Ensign Morro Caras - Sickbay shuffle

[Morro Caras]

(( Sickbay, Deck 5, USS Octavia E. Butler ))

They had finally made it back to the  USS Octavia E. Butler. Ensign Morro Caras was relieved to finally get a little bit of respite, but he felt like absolute Gorn trash. Caras stumbled into sickbay with the rest of the crew from the USS Unity Dow. He was greeted by the medical crew there as they shuffled around receiving them. 

Nilsen: We stared death in the face and told it to go do one. Treat Sh’shelor first. The Lieutenant got messed up. She took down like 200 of them nodes down herself. Tox you there?

It was both funny and charming to Caras that Lhandon would throw someone else before him, when he couldn’t even really walk unassisted anymore. If you wanted to call what he was doing earlier even walking. More like crawling standing up.

Miash: Thank you dear, let me do the medical triaging, but I do appreciate your help darling.

Caras had only been to sickbay once on his first tour. He had taken note of Miash the Ferengi because they were one of the species he actually knew. He didn’t want to say he knew her, he didn’t but it was exciting to actually see a Ferengi here. There was also another person like Lahl here. Caras wondered how many memories or past lives she had.

Nis: Also, it's not an issue of anyone getting care sooner. We've got enough biobeds for all of you. Can you tell us a bit about what the situation was like down there?

Sh’shelor: There were many hallucinations, and some of them affected us physically.  

Caras wasn’t sure what really happened when he was torn around. It could have been a hallucination. It could have been a creature reaching across types of phasic distortion. It could have been telekinesis. After that fight, he had fallen hard when returning to the Butler, and looked and found that his foot wasn’t there. It was like someone coming in from a transporter but not fully materializing. He could see where it faded into possibly another phasic state. Was it really even an injury? His foot was still there, and unharmed, just in another phase.

Sh’shelor: However, there was technology that somehow activated and moved.  And sliced.

Sh’shelor: Radiation helped stop them.

Caras: I replicated a brace for myself earlier in case my foot phased out again. I had no idea how to treat it and I uh ::looking to the side:: didn’t want to be sidelined for the mission. I… technically wasn’t injured.

Caras didn’t like admitting this in front of everyone. He did not want to get sidelined for his first mission, but he knew he had to be truthful to medical staff so that they could treat him. He might get a reprimand for it. But it was what it was. If he hadn’t had been on the mission, things could have turned out differently.

Nilsen: Get over there, Mo. ::winces in pain:: You’re messed up too.

Morro nodded, he finally got onto a biobed and waited for his turn for treatment.

Sh’shelor: Of us all, I am least worrisome.  The others are more susceptible to radiation poisoning than I am.

Morro didn’t know if Sh’shelor was actually this tough or if she just acted like it. With her it was hard to tell. She was hard to read emotionally and socially. If you act the part of tough, do you become the part of tough? She had shown what she was made of on the Dow, she was tough in the physical way, but battle always took a toll in more ways than just the physical. Was she mentally tough as well? Emotionally?

Caras: Radiation poisoning, phased left leg, hurt back, exhaustion. It really take your pick on which one sounds more serious.

Caras motioned to the other Ensign, making elaborate gestures for each one of his sustained injuries.

Nis: And you, Lieutenant Nilsen?

Nilsen: No, no, Ensign, I’m good. I can ::out of breath:: I can walk this off. I've had worse. I gotta get back to the Dow. They need all the help that can get there.

Morro made a face that screamed “would you look at this guy?” and mouthed “help him” to Ensign Nis

Miash: I’m not going to say it again dear, you need to lie down.

Morro nodded as they saw to the troublesome Nilsen

Nis: Lieutenant Nilsen, we don't lack resources to help the Dow, but we will be a bit strained from a personnel standpoint if we're caring for your team and the Dow. Radiation poisoning can have unexpected side effects even weeks after the fact, so if you want to help the people Dow, your best bet is a quick check on the biobed. Under proper Starfleet procedure, we're meant to assist our own crew first and others second, so the faster you cooperate, the faster we can all help the people on the Dow.

Nis had made a salient point. Morro knew coming here to get treated quickly was the right thing, but seeing it put like that made him realize how busy all the medical crew were going to be for the next while. It wasn’t over for them

Arlill: Lhandon, maybe you should listen to her. (Beat) We all need to take a beat.

