[Juneau] Ensign Dekas - Not if. When.

[Ace Christensen]

((Main Sickbay, Deck 7, USS Juneau))

 

Not more than a few seconds later a face he didn’t recognize sprinted into the sickbay. Ensign Vihn, he presumed. Had to be. They wore the tell-tale blue of the science and medical sections. And the tell-tale spots of a Trill, though he hadn’t known that about them prior to this. (He loved a good Trill.) 

 

Dekas: ::exhaling:: … love a good Trill.

 

The Engineer didn’t have the sense to be embarrassed that there were two Trill in the room to hear him say that. He just took another deep, burning breath. It didn’t hurt any less, but that was two breaths down. He could handle this, probably.

 

Vihn: I'm pretty partial to them, myself, so we have that in common. Is it the spots? ::They set about checking Dekas's vitals mid-sentence.::

Han/Qinn/Any: Response

 

Dekas: …S’the appreciation for new experiences, a-and, ah. ::He felt himself fall into shallow breaths, and forced himself to take a deeper one:: unity. Spots are a bonus.

 

Without skipping a beat or looking away from Dekas, the Doctor spoke over their shoulder.

 

Vihn: Unless the Commander has already discharged you, I'd prefer you didn't leave before I can give you a once-over. ::Motor glanced at Kingsley. Their tone wasn't unfriendly, but it took a sterner edge.:: Even if you feel alright. Just to be safe. ::A brief pause.:: Oh. I'm Ensign Vihn, by the way -- or Doctor Vihn. Whichever you prefer.

 

It was unsurprising that Kingsley still left.

 

Dekas: Yes, we spoke I think.

Or rather Vihn and Pelley had spoken. He'd just said some words in a different language and the medical staff was patient with him about it.

Han/Qinn/Any: Response

 

Motor turned their attention to him, and Nurse Pelley

 

Vihn: The treatment appears to be working, but it's an active process. It's fighting the nanoprobes in much the same way white blood cells would fend off a virus. How quickly were you able to get it administered? 

 

Pelley/Any: Response

 

Vihn: The issue is keeping Mister Dekas alive for the medication to do that -- 

 

A wave of instant grief.

 

oO Stop it, Dekas. Get a grip. Oo

 

Vihn: but I think he's got us pretty much covered on that front. ::Looking to Pelley.:: I read the use of bicaridine in the ensign's lifesigns. Was that correct?

 

Relief. Outlook less bleak. He loosened his grip on the biobed and took another breath like an alcoholic might take a shot. It was getting a bit less terrible if only because he was getting used to it.

 

Pelley/Han/Qinn: Response

 

Vihn: ::Nodding.:: This is still ongoing. We need to keep an active eye on Dekas until the last of the nanoprobes is gone. Ensign Dekas, I don't recall you mentioning where you're from?

 

Dekas: Aurelia. ::A comment he’d heard too many people make during the academy came to mind and he found it in him to laugh for a few seconds. It hurt less somehow:: Th-The Bird Place.

 

The small gripes were all so hilariously trivial in comparison to this experience. Dekas didn’t think that would ever bother him again after this. And there would be an after. Tomorrow would be a better day. A hard day. But it wouldn’t be today. Today would not repeat. He wasn’t alone and could handle tomorrow if it came. 

 

oO No. Not if… When. Oo

 

Vihn: Response

 

Any: Response

 

TAG/TBC

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Ensign Dekas

Engineering

USS Juneau

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