Star Trek: Theurgy

Day 35 [1047 hrs.] Restitution

June 13, 2020, 06:30:58 PM

RESTITUTION
STARDATE 57644.19
APRIL 14, 2381
1047 HRS.

[ Lt JG Nator 159 | Sickbay | Deck 15 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy ] attn: @Jmjs7125

It was odd, s/he decided. Nator could well remember the events of the last time s/he had seen Chief Song - the upside-down NCO, the repair job on the grav generator - but the man himself could have been anyone. It was only his build and voice s/he recalled, when they'd begun their job earlier today. It seemed hir memory was not yet quite recovered, but the various triggers and circumstances for proper recollection also escaped hir. It was all a bit random, still.

At least s/he still had hir skills.

Nator brought hirself back into the present moment however, because s/he had to shift Morgan's weight across hir shoulders a little, pulling his arm further down as hir other hand hefted his torso a little higher. S/he wasn't the strongest crewman aboard, but s/he was mostly wire and sinew, and hir metabolism meant s/he could drag him a good distance. "Nearly there, Chief," s/he grunted as they rounded the last corner, a blueshirted rating getting out of their way.

"Nurse!" the Hermat called as they got through the door to the secondary sickbay. "Can I put this one down anywhere?" s/he asked sardonically.

"Right here," came the answer, and she took Morgan's other arm to help move him over to the nearest biobed. His feet weren't quite dragging on the deck, but most of the strength seemed to have gone out of him. "What happened?"

"We were working on an EPS shunt in one of the impulse vanes," the lieutenant explained. "I don't know if it was the heat or what, but he collapsed.  I brought him right here," s/he said, pushing hir hair back out of hir face as the nurse started scanning him. A (competent) ensign had been left to finish up their task - Nator could only hope they wouldn't be seeing them in here in short order, too.

"Is he, ah, gonna be okay?"

Re: Day 35 [1047 hrs.] Restitution

Reply #1 – June 15, 2020, 04:02:25 AM

[ CPO Morgan Song | Sickbay | Deck 15 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy ] attn: @Top Hat

Morgan could barely feel his hands. Or anything else for that matter. Just the harsh wind and the biting chill around him. There was nothing before him but miles and miles of snow. He tried to find shelter from the storm, but he could barely see anything two meters in front of him, much less whatever was up ahead. All he could do was keep walking forward. Each step took every ounce of strength he had. He could feel his insides tighten as he pushed through the ever-rising snow.

A quick burst of light flashed across the sky, and then he saw it. A figure in the distance. Another flash of light and he could see them more clearly. Nuran? Nuran! All of the weight seemed to melt away and he was able to run to her. He had never felt so happy in all his life. God, he had missed her so much. Just as he reached out to touch her she disappeared, and in her place was a Klingon warrior, bloodlust in his eyes. He screamed with glee as he plunged a Bat'leth into Morgan's chest.

He tried to scream, but no noise escaped from his mouth. Almost as if his vocal cords were no longer there. When the Klingon removed his bat'leth, Morgan fell back into the snow. The snow beneath him turned as ren as the sands of Vulcan before everything erupted in fire, and flames sprang up from his wound. He sank deeper and deeper into the melting snow as the Klingon just stood above him and laughed. He could hear Nuran calling his name, but he couldn't force his body to do what his mind asked of it. Soon he was completely under the snow, surrounded by haunting darkness, where the only sound was the laugh of the Klingon. This couldn't be how it ends, he could die like this. No..., No...

"No!" Morgan shot up from the bio-bed like a teenager late for the bus. In the blinding light of Sickbay, he could barely tell where he was. His instinct was to panic, but after a moment his eyes adjusted and he was back on the Theurgy. He placed his hand to his throbbing temple as he looked around. The last thing he remembered was working on an EPS shunt with...

He finally saw Lt. Nator tucked away in the corner. They must have dragged him all the way from the Impulse vane, based on the bruises he could feel forming from where he was held on his arms. He tried to recall what had happened. They were almost finished and then he felt a bit light-headed. He saw brief flashes like the ones in his dream. Lights,... the corridor lights. He must have faded in and out on the journey to sickbay. But why had he passed out in the first place?

Re: Day 35 [1047 hrs.] Restitution

Reply #2 – June 21, 2020, 06:29:16 PM

[ Lt JG Nator 159 | Sickbay | Deck 15 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy ] attn: @Jmjs7125

Nator sat on a stool next to the biobed in the relatively quiet infirmary ward. Compared to what s/he remembered of the main sickbay after having been awoken from stasis, it was a little calmer in here, though s/he supposed that could be down to the fact that the ship hadn't actually been shot at in the last month. One out of the last four isn't bad, s/he said to hirself, scrolling through a PADD while s/he kept a distant eye on the continuing work on the vane.

