Ensign Juliet Banks: Crying in the Toilets is Perfectly Normal
Juliet Banks
((Bridge, Deck 1, USS Khitomer, the Lagoon Nebula))
Hobart: =/\= All hands, this is the Captain! BRACE! =/\=
As the second shockwave threw the bridge into further chaos, Juliet lost her weak grasp on the chair she was leaning against, sliding first one way along the deck and then rapidly back, slamming into the base of the helm chair and losing all the breath she’d struggled for. Humiliatingly, her already tenuous command over her rebellious innards failed, and she retched up the little that was in her stomach, heaving helplessly. Gradually the retching subsided, and she hauled herself back to mostly-vertical, feeling even worse than before.
Still, as she surveyed the bridge with a quick glance, she couldn’t help but feel that she’d gotten off relatively light. Lt Semara was tending to Lt Zerva, who looked like he’d sustained some worrying head injuries, while the Captain was seeing to a green-stained Commander T’Dara. Ensign Graves, fortunately, looked relatively unscathed.
Juliet slid properly into her seat, and looked over her console to be sure the ship had settled to a standstill again.
oO And… not quite. Oo
She input a few very gentle adjustments to correct the momentum the shockwave had imparted, and took a deep breath. And regretted it when the bitter air, heavy with smoke and the fumes of burning electrical components, clawed at her throat and triggered another struggle not to gag.
Hobart: Sound off!
Banks: The ship is at rest, Captain. :: She swallowed deeply :: We have impulse engines online but – er – I’m not getting full data, but I think warp’s offline for now.
Semara: Graves! Check the anomaly. I got the Lieutenant.
T'Dara: ::more to herself than anyone:: Shall I bother with a damage report?
Graves: I am fine, sir.
The Kelpien was concentrating hard at his console, and Juliet was absently glad he, at least, had escaped injury.
Graves: The n-nebula is seemingly f-free of any gravity wells of a-any size. We are sh-short on functioning sensor r-relays but I will continue t-to confirm.
C.Dewitt: =/\= Engineering to Bridge. Please tell me we don't have to this again. =/\=
Semara: :: To the Bridge :: Those sound like good readin's, but do an active sweep. Make sure it's just reverberations. :: To Zerva :: Don't move, Ezra...
Graves: Aye, s-sir.
Hobart: =/\= Stand by, Connor. =/\=
T'Dara: Gravity plating... online. Life support online... Warp drive... minimal vibratory variation. Unlikely. Prognosis... very tired...
Zerva: ::groaning:: Ugh... S... Semara...? Not... too tight. It... hurts...
Semara: :: Checking Ezra's pulse at the neck. To Hobart. :: He needs immediate attention, cap'n. :: To Graves. :: Suggest Graves takes over. My console's shot, anyway. As am I any second...
T'Dara: Love to help.
Graves: Y-you don't look f-fit for duty.
Hobart: Ensign Graves, get us a safe course home, and reset our systems.
Graves: Yes sir, I-I will revert f-flight parameters back to s-standard and monitor for further activity as we pr-prepare for departure.
Hobart: =/\= Bridge to Engineering, we're clear. Time to put us back together so we can go home. Bridge out. =/\=
Juliet watched as Ensign Graves collapsed into his chair and the Captain prepared Commander T’Dara for emergency sickbay transport. Lieutenant Semara had already escorted Lieutenant Zerva away, and the bridge was getting emptier and emptier.
She swallowed again. The roiling in her stomach wasn’t going away, breathing was painful enough that she wished it was optional, and there was definitely something hurting inside. A trip to Sickbay was probably in order for herself, too, but she could hold out for now.
Hobart: Computer, initiate emergency transport—Commander T'Dara to sickbay.
The Vulcan woman’s prone form shimmered and vanished, and the Captain turned to Juliet and Ensign Graves.
Hobart: Ensign Banks, best possible speed on Ensign Graves's course. If thrusters is all you've got for now, thrusters is all we use.
Banks: Yes, sir.
She nodded in acknowledgement, wearily, and started inputting navigation directives as Graves’ course calculations appeared on her display.
Banks: Course laid in. Engaging at impulse speed.
((Timeskip of a couple of hours))
((Near Sickbay, Deck 6, USS Khitomer, Lagoon Nebula))
Juliet all but dragged herself out of the turbolift and along the corridor to Sickbay. Her limbs felt leaden, the discord in her innards continued unabated, and on top of everything she was developing a pounding headache. She’d only thrown up once more on the Bridge and she’d even managed to make it to the head in time, where she’d stopped for a minute to have a bit of a cry, although putting it like that made it sound like the tears had been voluntary and optional rather than being suddenly overwhelmed with the release of tension.
Overall it was a rather bedraggled Ensign Banks who approached through the doors into Sickbay’s clean, cool interior.
oO Still… I’m betting I’m one of today’s lucky ones, comparatively. Oo
She sighed, and tapped the door controls, stepping inside to present herself for medical attention.
((Sickbay, Deck 6, USS Khitomer, Lagoon Nebula))
Sure enough, Sickbay was a bustle of activity, but it wasn’t long before a Klingon woman in a nursing uniform approached, medical tricorder at the ready.
Othin: What is the nature of your medical problem?
Juliet blinked, a little taken aback by the nurse’s directness, but rallied in time with her increasingly sluggish synapses.
Banks: I’m not sure. I hit a couple of hard surfaces earlier during the shockwave impacts. Uh- pain in the torso ::she indicated the vicinity of her ribs::, some internal pain, nausea and occasional vomiting, and an increasing headache.
She gulped, and swallowed down a bubble of nausea that threatened to turn into more retching.
Banks: Probably some smoke inhalation, too. And… lethargy, but that’s probably just regular tiredness.
It slowly started sinking in: the crisis was over. She could stop. Her shoulders dropped; her posture slumped; she could have happily just sat on the floor and gone to sleep right there if she weren’t in the middle of a thoroughfare.
She looked around the busy Sickbay, and then back to the Klingon woman. She gave the nurse a wan smile.
Banks: It’s my first day.
Ohnari / A. Dewitt / others: Response (optional)
((OOC: I figured I’d put the tags in for anyone in Sickbay who wants to respond or meet Juliet, but I don’t mind if people are done with Sickbay and just want to move on to shore leave.))--
Ensign Juliet Banks
HCO Officer
USS Khitomer
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