Ensign Haydd - Times of Need
Aaron
((Corridor - Deck 10 - USS Ronin))
It was all hands on deck. For an officer of the counseling department that meant helping where he could. As the red alert klaxon blared and the vessel engaged their enemy it made little sense to take appointments.
Everything seemed to move in slow motion as Haydd moved down the corridor, clutching his bruised side from whatever impact had sent most of the crew on a free unbelted roller coaster ride.
It had become clear by now that most of the telepathic races of the Ronin had been impacted negatively by the Sencha radiation. It might have been reassuring had he not mysteriously lost his own abilities. Instead, he felt a bit of hollow disappointment at his sheer lack of reaction. It was like a confirmation of his loss. He felt a pang of regret at the thought of his childhood chorus and the people who had become like a family, a family that he was forced to leave behind. At least it had led him here, to Starfleet. A new family? Hopefully, he could still do some good.
The Ramatisian broke into a run when he saw two forms ahead, a familiar crewman yelling for help.
Kurrai: Please! We need medical!
On approach Haydd saw the crewman over the lifeless form of a JG Lieutenant. Whipping out a medical tricorder he gave the man a scan and grimaced at the result. He spoke with calm collectedness.
Haydd: We need to get him to sickbay.
Kurrai: Please no, he can’t die. He used his body to cushion my fall, it would be my fault.
Haydd focused on the crewman. His breathing was fast, his hands were shaking and his eyes darted around in desperation. The Ramatisian put a hand on his shoulder to ground him and offered a gentle smile.
Haydd: Kurrai, right?
The man nodded and Haydd pulled the strap of his kit over his shoulder. Popping it open, he prepped a quick hypospray.
Haydd: I want you to breathe, alright? Take a deep breath through your nose and hold it.
The man complied, taking in a shaky breath.
Haydd: Now, blow it out nice and slow through your mouth.
The man complied and Haydd watched his muscles soften and his shoulders lose tension.
Kurrai: I called sickbay but they still aren’t here. They said teleporters were on the fritz.
Haydd: We can do this Crewman. ::He gave him a reassuring nod:: Right?
Kurrai swallowed hard and returned the nod.
Kurrai: We can do this.
Haydd: Keep breathing like I showed you. I’m going to give you something, alright? It’s going to help you.
Kurrai: Alright…::He shifted and diverted his eyes.:: This is my fault.
Applying the hypospray, Haydd applied what he liked to call his ‘divers cocktail’. In a pinch it served as an alternative to the more organic approach of applying ice water to the face and triggering the biological mammal response in order to better regulate heart rate, improve breathing, and redistribute blood flow. Essentially, calm a stressed nervous system.
Haydd: Kurrai, whose choice was it for him to risk himself to help you?
It took him a moment to respond.
Kurrai: His, I guess.
Haydd: That’s right. So you can be grateful, you can be appreciative, and you can absolutely be sad that he got hurt. ::He offered a somber expression.:: But no guilt, alright? You didn’t do anything wrong.
Kurrai lightened somewhat and nodded.
Kurrai: Yeah, I guess you're right. Thanks. ::His expression tightened:: If we each get under one shoulder I think we can get him to sickbay, it isn’t too far.
Haydd smiled to himself as the two propped the man up. It was going to be a busy day. A busy week. A busy month. Hell, he was always going to be busy wasn’t he?
Ensign Haydd
Counseling Officer
USS Ronin
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