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Post by Naois Mercy on Jul 7, 2007 19:29:07 GMT
The last training mission had turned out to be a drama for Naois, which had him go over his own training program time and again to see where he had gone wrong. He had taken a navigations cadet out into space for a short flight to have her familiarise herself with a real shuttle, perhaps sooner than she was ready. However the cadet had insisted she was capable, but now Naois berated himself that he ought have known better.
He limped over to the mirror in his bathroom and checked the long gash that went over his forehead. His complexion still was a sort of pale green, though at least he was back on his feet. The cadet had not fared so well; she had been mortally wounded when she crashed her shuttle after initiating landing procedures. She had missed her mark and the shuttle slammed head on against the hull of Resurrection. The two of them had been very fortunate indeed.
The Vulcanoid instructor had spend a week on intensive care and was only now released back on duty. Dabbing the gash with the salve he'd been given, he walked back to his desk and frowned. "How ironic," he murmured as he saw the cadet details, "and just what I need. A medical cadet fussing over me."
He looked up as he heard the knock on the door that led to his office. "Come," he called, though his voice was not as strong as it ought to be.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Jul 7, 2007 21:10:37 GMT
With an immense sigh of relief, Ensign Valeia Roquel gratefully crossed the threshold from the shuttle to Starbase Resurrection. The trip had not been a pleasant one to say the least. Valeia still felt a bit nauseous after the bumpy ride. Her pilot had not been particularly skilled, nor concerned with the comfort of his passenger apparently. If she hadn’t been a doctor with plenty of inaprovaline, she never would have made it this far without ruining the shuttle’s interior upholstery.
Upon her feet hitting the solid deck of the Starbase, she felt better already. She’d left her luggage in the less than capable hands of her pilot, but hopefully he would be more careful with her luggage than he had been with their flight. With her bags supposedly taken care of, the only thing she had left to do was report in to her instructor. Fumbling slightly with her data padd, she scrolled down to find her instructor’s name listed as Captain Naois Mercy.
After requesting the Captain’s location and getting a response from the computer, Valeia headed towards his office to report in. The crazy trip had distracted her from the present situation, including her immense fear at being stationed in space. She hated the unknown, hated change, and secretly blamed Dr. Hudson for talking her out of just resigning when she’d received this assignment. She did not want to be here.
Unfortunately, she was here and before she knew it she stood in front of the door to her instructor’s office. It took her several moments to get up the nerve to signal for entrance, but when she did, the door opened almost immediately. Entering the office, the first thing she noticed was that her instructor was injured. The gash on his forehead looked green and puffy, and her medical instincts kicked in over-riding her fears.
“Ensign Valeria Roquel reporting for duty, Sir.” she stated and paused before adding, “That looks like a nasty cut. Have you received medical treatment?”
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Post by Naois Mercy on Jul 7, 2007 21:26:27 GMT
Naois nodded, almost absentmindedly as he gestured for his new apprentice to take a seat. "However if it makes you feel better, you may take a look at it," he offered gently, before picking up his PADD. Briefly, he closed his eyes as going from looking at his cadet to looking at a PADD made him feel nauseous.
"Now, while you attend to your first patient, please enlighten my curiosity. Why did you choose to become a medical doctor?"
Involuntarily, the Vulcanoid winced as the woman's cool hands touched his skin. It sent an unwelcome shiver down his spine and he had to concentrate on keeping his mental barriers up, which cost him quite a bit of energy. He had read in her profile that she was a Betazoid, though at present he was unaware of her telepathic inability. He assumed, being a full Betazoid, she would be adept at it.
He sighed in relief as she saw to the injury. "I was involved in a shuttle crash," he explained after her story, "I spent a week in intensive care and I was released to my duties only this morning. I suppose your first task as a doctor would be to see to my physical evaluation. I have not had a chance to go back to sickbay for said evaluation. Do you think you can lead the way, using this schematic of the station?" He slid a PADD towards her across his desk.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Jul 7, 2007 23:27:39 GMT
He nodded in response to her question regarding medical care and took a seat. "However if it makes you feel better, you may take a look at it," he offered as he gestured for her to sit.
Ignoring the offered seat, Valeia glanced around looking for a medkit. Fortunately, it was stored in a rather conspicuous location, and she quickly retrieved it. "Now, while you attend to your first patient, please enlighten my curiosity. Why did you choose to become a medical doctor?" he asked.
Talking while treating a patient was a requirement of the job, and as such second nature to her. Gently probing his forehead for underlying swelling and without really thinking about what she was saying, Valeia replied, “Both my parents were doctors. As well as believing that I may have a knack for it, I also wanted to follow in their footsteps so to speak. I also enjoyed science, and especially biology, growing up and had a desire to pursue it further.”
