Lt. Cmdr. DeVeau - "Recovering Patient"
Amanda Nordstrom
((Day 57, Group B on Limbo, Medical Tent ))
del Vedova: Do you know where you are?
DeVeau: Henna ne….
del Vedova: Henna ::beat:: near? Neat?
::He wasn’t listening. Ne...ne...neh...not nee…::
DeVeau: Takosu hoshiidesuyo…
::Alora’s eyes fluttered open and she turned. There was a face
there. It was a squiggly face, but nice looking. She liked that
face. It was familiar. It was friendly. Did it have tacos?::
DeVeau: Hiiiii….
del Vedova: ::cautiously:: Alora?
DeVeau: I’d like crispy beef, no lettuce, but I definitely want
tomatoes and sour cream. Lots of salsa.
del Vedova: You--you do?
::She did. Tacos...so yummy.::
DeVeau: Can I have chocolate ice cream after?
del Vedova: Oh, dear friend, I wish you could. ::beat:: Can you
tell me more about how you're feeling?
DeVeau: My side hurts. I don't like it.
:: He bit his lip, and through the fog of the wooziness of
whatever that plant had injected into her, Alora knew he was
concerned.::
del Vedova: Can you show me where?
DeVeau: Here...no...wait...wait...yes. Yes here.
::Alora pressed gently against the part on her side where the
needle had pricked her.::
:: He placed his hands on Alora's side, feeling for what might be
wrong and waiting for her to flinch as he moved his hands down. ::
del Vedova: Tell me if I"m near the spot.
DeVeau: Loooower. It almost got me in the hip. Just missed my
hip. Tried to hip check me.
del Vedova: Do you remember coming into contact with anything that
might have hurt you?
DeVeau: Yes!
::Alora’s eyes opened wide and she leaned forward, placing both of
her hands on Nic’s shoulders as she half whispered.::
DeVeau: A plant. A new plant! A glorious plant! I have to go
back and get a sample! Plaaaaaant...
:: At that moment, Captain Nickson joined them inside the tent,
taking up more space than she really should have. Alora’s hands
slipped from Nic’s shoulders and she peered up at the woman.::
DeVeau: You look...familiarrrr...
Nickson: How is she, doctor?
del Vedova: For the moment, she's stable. I can't say much more
than that right now, I'm afraid.
DeVeau: At least I’m not dying!
::That elicited a laugh that was far too hearty for the ‘joke’ in
quest. Her head tilted back, the sound filling the tent as she
let it out in a burst of three, short barks then suddenly became
very serious.::
DeVeau: I’m not dead...
Nickson: I'm Captain Nickson, formerly of the Artemis. If he
hasn't told you already, you've been brought to a survivor camp.
What do you remember?
DeVeau: Remember?
::Even as she sat, sort of wavered a little, as if she weren’t
quiet steady.::
DeVeau: Everything. I remember everything. Okay, not
everything, I’m not a Vulcan, but almost everything.
::Alora’s blathering didn’t seem to bother the captain.::
Nickson: ::nods:: I'm told you're a botanist.
::That spurred Alora’s face to light up and she clapped her hands
together in glee.::
DeVeau: Yes! Yes I am! I like plants! And animals! Botanist
and zoologist! Zoologist and botanist! I like them a lot!
Nickson: Our supplies and rations are running low. If you can help
us... it could make the difference between life and death.
::Alora’ frowned and peered more closely at Captain Nickson.
Despite how her head swam and how she was having difficulty
catching on to the proper tongues, what the woman said didn’t make
sense. Rations? Low? Didn’t they see? Around them was oodles
of food! Ooodles and oodles! They couldn’t get more unless it
rained on them!
DeVeau: Oooookay...I’ll help.
::Maybe they had to taught. She could teach them! Alora liked
helping others learn. She liked learning!::
del Vedova: Hang on, then.
Nickson: Response?
::Alora went silent then, still swaying in her seat. The
dizziness was beginning to lessen a little, though.::
del Vedova: I don't want her out and exerting herself until I'm
reasonably certain she'll be able to do so without exacerbating
her condition.
Nickson: Response?
DeVeau: Niiiic…
::Alora’s voice was so low they must not have heard her, for they
continued on without acknowledging her.::
del Vedova: I understand, but she isn't in any state to do that
right now.
Nickson: Response
::The dizziness was better, yes, but something else was going
on…::
DeVeau: Niiiiic...
Nickson/del Vedova: Response
DeVeau: I think…
::Alora was trying to warn them, but the tongues kept flying
away.::
Nickson/del Vedova: Response
DeVeau: I don’t feel so good…
::Then suddenly, Alora bent over and vomited all over Nickson’s
shoes.::
Nickson/del Vedova: Response
::Well that wasn’t good. Alora stared down at the mess her nose
crinkling. Yuck.::
DeVeau: Uh oh.
::A moment later, she vomited again. Then a third time, heaving
up her breakfast and lunch from earlier that day. For several
moments, she wretched until her stomach was finally empty, then
she dry heaved a few moments more. Finally, her body slowed, then
stopped and she gasped for air without any further bodyquakes.::
DeVeau: Oh yuck. I’m sorry…
::There was one good side effect. While still woozy, her mind was
a little clearer and she could think a little straighter.::
Nickson/del Vedova: Response
Lt. Cmdr. Alora DeVeau
Science Officer
USS Veritas
M239008AD0