2Lt. Ithri Sh'shelor - "Rest, Or Else"
Amanda Nordstrom
(( Sickbay, Deck 5, USS Octavia E. Butler ))
Ithri had threatened to pick Nilsen up and put him on a bio bed if he didn’t submit to treatment. She had meant it, and she was capable of it. When Caras protested the way she spoke to someone who was a superior officer, Nilsen took it in stride. He was right. Who was going to tell her no? If they did, she would have just ignored them, because it would be for Nilsen’s own good and that trumped authority. Fortunately, she didn’t have to follow through on that threat, for he finally lay down upon a bed and allowed himself treatment. As others discussed what to do next, Ithri had suggestions.
Sh’shelor: First though, treatment. Then rest. Drinks perhaps. Food. And more rest.
Nilsen: Food. I like food. I’ve got some banana bread going in my quarters. Later I’ll get Eli to pick it up for us.
How did one get banana bread going? Ithri had no idea, but she was in no state of mind to ask.
Caras: Don’t go easy on him, he caught me and that’s what took out his ankle. Or go easy on him? How is it supposed to go for medical? They say “do no harm” but does pain constitute harm? I just want him to be well as quickly as possible.
Nilsen: Ha! You can’t talk like that to Lieutenant Nilsen.
A small snort escaped the Andorian at the irony of Nilsen’s playful admonishment in comparison with her more serious crime.
Miash: Response.
Nis: We're glad to see you care about each other this much, though.
Caras: It’s just that we’ve got Rugby coming up, and then Nilsen has to do some dance with me. I think I can find a routine that really suits him. I want something that really fits his energy. He’ll need to be at the top of his game. For both.
Nilsen stretched out one hand, though curled it into a fist, pain evident on his face as he moved in a way that he probably shouldn’t have. Ithri’s antennae arched toward the men, curious.
Sh’shelor: What is Rugby?
Arlill/Caras/Miash: Response
Nis: We don't know why you're all so evasive about your wounds. Sh'shelor we get--scars are a map of the places we've been. But if you've got some internal pain, nobody can even see it. What's the point of suffering in silence? Anyway, you don't want to disappoint your dancing partner, do you?
The woman was smart and if Nilsen didn’t listen to her, then she really would throttle the man.
Nilsen: Alright, alright. I buggered it up when I was a SAR's pilot. You all saw the crash when we had that shared hallucination, and then in a rugby game the year after… and I think I twisted it on Cheyd'lang when the Antani helped with the jailbreak. But aside from that, it's all good. This is just normal for me.
Nis: It doesn't have to be normal, you know.
If that was normal, she didn’t want to see something abnormal.
Sh’shelor: That is an odd thing to be normal about.
But perhaps she didn’t quite understand. Or maybe he was the one who didn’t understand that sometimes what one thought was normal really wasn’t and one needed to do something about it.
Arlill/Caras/Miash: Response
Nilsen: It got caught in the rungs of the ladder as I feel down the turboshaft. Not my finest moment.
Whatever Nis was doing, she used a more primitive means of diagnosis. Ithri wasn’t sure how she felt about that, but she kept silent. Although she had enough medical training to stabilise someone in emergency situations, she was not a medical officer.
Nis: We see the issue. You have an avulsion fracture. Who knows how long you've had it. Basically a small piece of your bone has chipped off from the main bone; it's absorbed into the tendon. This is a simple fix. Nurse Miash, can you grab me an osteogenic stimulator?
A small furrow creased Ithri’s brow. How could the woman determine that without the use of some sort of scan? It made no sense. At least she didn’t use primitive methods of treatment.
Arlill/Caras/Miash: Response
Nis: All good and ready to dance. The radiation poisoning is going to take longer to heal, though. But the biobeds will take care of it. All y'all need to do is relax. We certainly don't mind if you continue to chat among yourselves--hash out what happened, if you need to. Just do it from your biobeds.
Arlill/Caras/Miash/Nilsen: Response
Nis: Fine, but if you get up, you risk suffering continued radiation damage. We have about six hundred pictures of untreated radiation damage on our PADD, and we will force you to look at them all if you don't stay in your beds. Now, our shift technically ended about five hours ago, so we're going to bed. :: Smiles at them all :: Why do we have the feeling this isn't the last time we'll run into y'all like this?
Putting her arm around Nurse Miash, Nis aimed for the exit, but almost as soon as the panels closed behind her, she stuck her head back in.
Nis: Seriously. Rest.
With that, she disappeared and Ithri settled and closed her eyes to do exactly as the woman told her to do.
Arlill/Caras/Miash/Nilsen: Response
One eye popped open, then the other and she offered a firm, yet somehow gentle command.
Sh’shelor: You heard her. Rest.
And if the others refused to do so, then they would have an Andorian marine to deal with.
[end scene for Ithri]
-- 2Lt. Ithri Sh'shelor Marine USS Octavia E. Butler M239008AD0