He winced at her touch, and she could sense his apprehension. He was still in some pain and discomfort, and there was nothing she hated more than seeing someone suffering. After scanning him with her tricorder to ensure he didn’t have any drugs that would interact inappropriately, she removed the hypospray and the hydrocortilene from the medkit and administered it.
His muscles immediately relaxed, as the pain subsided. She could sense he was still in some pain, but it was more bearable than it had been a moment ago. Next, she removed the medical tricorder from the med kit and began to scan for less conspicuous injuries he might have sustained.
As she scanned, he explained, "I was involved in a shuttle crash. I spent a week in intensive care and I was released to my duties only this morning.” The scans did not look particularly positive. Although his injuries were healing, they were not fully healed and were still causing some level of pain. She wasn’t entirely sure he should be on duty just yet.
“I suppose your first task as a doctor would be to see to my physical evaluation. I have not had a chance to go back to sickbay for said evaluation. Do you think you can lead the way, using this schematic of the station?" he asked.
As he spoke, he slid the padd with the schematic towards her. Picking it up, she glanced over the schematic and answered quietly, “Yes, Sir. I believe so.”
He stood and indicated for her to lead the way, and as they left his office, she noticed his limp. She resisted the urge to take his arm to help him walk, as he would most likely not appreciate the gesture. “If you need any help just let me know.” she offered gently, hoping the offer alone would not offend him.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Jul 10, 2007 12:37:35 GMT
Acutely made aware of his limitations, Naois nodded as he slowed he pace. "Certainly," he answered, "however I would prefer to walk on my own. I will let you know when I grow fatigued and need assistance."
The pair reached sickbay after making a few necessary stops because Naois started to feel unwell along the way. Surprisingly quiet, the Vulcanoid climbed up on the biobed the cadet designated for him, then waited for her to proceed. "What are you going to do now?" he questioned her, quelling his fear as the diagnostic hemisphere closed over him, effectively trapping him in place.
He closed his eyes, lying perfectly still until she told him he could move again. "How do I rate?" he asked after a long silence.
(you may find anything wrong with him, just make it plausible)
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Jul 11, 2007 5:29:21 GMT
Valeia nodded at his request to walk on his own if possible. She could entirely understand. However, a few moments later, his walking began to appear unstable. She stayed right next to him with her left arm behind him and her right hand hovering over his right shoulder, not actually touching him, but there to help should he lose his balance.
They made their way to sickbay like this, stopping several times at the Vulcan’s request. Valeia became more and more concerned with each stop they made, and briefly considered a site to site transporter several times. However, they managed to make it to sickbay with the Captain still in one piece.
As they entered, several nurses began to approach to help, but Valeia waved them back. She didn’t see fit to needlessly embarrass her patient, especially since they had made it this far. She indicated an empty bio-bed for Naois to sit on, and stayed nearby as he hoisted himself up, albeit weakly.
As soon as he was settled, and there was no longer a risk of him falling, Valeia signaled to one of the nurses who had remained nearby. “I want a padd with a full description of the Captain’s shuttle accident detailing his injuries, treatments received, and all scans performed.” she ordered.
“Yes, doctor,” the nurse replied as he went to download the information Valeia had requested. The second nurse remained where she stood, and Valeia simply acknowledged her presence and indicated she was to remain and assist with the examination. Pressing a button, the hemisphere began to close on her patient.
Speaking of her patient… "What are you going to do now?" he asked, and even though he appeared calm, Valeia could sense his apprehension.
Smiling in a reassuring manor, she leaned down to speak with him. “I’m simply going to run a full scan and compare the results with your previous scans.” she reassured him. She almost told him he wouldn’t feel a thing, but figured he would already know that. She hated when doctors belittled patients. “Just try to remain as still as possible.” she requested before standing straight again.
Tapping a few keys on the side of the bed, she initiated the scan and turned to the computer display on the wall nearby. While the scan was running, she accessed his patient file and brought up the display of his previous scans from the last one before the accident until the one preformed just before his release.
As soon as she’d finished, she’d glanced sideways to find the first nurse with the pad she’d requested. “Thank you.” she said as she took the pad from him and nodded a dismissal. Scrolling down through the information, Valeia noted the major injuries he’d suffered: moderate concussion, severe laceration to the forehead, left arm, and side, two broken ribs, second and third degree burns mainly on the right side of his body, shattered pelvis and broken left femur.
