LTJG Lhandon Joseph Nilsen - Lhandon Was An Amazing Patient And A Pleasure To Treat!
Lhandon Nilsen
(( Sickbay, Deck 5, USS Octavia E. Butler ))
“Lhandon was an amazing patient and a pleasure to treat,” said no medical staff whatsoever.
He had dragged the other members of his away team into sickbay. He insisted that Sh'shelor be treated first, had thrown Morro towards the biobed, and wanted to see that Toxin had made his own way to get treatment too. Lhandon described how they had stared death in the face and told it to go away, while Sh'Shelor gave a more useful summary of events and described the actions they had taken in response to the hallucinations and the nodes. She and Toxin provided information about the radiation, and Morro described his symptoms.
Nis: And you, Lieutenant Nilsen?
And Lhandon was about to leave, he insisted that he was perfectly fine.; his body disagreed, and he had to grab the nearby table to stop himself from keeling over in pain.
He looked down and let his face contort while it was out of sight, as his brain tried to release endorphins to ease the pain, but his body's natural supply had run dry. He felt something in his mouth and found that blood had dripped onto his hand. He tried to hide it and composed his expression before looking up towards the new medical ensign whom he had yet to meet.
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.
Miash: I’m not going to say it again dear, you need to lie down.
Miash kindly insisted that he settle down
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 brought the logic and Toxin started to talk him down.
Arlill: Lhandon, maybe you should listen to her. (Beat) We all need to take a beat.
He sighed. Arlill was right. Lhandon was still gripping the bed. The room wasn't spinning, but he was feeling the whirlwind from being picked up by the OEB after the chaos of the hallucinations. He could also feel Sh’Shelor’s laser eyes burning through back of his skull, as he once again annoyed her.
Sh’shelor: Shut up Nilsen and get on the bed or I will pick you up and put you there.
Sh’shelor steeled herself as she was clearly showing that she was able to follow through with the threat. Lhandon gave out a breathy laugh, one where his chest was tight and he was out of breath, and Morro exclaimed
Caras: ::gasp:: Lieutenant Sh’shelor! You can’t talk like that to Lieutenant Nilsen…. ::looking to Lhandon:: can she?
Morro was right, she couldn't talk to him like that, they were Starfleet officers. Lhandon found Morro's offense to be hilarious in its own way, and given the trauma of what they had been through, hearing the Orion gasp made all of it worth it.
Nilsen: ::laughing, with much pain:: Yes, you’re right ensign…but are you going to be the one to tell the marine she can’t?
He stumbled to the bed and lifted his legs up, still out of breath. He wasn't going to win this battle. He knew he would remember Morro's expression of shock for the rest of his life. He was still giggling, even as it hurt him.
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.
While Hyronalyn was a common treatment for radiation poisoning, Lhandon couldn't remember the use cases. He wasn't a doctor, he was just their pain in the rear end; though he did think that Hyronalyn sounded like a great name for his next D&D paladin.
Arlill: Did anyone else notice anything weird before we left the Unity?
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.
Lhandon was confused by Toxin’s question; the entire thing had been weird. Caras was also right; they had been running on nothing but fumes at the end, both the ship and themselves.
Nilsen: Like something outta place? We can always download the sensor logs.
He went to reach for a PADD to start that but then thought better of it, for Sh'shelor would likely have suplexed him back onto the biobed.
Nis: To a doctor, "weird" is a code for "potentially medically relevant."
Arlill: Nevermind I’m sure it was my imagination recovering from the hallucinations
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
Lhandon was still catching his breath as his turn for a hypospray came. His face winced as it went into his neck, and the drugs felt cold as they flowed directly into his bloodstream. While Miash administered that, Nis attended to 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?
Sh'shelor: No. not these. Keep the old, but remove the new.
Lhandon sort of knew about this, but his knowledge about the finer points of Andorian culture was that of a layman. He could have told you much more about the Klingons and Ferengi due to growing up doing trade with them on Gault, his home planet.
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
Lhandon recalled that image, Sh'shelor drowning. He wondered about his actions in that moment, realizing he hadn't been quick enough. As that image came to his mind, he wished for it to go away.
Nilsen: We all were worried, that…no one should have to go through that.
Miash: 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.
Nilsen: Yeah Tox, What Sh’shelor said. ::Painful laugh:: otherwise she’d throw you back in the bed too.
He still had, or at least was trying to keep, a smile on his face. The only person more stubborn than Nilsen was his boss and big brother from another mother. They had slowly been drifting, but Lhandon looked over with fondness. As Toxin had said, it had been a busy mission for them, and all of the snapping that might have happened, or any transgression Lhandon might have felt from Toxin, had already been forgiven. They had been given the biggest test of their lives; the hallucinations were horrid, and he would never wish them on his own worst enemy, or even Blackwood.
Arlill/Miash/Nis: Response
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.
As he thought about the banana bread he had been looking forward to, Nis came around to him.
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.
Lhandon laughed again and called back to Morro’s previous exclamation.
Nilsen: Ha! You can’t talk like that to Lieutenant Nilsen.
Miash/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.
He held his fist out for a fist bump to Morro. An old sign of respect and a sign that he cares. It was often used by some humans as a greeting or a goodbye as well. Morro had been looking out for him. Lhandon hadn't even mentioned the ankle, but as Morro brought it up, there was a dull pang from his ankle as if his brain had suddenly remembered that he had taken a hard hit.
Sh’shelor/Arlill/Miash/Nis: Response
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.
He had been lying in a sense; the ankle was bringing him pain, but he had just gotten used to putting up with it. And then he had fallen down the turboshaft it came back to bite him.
Sh’shelor/Arlill/Miash/Nis: Response
Nilsen: It got caught in the rungs of the ladder as I feel down the turboshaft. Not my finest moment.
Tags/TBC
((OOC: Ah, yes, my eyes were bigger than my stomach when I put this scene together, we can either send Miash off somewhere, or Nis could knock Lhandon out for being annoying…if Sh’shelor doesn’t do that first haha. Perhaps one more round of sims and see where we are?))
Lieutenant JG Lhandon Joseph Nilsen
Assistant Chief of Operations.
USS Octavia E Butler
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He/Him/His (Both player and character)