PNPC Lieutenant Sylvie Doucet - Innocent Questions with Not So Innocent Answers
V'Nille
(( Main Sickbay, Deck 5, USS Valkyrie-A ))
Doubling the dose proved to be the solution. The Cullum awoke with a start. Their bulk was too much to be fast, but Sylvie still took two steps back for safety.
Cullum: Ugh. Where am I?
Doucet: You’re on the USS Valkyrie-A, a Starfleet vessel. We’re in orbit of Tavros III. We found you comatose in a container floating in space. How do you feel?
The large being turned and looked at Sylvie and their surroundings for a long moment before answering.
Cullum: … I see. Do you have water? I am very thirsty.
oO Well, he’s taking it well enough. Oo
Doucet: Of course. I’ll get you a glass. Just stay here. I’ll be right back.
The Cullum nodded slowly and leaned back on the biobed. Sylvie hoped the initial lethargy was just an aftereffect of whatever put him to sleep, but time would tell. In the meantime, they would get a tall glass of water and check in with Strathmore at the same time. They tracked him down and made sure he wasn’t in the middle of something before speaking.
Doucet: Mission accomplished on my end. I’m getting our new friend some water. How are things on your end?
Sylvie watched as he administered the adrenaline to the Caraadian in front of him
Strathmore: Just finished administering a dose now.
Doucet: Good. I think some of these were either under longer or whatever is putting them to sleep had a stronger effect on them, so it takes a few moments to wake them up.
The second Caraadian began to stir.
Strathmore: We should perhaps get more water.
Doucet: That would be a good idea.
Strathmore: I can go replicate a few more liters.
Sylvie nodded. It wasn’t just about quenching their thirst, really. Giving water freely was an act of kindness that might loosen these patients’ lips and allow them to get information about why they were rendered unconscious in the first place.
Doucet: Do it. I’ll double check everyone’s vitals. Make sure you replicate some cups for them as well.
Strathmore: Response
She smiled at him and nodded. The redhead watched him walk away before turning to the Caraadian. The Caraadian had one identifying marker on them - an emblem of House Larokon, which Sylvie only recognized due to having studied the area in her idle hours. It was no surprise to see at least one of the Great Houses in Tavros. It was a surprise to see one laid out on one of her biobeds. For his part, he had his eyes open now and was studying her in turn. Sylvie put on her best comforting smile.
oO Now why does he look scared as soon as he saw my uniform? Oo
Doucet: Hello there! I am Doctor Sylvie Doucet. We are on board the USS Valkyrie-A, a starship belonging to the United Federation of Planets.
Caraadian: … Starfleet. You’re Starfleet.
Doucet: Yes, that’s right. I’m sure you’re thirsty. My coworker, Ensign Strathmore, is fetching some water now. How are you feeling?
He groaned and rubbed his temples. The mousy-haired man looked around again, confusion and anxiety warring on his face.
Caraadian: Ugh. I just have a headache, is all. What… happened?
Doucet: We don’t know! One of our away teams in a runabout found you and a few others unconscious in a container that was drifting in space. They brought you here for treatment. May I have your name?
Geron: Geron, of House Larokon. You said you found me in space…?
Doucet: Yes.
Strathmore: Response
Doucet: Oh hello, Mister Strathmore! This is Geron.
Strathmore: Response
Geron: Thank you for the water.
Sylvie waited until Geron finished drinking his water and took the cup from him. They used the time to consider how to approach the subject. The only way, they concluded, was to ask it directly.
Doucet: Mister Geron, do you recall who or why you were rendered unconscious and placed into that shipping container.
Almost immediately, the biobed’s monitors showed an increase in heart rate and breathing, signs of increased stress or anxiety made evident by the man’s expression. Sylvie suppressed the urge to frown at the response and kept a neutral expression on their face.
Geron: N-no, of course not. I have no idea who could have done that.
Strathmore: Response