Wincing in sympathy at the list of injuries, Valeia could almost picture how these injuries had occurred and shuddered at the image that produced. It was little wonder he had been in intensive care for a week; in fact, she was surprised he’d gotten out as soon as he did.
“You may feel free to move now, Captain.” she informed him as she retracted the hemisphere but signaled to him that he should remain lying down. She turned back to the wall display and added the results of the recently completed scan to the final column on the chart giving a clear picture of before, after, and now.
After a few moments of scanning the data on the screen, the counselor asked, "How do I rate?"
Turning back, Valeia pulled a chair over and sat next the bed so they could talk more face to face. She preferred it this way, and found that it tended to help calm the patient. She had become very good at reading what patients could handle and what they couldn’t, and in this case, absolute honesty was the way to go.
“You’ve made excellent progress in your recovery, Captain. Your concussion is almost completely healed, although you most likely still have a mild to moderate lingering headache. The gash on your forehead should fade completely within a few days. Your ribs have also mended nicely, although they may be a bit sore for another day or so. You’ll have to keep taking analgesics until the headaches and soreness go away.” Valeia began, giving the good news first.
“However, the extensive amount of regeneration that was necessary to repair your injuries has left you moderately weakened. You need to be taking it easy for at least another week.” she continued. “You’ve also developed a mild infection in the scar tissue of your burns, but that should clear up with a few rounds of antibiotics. Your more serious breaks are healing nicely, but the regenerated bone hasn’t completely calcified yet, so you need to be careful so you don’t cause any more fractures.”
She then waited for his verbal response, observing his emotional responses through her visual and empathic perceptions. She wasn't entirely sure how he would respond.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Jul 12, 2007 20:10:05 GMT
Naois froze mid motion as he was halfway through the process of getting up, when she mentioned his fractures. He hadn't been told the extend of his injuries, only that he should rest as much as possible. "So what is your recommendation?" he questioned her, as he slumped back on the bed, "I am not very good at keeping up with medical treatments, especially not when they concern my own health."
He cast her a wry smile, followed by a wince and he frowned. "Even when my parents are both medical doctors and I practically grew up in sickbay, I am a counselor, not a medical doctor."
The Vulcanoid tried to relax, then sat up with considerable effort after all. "No my dear, the best remedy for me is work." He slid off the bed, to almost immediately collapse to the deck. "Though perhaps I shall not be doing it on my feet," he murmured as he reached for the cadet. "A little assistance please?" he asked, "I cannot get up. I have no sensation in my leg, how is that possible?"
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Jul 12, 2007 20:43:09 GMT
Valeia could feel his surprise. Apparently, the doctors hadn’t seen fit to tell him how serious his injuries were. She shook her head slightly. Telling a nervous, scared patient that things were severe wasn’t a good idea, but telling a stubborn Vulcan that things weren’t severe was just as bad an idea.
"So what is your recommendation?" he asked, lying back down. "I am not very good at keeping up with medical treatments, especially not when they concern my own health." He smiled slightly, which reminded her of the fact that he was half human. His smile was followed by a wince, and she grabbed her tricorder again.
As she resumed scans, he continued, "Even when my parents are both medical doctors and I practically grew up in sickbay, I am a counselor, not a medical doctor."
She nodded in acknowledgement of his words, but her focus was planted firmly on the small screen in front of her. “Doctors of any kind make the worst patients.” she commented without smiling, as the readings she was getting were not good.
"Well you clearly need to rest and allow your injuries to properly heal before you place any physical strain on them. That would only prolong the injury at best or worse, cause you to re-injure yourself.” Valeia replied to his earlier question.
He seemed to ponder her words a moment as she turned to check on a few readings on the main display. However, as soon as her back was turned, he decided to get up, and began to do so before she could stop him.
“No my dear, the best remedy for me is work." he replied determinedly as his feet touched the ground, but as she turned to stop him, he had already collapsed onto the floor. "Though perhaps I shall not be doing it on my feet," he added.
"A little assistance please?" he requested, which Valeia offered even as he was asking. As the breaks were on the left side, she moved around to his right side and firmly took hold of his arm to help hoist him up.
However, as his legs provided no support, he remained where he was. "I cannot get up. I have no sensation in my leg, how is that possible?" he asked.
The words were carefully measured, but Valeia could sense the slight edge of panic behind them, as was to be expected. Lifting his arm and ducking underneath, she used her shoulder to apply all her strength to lifting him up.
It was enough to get him up, but not enough to get him on the bed, so she called for help, and the male nurse returned and helped her get him back onto the bed. She wasn’t sure where the second nurse had gone, but she was not pleased that she had not been there to help as Valeia had indicated she was to stay.