Morro wasn’t sure why Lhandon was acting like he wasn’t injured at all.

Sh’shelor: Shut up Nilsen and get on the bed or I will pick you up and put you there.

Sh’shelor had said what Morro’s little inner green devil had thought. But she actually had said it aloud. Morro was too strict on his own military bearing to tell a senior officer to shut up. Even if they were his friend. The circumstances were too long for him to do that. StarFleet was all about respect, and earning your position. Morro was both surprised, and intrigued, this was the one bit of personality he had seen from her that wasn’t just “Marine” in his mind. Was she being playful? Morro was pretty sure she meant it, but… why did she mean it?

Caras: ::gasp:: Lieutenant Sh’shelor! You can’t talk like that to Lieutenant Nilsen…. ::looking to Lhandon:: can she?

Caras was half joking and playing it up to see if Sh’shelor was being playful, but also to let her know that he had finally learned her name. He had looked it up once they had resumed contact with the OEB. He wasn't her biggest fan, but he couldn’t let this outburst go to waste.

Nilsen: Response

Nis: Nurse Miash, I'm sure you know the general treatment for radiation poisoning. While you're preparing it, I'll work on Lieutenant Sh'shelor's leg injuries.

Miash: :: looking a tricorder :: Looks like a round of Hyronalyn might be on today’s menu.

Morro had never had radiation sickness before. He knew he didn’t like it, and he knew it was only a matter of time before his hair started falling out. He hoped the treatment would help. He hadn’t been bald since he had been initiated into the pleasure seekers.

Arlill: Did anyone else notice anything weird before we left the Unity?

Arlill had been relatively quiet until now. Though sometimes Morro was noticing that Lhandon was the perfect distraction for anything. Caras had to think for a good long moment. It all seemed like a blur to him now.

Sh’shelor: Such as?

Caras: There were a few stray sensor readings, but by the time we got clear almost everything was shot. We were running on the most fumes I’ve seen a star ship run on.

Nilsen: Response

Nis: To a doctor, "weird" is a code for "potentially medically relevant."

Caras and the others let the pause hold over the Chief of ops for a moment until he dismissed it.

Arlill: Nevermind I’m sure it was my imagination recovering from the hallucinations

Caras was in no state to argue. The visions of his own sister were going to keep him going to the counselor's office for months. He was then reminded they had a date, though he couldn’t make out what kind of date it was still.

Nis: Perhaps, but even if it was a hallucination, it'll help us determine treatment strategies. ::Pause to glance at Guthrah :: Ensign Guthrah experienced hallucinations as well, and his brain patterns are still somewhat abnormal. Knowing about your experience will help us treat him.

Arlill: Response

Caras watched as Miash administered her hypospray to all of them, and turned to look at Nis working on Sh’shelor.

Nis: Most of these are superficial, but a few are deep and this one here has struck an artery. ::As she spoke, she used the back of her palm to put pressure on the one that was still weeping blood. :: The biobed will sterilize the wounds automatically. We'll use a vascular regenerator on the deep wounds before addressing the dermal wounds. We've heard Andorians sometimes like to keep scars. Should we leave any of these?

That was a new fact to Morro Caras, he made a mental note.

Sh'shelor: No.  not these.  Keep the old, but remove the new.

Apparently Sh’shelor did not think fondly of these new scars.

Caras: I was pretty worried about Sh’shelor when I ripped her out of that pile of nodes. She wasn’t looking too good after that, but then she functioned just fine. Honestly the radiation was probably the worst part, because it was a kind of dread

Miash/Nilsen: Response

Arlill: What’s next? (beat) You’re all ordered to rest and relaxation, I’ll see to that!

Sh’shelor: Then you must listen to your own advice.  

Caras: It has been a busy mission for everyone. Sh’shelor is right.

He had to stop saying that, even if she was. He was still mad at her.

Arlill/Miash/Nilsen/Nis: Response

Sh’shelor: First though, treatment.  Then rest.  Drinks perhaps.  Food.  And more rest.

Caras looked as Ensign Nis came around to Nilsen.

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.

Miash/Nilsen/Nis: Response

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.

Sh’shelor/Arlill/Miash/Nilsen/Nis: Response

((OOC also keeping it light because of how many people are in the scene))

Tags!/TBC

Ensign Morro Caras

Engineering Officer

USS Octavia E. Butler

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