Lt. Corey Wethern - Another One Bites the Dust

[Corey Wethern]

((Main Medical Meeting Room - Starbase 118))

Corey rubbed his temple. Thinking next steps as he rejoined the chaos. 

Wethern: Right where are we up to?

Drex: You were discussing accommodations for the diplomatic delegation. :: Raising his head from the PADD:: Can you tell me how many people you expect? I’ve reviewed some of their physiological data, and I can ensure the sensors and environmental controllers can adjusted appropriately.

Foster: Reports say about a dozen Ameoneians.

Voss: ::in pain and on her last nerve:: Stop calling it magic! ::wait… did he say that out loud?:: Arghh… the Ameoneians are not the problem right now. The memory loss is. And whether or not the memory loss could get to the Ameoneians, sure, but can we please just focus? You both need brain scans!

Drex: No. That won’t be necessary. ::He rose from his chair, gathering his PADD.:: I think we should reconvene when the geological information is ready.

Foster: Look… Corey ::he thrust a finger at Corey CMO Guy:: Told us to plant our butts because our brains are scrambled and sickbay is on lockdown. What part of lockdown don’t you understand.

Corey smirked at the pointing to make a point. 

Lyra had to sit back down by one of the monitors.

Wethern: Thank you Dr. Foster, I think maybe we all need to settle down a little. 

Drex stopped before he reached the door. He saw his reflection and was thoroughly perplexed by it.

Corey paused as if hearing a conversation he never thought he would need to have.

Drex: ::frowning:: I’ll need my clothes back.

Foster: You are, in fact, wearing clothes.

Lyra snorted from her chair. 

Corey just looked Wyn as if that wasn't helping.

Wethern: Can you elaborate what you mean by clothes 'back'. Where do you think they are? 

Drex: I don’t know, and frankly, it doesn’t matter. Whatever the reason, I’m leaving and I want my clothes back.

Foster: Where will you go?

Wethern: Let's be clear no one is going anyway in their current state and that is an order. 

oO Not quite sure who I'm ordering but let's give it a go Oo

Drex: ?

Foster: Maybe humor him, let him change clothes and see what is outside?

Wethern: Lt. Drex, I'm happy to replicate you some new clothes but you cannot leave I am afraid. 

Drex: ?

A young Bolian orderly with a pleasant face and a worried expression opened the door Drex was blocking.

Polni: Oh! ::She exclaimed, taking a step back away from the Denobulan:: I’m sorry, Sir…

Wethern: :looking at the orderly: Please tell me you have good news and possible caffeine and sedatives. 

Drex: ?

Polni: No, I just have the brain scans from Lieutenant Voxa, the ones that Doctor Wethern requested. ::She offered out a medical dataPADD:: Excuse me! I’m sorry!

Corey breathed deeply and looked at the PADD, nothing particularly abnormal but signs of neurological growth. 

Wethern: Thank you Polni, I would escape whilst you can. 

Corey watched the door orderly head to the door slightly confused. The quarantine protocol would still allow medical staff in and out at it's base setting but wouldn't allow anyone that was identified as a patient. He wasn't sure what would happen if Foster tried to leave. 

Corey looked at Drex

Wethern: Now do I need to sedate you for a quiet life or will you take a stylish new suit and some tea? 

Drex: ?

Voss got herself up and pushed herself to the furthest. corner of the room, sat down, shoved herself into it, pulled her knees up to her chest, and buried her head in her arms.

Corey raised an eyebrow. 

Voss: ::whispering to herself:: Just wake up, just wake up, just wake up…

Wethern: Voss, you feeling ok? 

Voss/Drex/Foster: ?

Corey sensed the trepidation and tried to think of some inner calm.

Wethern: Play nice you two. Doctor Foster could you assist me please. 

Corey hoped the title might bring back the core role that ran through anyone in medical. 

He crouched down a bit back from Voss. 

Wethern: Ensign, do you remember the last few minutes? Or even where you are? 

Voss/Drex/Foster: ?

Corey smiled and tried to remain calm around the empath. 

Wethern: I'm Corey I'm the Medical Officer here, this is Wyn. How you feeling? Mind if I run a scan?

Foster/Voss: ?

Corey thought if anyone might have a clue what was going on it would show on Voss. 

Wethern: Drex, pass me that neuro synaptic scanner? 

Drex/Foster/Voss: ?

Corey turned to what had been put into his hand and sighed. 

Wethern: That would be a geode hammer......where did you even get this? 

Drex/Foster/Voss: ?

Tags/tbc

Lt Corey Wethern

Chief Medical Officer 

Starbase 118 Ops

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