“Thank you.” she said to the nurse. “Please stay in case I should require any further assistance.” He nodded in response, and Valeia hoped he would comply.
Turning back to her patient, she responded, “You are to stay there until I say otherwise.” She allowed a hint of disapproval to creep into her voice as she reinitiated the hemisphere, partly to assist with discovering what he’d done to himself and party to keep him where he belonged.
She initiated a new scan, and added a new column to the chart she had displayed on the wall. The nurse moved to pick up the tricorder, which she had dropped in the rush to help the Captain, and placed it on the instrument tray. She sent a grateful smile his way, before readings began flooding the screen.
She had to wince as she saw the problem. His still weakened pelvis had developed a series of minute fractures, which had caused the bone to shift slightly, moving his spine out of alignment and compressing the spinal cord.
Sighing, and deciding to take a more delicate approach, Valeia once again pulled the chair over to sit face to face with her patient. “Your pelvis has developed a new series of small fractures which is causing your spinal cord to be compressed. It’s not too serious, and I can and will repair the damage, but this will happen again and could be worse if you don’t take it easy.” she informed him carefully.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Jul 14, 2007 21:11:24 GMT
Naois sighed and settled back on the bed, motioning for her to continue. "Remind me not to fly with cadets in training who have absolutely no flying experience," he complained.
The Vulcanoid glanced up at the attractive young doctor. "I believe this experience would classify as one of the most frightening ones in my life." He shifted uneasily as Roquel approached him once more, admonishing him to lay still. "I do not make a very good patient," he warned, "I get restless."
He did get restless in sickbays, even though he wasn't completely uncomfortable. After all, he did practically grow up in a sickbay. He just didn't like being a patient. "You said I need to rest, surely I can do that either sitting up or lying down, but still continue with my work?"
He shifted again as she came closer then winced as she touched his leg. "Feeling is returning," he reported, hoping she would leave his pant leg intact; he didn't want her to see the large scar he sported. He did sense her sympathy, and a mild form of pity. *I do not want her pity* he thought grimly, then abruptly sat up again. "I want you to find me a hover or wheelchair. I cannot stay here, I have to get back to work. I am already days behind."
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Jul 15, 2007 2:37:00 GMT
"Remind me not to fly with cadets in training who have absolutely no flying experience," her patient grumbled, and she smiled slightly as she stood to retrieve a hypospray.
“I’ll have to remember that myself,” she replied, before remembering that the nurse had remained to provide her assistance, and requesting, “10ccs of terakine.”
As the nurse retrieved the medication, Naois confessed, “I believe this experience would classify as one of the most frightening ones in my life."
Valeia smiled at him in sympathy. That had been hard for him to admit, and she appreciated his candor. He fidgeted slightly as the nurse returned and handed her the medication.
"I do not make a very good patient," he continued as she administered the medication to help ease the pain. "I get restless," he added as he continued to squirm a bit.
His return to a prone position had already eased the pressure on his spinal cord, so had she not administered the analgesic, he would have been in quite a bit of pain shortly.
"You said I need to rest, surely I can do that either sitting up or lying down, but still continue with my work?" he asked.
Sighing and trying to remain patient, Valeia responded. “Perhaps once I’ve finished healing your injuries and have made sure no further damage has been done, but for now I need you to remain where you are.”
Deciding to repair the damage manually, she lowered the hemisphere. The scans showed that there was no damage to the spinal cord, and since the bone had shifted back, he should have regained feeling. With a tricorder in one hand, she gently touched his leg with the other to confirm.
He winced and responded, “Feeling is returning.” Valeia was pleased to hear that, and once she repaired the small fractures, he should be well on his way to recovery. Unfortunately, he wasn’t willing to wait that long.
"I want you to find me a hover or wheelchair. I cannot stay here. I have to get back to work. I am already days behind." he said as he forcibly sat up.
She felt the nurse return to her side as she placed a restraining hand across the Vulcan’s shoulders. “Captain, I am trying to repair the damage you’ve already done, and find a way to allow you to work while recovering, but if you continue to hinder my efforts, I have the authority and am well within my right to relieve you of your duties and confine you to sickbay.” That stopped him, and he looked over at her, as if trying to size her up and see if that was an empty threat or not. It was not, and Valeia met his gaze firmly to try and communicate that to him.
“Now, unless you want to further damage your pelvis, which I hadn’t even healed yet, you will allow us to help you lie down. If you don’t cooperate, I can and will activate the restraints, although I’d rather not be forced to do that. Do you understand?” she asked firmly.
