JP - LtC Foster and LtC DeVeau - The Curious Case of Alora DeVeau Part 2

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Amanda Nordstrom

Jan 27, 2021, 11:11:19 PM1/27/21
to StarBase 118 Ops – UFOP: StarBase 118

((Starbase 118 Ops - Sickbay))

He nodded, tipping his antennae downwards.  Never one to sugarcoat things he went towards the facts and then tried to cushion then afterwards.

Foster: But the scans your tissues have regressed about five years since the last intensive scan.

DeVeau: Great.

Five years in nine months.  That didn’t bode well for Alora.

Foster: If this is accelerating, this is something we need to treat immediately.  ::If they could treat it.  Wyn didn’t fully understand it.:: which means if you allow it, we need to pull in a range of specialists.

DeVeau: A range?

Foster: ::He spoke with an understanding compassion, layered with pragmatism.:: Temporal physics is a field that takes the better part of a decade to master.  So is microsurgery.  I chose the latter.  I need someone who’s an expert in the former.

He would always admit his weaknesses, and allow people who had those strengths to step forward and help if it meant saving a patient.

Alora wanted a cure.  Was there a cure?  Could there be a cure?  It was hard to imagine aging backward.  Aging forward was so normal, so expected, but this was odd.  Maybe if it happened gradually like aging forward would do, it wouldn’t be so bad.  The problem was, this wasn’t gradual.  She was losing time rapidly.  

DeVeau: Exactly how many people are we talking about?  

Foster: That depends.  This base is huge and we have a myriad of resources here.  We can pull them all in.  On the flip side then lots of people will know what’s going on and be looking intimately into this incident.  ::he fixed clear blue eyes on her.:: I can’t tell you what decision to make, but I generally advise doing whatever you need to do to preserve both your life and your quality of life.

DeVeau: Yeah, I would kind of like to preserve my life. 

Alora frowned and closed her eyes a moment, contemplating her situation - not that she hadn’t done that for hours and hours over the course of the last few months. 

DeVeau: I definitely want eyes on this.  At the same time, like you said, I need to preserve my quality of life.  I don’t want to be stuck in a lab for test after test and not be able to actually /live/.  So, yeah, please call in some eyes, but let’s not turn me into an experiment.

The little Andorian nodded to her very soberly.  He understood the desire for quality of life very well.  She was a person first and foremost and a person should never be a lab experiment in his book.

Foster: I will drag someone to the brig myself if they treat you like a lab rat.  You are a patient and that makes you a person.  You get control of your own healthcare process.  That is your right as a sentient being.

Alora leveled her gaze at the medical officer.

DeVeau: I also insist that I be involved as more than just the subject.  I want to have my own eyes on everything. I want to be a part of the process as well. 

His antennae curled gently downward and he bit his bottom lip for a moment, metering his words before speaking.

Foster: I don’t know what kind of medical officers you may have served with before, Commander.  But let me assure you that I firmly believe that each individual maintains the final say on their own healthcare.  You are as involved as you want to be, in fact I welcome it.  I would only put a stop to it if I believed - and had full confirmation from the chief counselor - that you were medically unfit to weigh in.  And I don’t see any sign of that at present.

To be fair, at the time, Alora had NOT been medically fit to be involved in the process.  Too much had happened, and she had been far too consumed with grief at the time to be involved.  That, however, was then.  Intensive and thoughtful counseling on Raymond's part, and time, had helped bring her to a point where she could function, to where she could be a lucid part of the process.

DeVeau: Thank you.  I appreciate that.

Wyn’s antennae sprang upwards and slowly curled back down as his eyebrows lifted expressively.

Foster: Yeah, well ::he gave a small chuckle.:: It’s a two-way street.  I’m no one’s mother and I firmly believe that patients need to take responsibility for their own recovery as well.

DeVeau: I'm trying.

Alora managed a rueful smile.  Doctor Foster probably didn't have a really good sense of how much she still struggled, and how true it was when she said she was trying - though not so much physically as emotionally.

DeVeau: So, what do we do now?

Foster: Short term?  I want to go over the medications you are taking to help mitigate this process.  We can switch things around to get a more efficacious slowing of the effect.  But we will want to call in a specialist as soon as possible to get working on a long term solution.

Alora nodded, her expression becoming more solemn.

DeVeau:. Who do you suggest?

Foster: Goodnes.  I know your fellow scientist Taelon is experienced in temporal physics.  He would know better.  But there’s a few temporal scientists onboard.  As for medical?  Eireen Byrne has some broad specialty areas - haven’t talked much with her.  And Zabrielle Liden is a civilian cross trained medical science specialist with a bunch of trill lifetimes.  Haven’t talked much with her either - but I can talk with either on your behalf without disclosing details if you like.

Alora canted her head to the side.

DeVeau:. The names sound familiar, but I admit, I'm more knowledgeable about straight up scientists in the field than I am medical.

Foster: To start we should do a basic temporal stabilization treatment and look into Lanaproxaline treatment, a drug developed to assist Devidian refugees with temporal instabilities.

DeVeau:. Then by all means, let's get started.

He tipped his head towards her, adjusting the scanning equipment.

Foster: I’m going to do a full bioscan and do a test run of the Laxaproxaline on a holosimulation and with a small sample of your DNA.  That’s because better safe than sorry with a drug that is so uncommonly prescribed.

He was extremely careful when it came to patients well being, willing to double and triple check something’s safety before administering it.

Uncommonly prescribed, coupled with a medication that had basically been created for her because of her condition.  Alora nodded slowly.  

DeVeau: You think that will give some answers?  You think the laxaproxaline will help?  She’d had scans done before, and she was pretty sure that medicine hadn’t been tested.  Didn’t seem the sort of thing that might have normally been used for such a condition.  Well, Alora didn’t really have a normal condition now, did she?  

Foster: It’s a quality of life medicine at base.  The best outcome is that it slows the aging process, but it cannot fix things.  Only afford relief and time.

Hopefully that was enough.  It had to be enough.

A grim thought.  Quality of life.  Not a cure.  Quality of life.  Alora bowed her head for a moment and took a deep breath.  She’d already come face to face with this fact, but it still wasn’t easy when she was reminded of it.  And her condition only reminded her of other things she didn’t want to think about.  After a moment, she opened her eyes and focused on the doctor.  

DeVeau: All right.  Thank you doctor. 

Foster: I can’t promise miracles, but I will promise that you have a say in every treatment and I will do whatever I can.

Alora nodded and sat to await as he prepared to run the scan.  There still weren’t any answers.  There was no promise of any answers.  But there was a hope of some answers.  That was something she hadn’t lost - hope.  And with Commander Foster and others working with her, maybe that hope would turn into reality. 


Lt Commander Shar’Wyn Foster Head Surgeon StarBase 118 Ops



Lt. Cmdr. Alora DeVeau

Science Officer

Starbase 118 Ops


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