looking stable.
Richards: I’m ready to drop this field at any point here.
Ragh raised his hand in response and, after finishing his job, took a handful of steps back.
Ragh: I've got it.
Nilsen: Good, good.
Richards: So what comes next, Doc?
Ragh: You let me out of here.
Lhandon’s relief was palpable. He almost wanted to push Anton to the side and open the force field himself, then reach in and throw Ragh as far away from the patient as possible, as if the Klingon had been a little lucha flyer. Ragh seemed to have a smile on his face. Richards lowered the force field and, without delay, Ragh made his way out.
Ragh: And now, we try to find a way to reverse this.
Nilsen: Like with that reaction earlier.
He thought back to the beaker he had at the start and how he had managed to get a positive reaction.
Richards: Response
Ragh: I have been thinking about that.. On a wider scale I don't have a solution yet but at the very least we would be able to keep ourselves safe and share it with the Agrathi. Even with a so called 'cure' as long as the drugs exist, this will merely be a small bandage on a much bigger, infected wound.
Nilsen: Still, it’s something. Hopefully, the OEB and the other teams have that sorted with the root course.
Lhandon could only nod.
Richards: Response
Ragh: I already had a good bit of work going, so with some luck maybe a few hours?
Nilsen: Good, good.
Richards: Response.
At that point, Lhandon felt less useless and more able to turn his attention elsewhere, at least for a brief moment.
Nilsen: I’m going to make sure that our newest guest is at least being cared for. If you need anything, just comms me. And I’ve got to do my job and make sure everyone here is cool with us, and alleviate any concerns and whatnot. Anton, shout if you hear anything about our other parties, especially the shuttle. I want us at least looking slightly cohesive before the OEB returns.
Richards/Ragh: Response.
Lhandon’s next few hours were spent much as he would later report to Ragh. First, he did what he had said he would. He made sure that the patient they had beamed in was being looked after, and he also arranged for the nurses and doctors on the ward to call him over at any time. For the next few hours, it was quiet.
One of the business managers also wanted a word with him. Fortunately, the older, wrinkly Argrathi was more hospitable and polite than the good doctor.
He then passed the nurses again. They were busy, but he brought them drinks, partly out of gratitude and acknowledgement of the amount of stress they were under, and partly because it made him feel a little more like himself again. He slowly got to know some of their names. The older nurse at the central station, when they first arrived, was called Felaw. She had been a nurse for thirty-five years. Meanwhile, her younger counterpart, Tolan, was still studying. He was an MS3, in his third year of study. His schedule seemed to be clinical rotations, followed by more clinical rotations, and more clinical rotations. His exams were coming up, and Lhandon promised to talk with Nis, if she had not got herself into trouble again, about how much of the medical library from the OEB he could give Tolan.
There was one other person of note, someone called Kaslaan. From what he could overhear, they were a reporter of some kind. As no official request had reached Lhandon, he chose not to engage at that moment. Kaslaan was kept away from the wards.
He was almost done, save for one thing he noticed
((OOC: Feel free to vamp for this gap too.))
((A few hours later))
Lhandon was not entirely sure what setup Ragh had put in place. Whatever it was, Ragh seemed to know what he was doing. Some kind of process was underway, but beyond that, it just looked like very valuable scientific equipment.
Nilsen: So, I chatted with the staff and let them know what we were doing. Our friend is being monitored, and he’s still sedated, so we should be good. Word of what we are doing has started to get out, and we’ll likely get the press soon. I’ll handle them. I haven’t had any word about the shuttle, except for some rumours on their social media, so you just focus on your work. How’s it looking?
Richards/Ragh: Response.
He had to clarify.
Nilsen: That’s good news?
Richards/Ragh: Response.
As they both spoke, he typed the notes on his padd, knowing that it would come in useful later.
Tags/TBC
Lieutenant Commander Lhandon Joseph Nilsen
Executive Officer & Senior Diplomatic Officer
USS Octavia E Butler
O240007LN1
He/Him/His (Both player and character)