S/he pushed a hand through hir hair, dense keratinoid claw tips raking across hir scalp as s/he sighed. There had been a raft of questions from the receiving blueshirt (no, he hadn't been lifting anything heavy, no, there was no equipment malfunction, yes, he'd been fine when s/he'd met him, how should s/he know how well-rested he was, etc), but for the moment s/he'd been left alone with Song while the nurse went away to fetch something. The Hermat didn't really want to leave him alone to wake in a totally different environment to the one from which he'd thoroughly checked out... it wasn't as if his issue was self-inflicted, for one.

And even when s/he'd had to send idiot ensigns from hir own department to sickbay there had been someone with them.

"No!"

The sudden movement and shout startled the svelte Ops officer, who had to bat hir PADD around a few times in mid-air before s/he could catch it again. "Grief-" s/he swore under hir breath, depositing the tablet on hir stool and moving to the bed. "Easy, Chief. Nurse!" Nator called.

"You're in sickbay," s/he explained. "You collapsed while we were working. You haven't been out long." The nurse waved a scanner unit over Morgan, reading her tricorder as she went. Nator looked at her expectantly.

"You're exhausted," she informed him, folding the tricorder. "Your artificial organs... what advice were you given about them?" The tone implied that she thought that whatever it was, Morgan probably hadn't been following it.

Nator glanced between them, wondering if s/he should be listening to this, and took half a step back. S/he knew what s/he'd feel like if the nurse were discussing hir own cognitive problems in front of another crewman. Still, s/he was caught between not wanting to abandon the man and wanting to respect his privacy. The result was inaction.

Re: Day 35 [1047 hrs.] Restitution

Reply #3 – June 24, 2020, 07:54:20 PM

[ CPO Morgan Song | Sickbay | Deck 15 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy ] attn: @Top Hat

His head was still throbbing when Lt.Nator called for the nurse. He suppose it would be too presumptuous of him to ask if they could be just a little bit quieter, especially since they did drag him all the way to sickbay. They could have just asked for a medic to come down there or get a site to site transport.

He barely had a moment to orient himself before the nurse was scanning him up and down with a tricorder. He could barely hear Lt.Nator explain what had happened. But he heard the mention of his recent procedure loud and clear.

In the chaos of the past month he had barely had any time to himself. He was so busy with away missions, or taking care of the ship, he didn't even have that much time to eat and sleep outside of what was necessary to keep himself active.

He only caught bits and pieces of what the nurse was saying, as the pounding noise in his head blocked out every other word. He was grateful that the Lieutenant gave him some privacy though. He was already embarrassed enough as it is.

Re: Day 35 [1047 hrs.] Restitution

Reply #4 – July 03, 2020, 06:30:32 PM

[ Lt JG Nator 159 | Sickbay | Deck 15 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy ] attn: @Jmjs7125

The medic frowned a little in concern at the lack of response from Morgan, before gently guiding him to lie back on the bed. Nator wasn't sure if s/he saw a faint flush in his cheeks or not, or if there was just generally some colour returning to his skin. S/he nervously tapped one claw tip against the back of hir PADD, which mostly served to remind the nurse that s/he existed.

"You're responsible for these bruises, I assume?"

"Ah-"

"Transporters exist."

S/he was taken right back home, to when s/he'd carried Hemar 32 across country for kilometres to get hir medical aid. Hemar hadn't made that journey in the end, but the extent of hir injuries then had rendered Nator's assistance moot regardless. This time, though, there wasn't much opportunity to deflect the guilty twist in hir stomach. Not to mention the folly of trying to challenge a blueshirt on their home turf.

"I'll remember that, thank you," s/he said instead, neutrally. "Things were tight inside the maintenance space and I didn't want to just leave him lying a corridor while someone came to us," s/he explained, though the nurse didn't exactly look convinced.

"How long should he be here?" Nator asked, as a way to get hirself out from under the spotlight. "So I can report to Engineering to let them know to make sure his shifts are covered," s/he added.

Though the look s/he got still told hir that it had come across as hir having more concern for his work not getting done rather than his having time to recover. Ah well. Still no better at people, despite hir retreating prosopamnesia.

Re: Day 35 [1047 hrs.] Restitution

Reply #5 – July 09, 2020, 04:27:28 PM

[ CPO Morgan Song | Sickbay | Deck 15 | Vector 03 | USS Theurgy ] attn: @Top Hat

Morgan was grateful to be able to lay back down, as it helped some of the pain in his temples subside. He closed his eyes and did his best to listen to what the nurse was saying, in case there was anything he needed to know.

He frowned a bit when the nurse was so harsh to the Lieutenant. If the roles had been reversed he probably would have made the same call and moved them to a more open location before asking for a medic or transport. And he could have been imagining it, but they almost sounded guilty about something. He didn't know why though.

He relaxed a bit when they mentioned getting his shift covered. He felt bad to have put everyone in this position, but at least he knew the work would be continued as soon as possible. That was one thing he knew that he and the Lt. had in common: They both ensured that their work was done quickly and efficiently, a quality he admired.

When he heard their footsteps on the carpet as they passed, he managed to let out a soft “Thank You, Lieutenant.”

- FIN