She’d used the hemisphere before as a less drastic measure, and she’d use that again, but if he continued to insist on moving before he was treated she would have no choice but to active the forcefield restraints. She had hoped to avoid embarrassing him, but if she had to choose between embarrassment and injury, she would choose embarrassment.
He nodded once, apparently realizing her sincerity, and she nodded in reply before turning to the nurse and signaling for him to move to the other side. As he did, Valeia picked up her tricorder to see if his movement had caused further damage.
“You see, Captain, just by sitting up you’ve cause several more small fractures in your pelvis, and your spinal cord is now being compressed again,” she informed him in a very disapproving tone. “I have good reasons for telling you to stay still.”
She allowed him to think about that, as, with the nurse’s help, she eased him gently back on to the biobed, hoping that would not cause any further damage. It didn’t, and as soon as he was down, she reactivated the hemisphere.
“Now, I’m going to use the hemisphere to act as a knitter and repair the fractures to your bone. Please remain still,” she ordered, as she moved to a control panel nearby. The nurse, apparently, decided it was best for him to stay with the patient and make sure he stayed still, and Valeia agreed with that decision.
From the control panel, Valeia made the necessary adjustments to activate the biobed hemisphere and use it to emit the pulse necessary to repair the damage.
With all the movement, she would need to run an extensive scan on the bones that had been broken previously, just to make sure he hadn’t re-injured anything else. She’d also need to check his spinal cord more closely to confirm there was absolutely no damage.
It was true what they said: Vulcans, Doctors, and Captains made the worse patients, and here she had all three. He was currently living up to his three-way reputation, so she hoped he would simply cooperate from now on…
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Post by Naois Mercy on Jul 15, 2007 12:08:00 GMT
Naois' eyes widened as he recognized the nurse attending to him, but as the hemisphere closed over him and he was told to hold still, he also couldn't voice his concern over the nurse. He didn't want her to treat him, didn't want her near him.
The nurse smiled sweetly as she handed the doctor the required hypospray and watched as Roquel put it down beside her for later use. Unbeknownst to both, the nurse had switched labels on the vial in the spray, inserting a counter agent rather than a sedative.
"I'll go get clean sheets," the nurse offered, nodding down to denote a few spots of greenish blood on the sheet Naois was lying on. "And I'll get thread for new stitches. Be right back."
Naois tried to speak, his eyes wide with fear which the doctor could mistake for worry or pain. "Doctor," he started, but she effectively shut him up as she continued working. At last, she lowered the hemisphere and reached for the hypo. "The nurse..." he started again, as Roquel pressed the hypospray against his throat.
His eyes wrenched shut as his whole body stiffened in sudden agony. His head twisted from side to side, a moan escaping his lips. He writhed in agony, trying to shake the feeling of intense pain, while in his mind he relived the terrifying moments after the crash. Reaching out with one hand, he clamped his fingers around the young doctor's wrist, unwittingly creating a mental contact.
The hull of Resurrection came up fast as Rainstar frantically tried to control their velocity and course. "I lost shuttle control!" the cadet cried as she glanced at her instructor in utter fear.
Naois' hands flew over his own console, to his horror discovering their controls were somehow locked. "Mayday Mayday," he called after establishing a link with Resurrection. The shuttle veered somewhat but still headed straight for the hull just beside the docking entrance.
Seconds later, there was a collission and the sounds of metal breaking. Naois was slammed forward and out of his seat, through the front window of the wrecked shuttle. Due to the vessel's velocity, the shuttle was smashed after them both, pinning them between the wreckage.
Naois was conscious for long agonizing moments, until a large beam crashed down onto his chest. It knocked the breath out of him and he lost consciousness.
In sickbay, Naois still lay trashing, despite Roquel's best efforts. Any of her work had just been undone after a simple hypospray injection and her patient's readings went off the charts. Then, he suddenly lay still, the monitor beside him giving a single monotone beep, all readings on zero except brainfunction. His breathing was next to non-existant, his bloodpressure too low for the monitor to measure.
The nurse returned with clean sheets in her arms, which she dropped as she saw the scene before her. "You killed him!" she breathed, "you killed my mate!" Except that, Naois had never married as his records clearly stated. According to his official records, he was still single.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Jul 16, 2007 7:48:16 GMT
As Valeia was watching the progress of the bone regeneration, she could sense her patient get more and more scared, which was unusual, even for a half Vulcan. She was beginning to think that there may be more psychological damage than anyone had noticed as a result of this crash. She made a note to mention that to someone on the counseling staff.
