Ensign Morro Caras - Sleep away bay
Morro Caras
(( Sickbay, Deck 5, USS Octavia E. Butler ))
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: What is Rugby?
Caras opened his mouth for a moment to answer, but to be honest. He had played it and he still wasn’t so sure. He tried to find a way to describe it, but it was such a foreign thing and he didn’t even really know where it came from.
Miash: You should sit back Lieutenant Nilsen, take it easy.
Arlill: You better listen Nilsen, I’ve seen what Ferengi do to people who don’t listen to their deals ::winking at Miash:: (beat) ::to Sh’shelor:: Rugby is a old Earth game Nilsen can’t seem to get out of his mind.
Morro nodded at Arlill’s comment. Every Ferengi he knew did not take reneging on any of their deals lightly. Is that why Miash was here? Did she make a deal to get into StarFleet? Wouldn’t she have to do the same things as everyone else? Was there more to this Ferengi?
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?
Caras looked at Nilsen with puppy dog eyes for his response. He needed to see Nilsen dance. Someone even larger than himself was very rare. All of the other Orions he had danced with were much smaller than he was.
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.
Caras wasn’t sure what part of that the Doctor was referring to. It was pretty normal to get banged up on a mission. Caras had gotten fairly banged up just in hologram simulations, and that was with the safeties on. Morro figured that it shouldn’t be normal to treat it like it was nothing. That seemed like a weird way to try and prove something to no one. Caras didn’t see Nilsen as a macho type, but he did seem like the type of person that didn’t want anyone to worry about him. Which he should learn, mostly has the opposite effect on people.
Sh’shelor: That is an odd thing to be normal about.
Arlill: I wouldn’t bother doctor, when he’s not being evasive he’s being stubborn.
Toxin was right, Nilsen did seem to have a little bit of a stubborn streak, but mostly when it came to himself. Some people called that a “can do attitude”, but Nilsen did insist everyone get treated before him. Was there such a thing as positive stubbornness?
Caras: don’t know why he’s so shy about being helped.
Miash: That’s not a very friendly thing to say dear.
Caras looked to Miash, but saw he was addressing Lieutenant Arlill. He wasn’t sure he agreed. Arlill always seemed to be fairly objective in Caras’ mind, and he knew that the two were friends. At least Lhandon had said that they were friends. Miash had brought something to Caras’ attention, was Arlil ever friendly with Lhandon?
Miash: How did you hurt it this time dear ::to nilsen::
Nilsen: It got caught in the rungs of the ladder as I feel down the turboshaft. Not my finest moment.
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?
Miash: Right away ens…doctor.
Caras looked back and forth to that after the exchange. Miash wasn’t wrong, but Caras did know that even if they were an Ensign, Doctors preferred the title of doctor. The exchange didn’t seem to bring up any malicious intent, and went unaddressed by Dr. Nis
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.
Y’all? Was she from the place on earth known as “the south?” Caras remembered that’s where most of those cowboy movies were set.
Arlill: Not sure the Lieutenant, Junior-Grade, knows how to relax.
Caras once again agreed with Arlill. He had always seen Nilsen being lively, active, or extremely focused, but never lazy or relaxed really.
Caras: He nearly destroyed his leg helping me. So thank you::bowing head to Jania::
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?
Jania walked out of the sickbay. Then She popped her head in again just to emphasize her point.
Nis: Seriously. Rest.
As the lights dimmed everyone settled a bit into their biobeds, a brief silence fell over the crew. That let some of the thoughts of the last mission finally coalesce in the minds of the crew. Peacefully. Until Caras’ invasive thought broke the silence.
Caras: Is this what an earth sleepover is like?
Nilsen: Response
Sh’shelor: You heard her. Rest.
Tags!
((left for Nilsen to close it out for us))
[end of scene for Ensign Caras]
Ensign Morro Caras
Engineering Officer
USS Octavia E. Butler
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