Lt JG Braya - Hasty Departure

[Braya of Clan Ralnek]

((Starfleet Medical Center, Bokitu City, Bolarus IX))

Unconscious, her weight fully supported by Hesan, Braya rematerialized with the others inside the bustle of a major hospital. Bright lights, clean floors, crisp coats, professional voices, and modern equipment filled the space, along with an almost oppressive number of starfleet insignia emblazoned on the walls. 

Hesan: Triage should be just around the corner.

Tanner / Tensjal: Response.

Bare moments passed before the pilot was carted to the centre of emergency triage, and placed on a serendipitously vacant bio bed. 

Hesan: Are you with us, Lieutenant?

Though Braya was unresponsive, the arrival of her and her companions had not gone unnoticed by the staff. A Nurse was at their side not a breath later, flipping open a medical tricorder and firing off a list of questions about what happened. It was for Tanner and Tensjal to explain, as Hesan wisely took a step out of the way. 

Tanner / Tensjal: Response.

Hesan: ::to Tanner:: I think it might be better if I go and stay out of the way in the waiting area, sir. 

Tanner / Tensjal: Response.

The tricorder warbled angrily, and the stir of activity around Braya grew with a second Nurse, then a physician, swooping in. Tanner and Tensjal were ushered off graciously, but without room for protest.  

Even in the rush of bodies, eyes here were sharp, and someone did take notice of Tanner’s condition. 

Hesan / Tanner / Tensjal: Response.

((Timeskip for Braya))

A little more than an hour later, Braya was sat up on the biobed, nursing a mild headache and a substantially bruised ego. The attending Nurse tapped on a PADD, filling out discharge documents and asking some final questions. 

Nurse: You should reduce duty shifts the next couple days. I can send that to your XO. What’s their name? 

oO Yeah, let’s not do that. Oo

Braya: ::Lifting wide eyes:: Uh. Put a pin in that, eh? I’ll be right back. Gotta’ hit the head. 

Pushing with both hands, Braya slid off the bed and gave the Nurse a nod. The bat’leth was balanced against a corner, and Braya took it up before slipping away to the waiting area. Sharp eyes raked the room, finding her fellow barroom brawlers. 

Braya: ::Looking beleaguered, but on her feet, and talking fast:: Hey! ‘Preciate’ ya’ gettin’ me here. Feelin' great now. Ya’ll ready t’go? You get them ribs handled, Jax? 

Hesan / Tanner / Tensjal: Response. 

Tags / TBC

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Lt. JG Braya of Clan Ralnek

HCO

USS Eagle

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