The male nurse had switched places with a new nurse, another female, so Valeia requested that she get 5ccs of improvaline to help calm Naois down a bit. While her new nurse got that, Valeia continued to observe the bone knitting process. It was going well, but the increasing anxiety of her patient troubled her.
The nurse left the hypospray next to the bed and left to get something else. Valeia was too focused on the scans to really care, but soon turned to give her increasingly scared patient the sedative. “Doctor…” he started.
“It’s ok, Captain.” she replied while lowering the hemisphere and reaching for the sedative. “This will help calm you down a bit.”
“The nurse…” he tried to continue, but Valeia smoothly injected him with the hypospray hoping that would help him calm down.
Unfortunately, when his vitals began to plummet, Valeia quickly began to move into action, but before she could, the Captain’s hand clamped down hard on her wrist. Before she could shake it off, the room vanished and was replaced by the interior of a shuttle.
The hull of Resurrection came up fast as Rainstar frantically tried to control their velocity and course. "I lost shuttle control!" the cadet cried as she glanced at her instructor in utter fear.
Naois' hands flew over his own console, to his horror discovering their controls were somehow locked. "Mayday, Mayday," he called after establishing a link with Resurrection. The shuttle veered somewhat but still headed straight for the hull just beside the docking entrance.
Seconds later, there was a collision and the sounds of metal breaking. Naois was slammed forward and out of his seat, through the front window of the wrecked shuttle. Due to the vessel's velocity, the shuttle was smashed after them both, pinning them between the wreckage.
Naois was conscious for long agonizing moments, until a large beam crashed down onto his chest. It knocked the breath out of him and he lost consciousness.
She yanked herself backward, breaking whatever sort of contact that had been. Her face was white, and her hands were shaking as she continued to stumble backwards. However, there was no time to recover, as her patients vitals began to dip still lower.
Shaking herself back into reality and pushing away what had happened earlier, she called for help and was relieved to see the two original nurses, the male and female, come running into the room. “Forty milligrams of Inaprovaline.” she ordered, hoping that somehow the stimulant would reverse the effects of what she thought to be a sedative.
The male nurse brought it to her instantly, and she applied the hypospray to the doctor’s neck, but it did not have the desired effect, as his heart rate continued to plummet. Shaking her head in confusion, she ordered, “5ccs Chloromydride.”
That drug, the stronger version of inaprovaline, also had no effect. Her patient was now thrashing around the biobed uncontrollably, and the male nurse had to use all his strength to keep Naois on the biobed. His neural activity was slightly elevated, but his other vitals were plummeting out of control.
She was about to request Lectrazine, when Naois went completely still and the readings flat-lined. There was a moment of silence until a woman’s shrill voice sounded from the doorway. “You killed him! You killed my mate!" she shrieked.
Valeia was momentarily startled, but recovered quickly. “I’m very sorry, but I’ll need you to stand back and let me work.” Valeia responded, ignoring the woman’s continued rantings. She was obviously in emotional distress, although what Valeia was picking up on emotionally didn’t match what she was displaying. Still, everyone reacted differently to emotional trauma.
Valeia simply sent the male nurse over to restrain this other nurse before ordering, “6ccs Cordrazine.” If it didn’t work, her options would be severely limited, so as she administered the drug and saw no response, her heart sank a little.
“20ccs Cordrazine,” she ordered, which caused her two nurses to stop, and the third nurse in the doorway to scream, “That’ll kill him! You’re trying to kill him!!!”
Valeia ignored the woman and instead retrieved the drug herself and injected it. For a brief moment his vitals appeared to stabilize, but they soon began dropping again. However, the momentary resurgence provided a chance to run a scan.
“He’s been injected him with some sort of counter agent.” Valeia remarked in surprise. “How did…”
“You did it!” the nurse hissed in her direction. “I told you all, she’s trying to kill him! Keep her away from him. Please, save him!!!!”
Ignoring the woman, and needing to respond quickly as Naois’ vital signs were once again dropping fast, Valeia had no other choice, so she retrieved the leporazine, administered it, and held her breath.
In a moment, his vitals surged upwards, causing Naois’ eyes to fly open and his breathing to become heavy. Panic and fear were as evident in his eyes as they were in his emotions, as he gasped for breath and tried to speak.
“It’s ok, Captain. It’s ok. I’ve managed to stabilize you. You’re doing just fine. Try to take slow, deep breaths, ok?” Valeia soothed, hoping to try and calm him down.
As she did so, out of the corner of her eye she spotted the nurse, who moments ago had been wailing over her husband was now looking pale and nervous. When she spotted Valeia looking at her, she turned to leave.
