Lieutenant JG Wyla Avae - Mostly Patched Up
Rameses
((Sickbay, Deck 10, USS Ronin - in orbit of Gas Giant A, Ross 580 System))
Sickbay was still a mess. The power surge from the attempted power transfer between the ship and the research outpost on the moon had been the culprit for half their equipment not working. Two extra bio beds had been brought back online by the DC teams. But most of the lightning was still offline or at best flickering like they were in one of those Human horror holonovels that kept her up for weeks after watching. The flashing red light of the red alert didn’t help any.
The bright side was that they had at least managed to triage and treat the worst of the patients that had been brought in. At least no one was dying from radiation poisoning any more. Sadly, some of their own people had been wounded. The fact there were Tholians down there made Wyla angry and worried. She’d already lived through the nightmare of the Siege of DS33. She still had, well, nightmares, about the sheer volume of people they had to treat. Tholian suit blades left some of the nastiest wounds she’d seen.
Thankfully, Ian was no worse for wear as she looked down over him once the medication to revive him had been administered.
O’Connor: What hap…::he tried to sit up but stopped when a stab of pain shot through his abdomen:: Oooof.
Avae: Easy, Commander. Don’t sit up just yet. You’re still recovering and you’re on board the Ronin.
She smiled and spoke softly.
Shortrith: Response
Wyla smirked as he was given a hypo.
O’Connor: The rest? Wren, T’Fearne and the tech?
Avae: They’re all back on board. On the bridge I think.
Shortrith: Response
He looked like he’d just remember something.
O’Connor: The kids. Did you get the kids out?
The Antosian’s face scrunched into an unpleasant scowl for a moment but she nodded.
Avae: Yeah, the little monsters are all secured and hopefully still sedated. ::she grumbled:: They’re not actually kids by the way. Just de-aged adults.
Shortrith: Response
O’Connor: Ok, good. Thanks.
His eyes focused down to Renaie’s side.
O’Connor: What about your arm?
Shortrith: Response
Wyla focused on his bio readings while the two conversed, to make sure there weren’t any complications.
O'Connor: Were those from...?
Avae: Yep. I told her if we left slight scars it would give her a little mystery. ::she giggled::
Shortrith: Response
He let out a long breath and looked at the two medical professionals with gratitude.
O’Connor: Thanks, the next several hundred rounds of drinks are on me.
Wyla giggled again then followed where Ian was looking.
O’Connor: Wait, I don’t owe her too, do I?
Avae: Sadly, yes. She helped triage everyone. And annoyingly she’s good at her job.
Shortrith: Response
She noticed how much he frowned and tilted her head slightly.
Avae: Are, are you in pain, Commander?
Shortrith: Response
O’Connor: No, no. Not that. The pain’s definitely dialing down. ::he suppressed a chuckle ‘cause it hurt:: I was just trying to decide if it’s worse owing my life to her or Beck? Man, I need to stop getting hurt.
This time Wyla snorted before she could stop herself and she shot them both a bashful expression whilst giggling slightly.
Avae: I’ll be sure to let Beck know you said that. And I agree. Commander Raga is bad enough. I think he’s trying to collect Purple Hearts like they were collectibles.
Shortrith: Response
As he tried to sit up again Wyla moved to stand so she could hold an arm behind his back as he did so just in case he needed the support.
O’Connor: How long ‘til I can get outta here? Something tells me this isn’t even close to over with yet.
She glanced up at the red alert lights flashing around the room, then shrugged towards Renaie.
Avae: That’s up to the doc, here. If it was my call you’d be here for at least another day. But, I doubt the Alliance will give us that opportunity. I suppose, as long as you don’t exert yourself?
She looked towards Renaie for confirmation since she was the doctor it was her call to make.
Shortrith/O’Connor: Response
Avae: Meaning no running, fighting, breakdancing or trying to break Commander Raga’s weight lifting record. ::she smirked::
Shortrith/O’Connor: Response
As they spoke another biobed nearby lit up, and a sweat drenched engineer crawled out from under the bed in question. She gave a grateful nod towards them.
Avae: Thank you, Dahl.
Dahl: Sure thing, LT. Biobeds five, ten, thirty and forty one are all going to need new isolinear boards. It’s going to take some time to get them all back up and running. Maybe a half hour. I have to get more parts from Engineering.
She watched the engineer leave the room and looked back at Ian and Renaie.
Shortrith/O’Connor: Response
[tags/Start Act 3]
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Lieutenant JG Wyla Avae
Chief Nurse
as boisterously simmed by
Commander Toryn Raga
First Officer
USS Ronin - NCC-34523
Writer ID: A239410TR0
https://wiki.starbase118.net/wiki/index.php?title=Toryn_Raga