“Going somewhere? I thought you’d want to be with your husband.” Valeia stated, somewhat surprised at the guilt that was now radiating from her. “Captain, who is this woman? Do you know her?” Valeia asked
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Post by Naois Mercy on Jul 17, 2007 20:21:05 GMT
The Vulcanoid captain stirred and shrank back as he spotted the nurse. "Get her away," he whispered, his eyes wide with fear. Instantly he also felt incredibly embarassed and annoyed as generally he was fairly reserved and reasonably controlled. Now, he was giving in to fear and the connected display of emotion.
He listened as Roquel told him to take slow deep breaths, concentrating completely on her voice. He did notice security taking the screeching woman away, and when she was gone from his sight, he calmed considerably.
Then he looked up at her and reached for her with a shaking hand. "You are so beautiful," he murmured, then slipped back into unconsciousness, all his reserves spent in the panic attack.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Jul 18, 2007 2:56:34 GMT
The level of fear she was reading from him surged still higher as he spotted the woman and whispered, “Get her away…” his voice was strained and the panic was again rising.
Although she was confused as to what was going on, Valeia calmly signaled the male nurse, who had stopped the now struggling nurse from leaving, to continue to hold her, and she could hear the other female nurse quietly calling for security.
Valeia would leave the woman, whoever she was, in the capable hands of base security. Her concern rested solely on her patient, as she once again sat down next to him and tried to sooth him as gently as possible.
He calmed down only slightly, as his eyes continued to dart to the woman. Valeia would have asked that she be removed, but until security arrived, she feared that her removal from his sight would cause him to worry she was coming back.
Once security came and took her away, he relaxed and his blood pressure and heart rate dropped to a more normal level. Looking up at Valeia, the captain reached for her hand with his shaking one.
"You are so beautiful…” he murmured before his head nodded forward and his eyes closed. Valeia became momentarily stunned by his words, then panicked as he slipped into unconsciousness. When her eyes darted to the readings, it became apparent that he was just sleeping, so Valeia relaxed. He would be ok.
Rolling her tense shoulders, Valeia moved to the side table where the used hyposprays were scattered. Using her tricorder, she put them in order of use, hoping that eventually that would help with the investigation along with her report.
She felt like a break to get some coffee but knew she should take advantage of the opportunity to complete her scans and treatment. Siding with her professional side, Valeia reactivated the biosphere and reran an extensive scan. She was hopeful that by the time he woke up, she would be finished and able to begin his transition back to work.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Jul 18, 2007 19:15:23 GMT
Three hours later, Naois woke up feeling immensely sore, as though a stampede had run over him. He shifted slightly, trying to get more comfortable and discovered he could do so without too much discomfort. Shifting such so that he was semi-sitting up and could look across sickbay, Naois searched for his cadet.
The memory of the nurse was still fresh in his mind, and as the memory resurfaced, so did his fear and anxiety. Beside him, a silent alarm went off, alerting the doctor that her patient had once more awakened. When she arrived, Naois beamed up at her, not even realising what he was doing.
Carefully, he reached for her, then took her hand in both of his, not minding the bandage that was wrapped around his right hand and wrist. He couldn't even remember ever hurting that particular limb, but he figured he must have at some point, somehow. "I am relieved to see you," he whispered, drawing her closer to him, "and I thank you for your excellent care."
Without releasing her hand, he settled back in his pillows, meekly obeying every order she gave him. He was determined to be the perfect patient this time, just to please her. Whatever it took to please this beautiful woman. *she is beautiful beyond comparison* he thought, as he gazed deeply into her eyes.
The fear that held him in its grips earlier made way for a look of compassion, one that Naois himself was unaware of, other than believing he may be in love. Of course, he didn't realise it was love he was feeling, just intense gratitude.
"That was quick thinking doctor," he praised her, as he rubbed the back of her hand with the palm of his. Then he reached up, quite carefully and brushed two fingers past her cheek, pretending to brush some hair from her face.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Jul 18, 2007 20:26:40 GMT
Valeia was drinking coffee and working on her report on the incident when the bedside alarm signaled her patient was awake. Glancing over and noting he was sitting up slightly, she stood and crossed the room to stand by the biobed.
By the time she got there, he was grinning up at her, which was slightly disconcerting, but she figured maybe the meds were affecting him a bit. Before she could speak, he had reached for and taken her hand.
"I am relieved to see you, and I thank you for your excellent care." he whispered to her while he weakly pulled her closer. His eyes were fixed firmly on her face and his strong emotions were radiating from him. She felt her face begin to flush.
“Well….uh….you’re welcome, doctor, I mean Captain...” Valeia started, stumbling over her words before trailing off. What else could she say to someone sending such a rush of admiration and attraction towards her?
“You, um, should really probably lie down. I don’t want to risk you being injured again.” Valeia stated. She had hoped that this would bring him back to his old self. She would rather deal with a fight than all these emotions. Unfortunately, he obeyed instantly, settling back down and continuing to gaze at her adoringly.
“Uh…..during the….incident, you hit your hand on the edge of the hemisphere and sprained it. I’ve repaired the damage, but it will need a few more hours to fully heal, and may be sore for 12 to 24 hours.” Valeia continued trying desperately to stay professional.
"That was quick thinking doctor," he murmured. His fingers were rubbing the back of her hand causing chills to race up and down her spine. Then he reached forward and brushed her cheek with his fingertips.
She jumped backward in surprise, lost her balance, and ended up sprawling ungraciously onto the floor. Fortunately, he hadn’t been holding her hand too firmly, or else he may have fallen as well. On her way, she had blindly reached for the instrument tray and sent its contents spilling onto the floor around her.
At the sound of the crash, the two nurses came sprinting into the room to make sure everything was alright, and Naois sat up again looking down at her. She felt completely humiliated and could feel that her face was bright red.
“I’m alright. I’m ok. I just, well I, lost my balance, and, just, lost my balance and fell. I’m ok. Really.” she tried to explain as she, with the help of the nurses, managed to get to her feet. She’d never done anything so stupid before. Well, at least not in a sickbay or hospital.
The male nurse made sure she was steady on her feet while the other began to pick up the medical equipment and place it back on the tray. “Thank you,” she mumbled before dropping back down and assisting with the cleanup. She’d never felt so humiliated in her life. Ok maybe she had, but it was at least a tie.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Jul 20, 2007 9:25:23 GMT
Four days later, Naois was sitting up in bed without any trouble. He no longer felt any pain and the nurses told him he was sufficiently recovered to try and go for a walk. During those four days though, especially during the nights, the Vulcanoid captain had been plagued by nightmares as a result on the attempt on his life.
This made him wonder if the shuttle had just malfunctioned, or that it had been damaged. When he'd been awake, he had sent for an engineer to check on the wreckage that still had to be examined by Starfleet security and a special team that was sent to investigate suspect crashes.
Now, he carefully swung his legs over the edge of the bed and slid down until his feet reached the floor. Still supported by the bed, he reached for the cane the good doctor had gotten him, then transferred part of his weight onto the cane. Looking up, he saw the young doctor stand before him, a curious look on her face.
Reaching out, he caressed her cheek with a smile. "I will return here in half an hour," he promised, "I am merely going for a walk." He didn't say he was going to his office to check up on a few items and arrange a few things he really needed to take care of. With nurse Marko McQueen in attendance, Naois walked out of sickbay, on his own power. Marko just was near just in case something would go wrong.
Thirty minutes later, Naois returned to sickbay as promised, which earned him an approving smile from Roquel. Offering her a slight smile in return, he offered her a PADD and a small roll of real paper. "Your transfer orders, Ensign Roquel," he told her quietly, leaning in to kiss her. Then he settled back on the bed, watching her as he waited for her to respond.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Jul 20, 2007 12:13:41 GMT
The captain’s condition had been progressing well over the last few days, and Valeia had made sure he got the best care. He was after all her instructor and her responsibility. His injuries were healing nicely, but it was his state of mind that concerned her most. Not only did he still have a lot of fear and anxiety, but he had continued to behave strangely towards her.
At first she had chalked it up to the medications or maybe stress, but as he got better and his behavior continued, she grew more and more worried. He didn’t show any signs of brain damage, and the medications shouldn’t be affecting him anymore. She didn’t know him well enough to know if this was typical behavior for him, but for even a part Vulcan, she didn’t think it would be.
She was seated nearby, trying to figure out what to say to the counseling department about him, when she saw him stand and reach for his cane. Curious and slightly concerned, she placed the padd on a nearby shelf and crossed to see what he was doing. As she approached he smiled at her, as he usually did now, and gently brushed his fingers across her cheek. "I will return here in half an hour," he promised, "I am merely going for a walk."
As he turned to leave, she placed her hand on her face where he had touched her and watched him leave. This whole situation was so puzzling to her. As she turned around, she found two nurses watching her, although they quickly looked away with smiles on their faces when she saw them. Valeia felt her cheeks grow warm. She didn’t understand what was going on.
Going back to her chair and her padd, she sighed and erased the newest few words in a series of such attempts that she had written before getting up. How was she going to explain to the counseling staff something she herself didn’t understand? She had already completed her thoughts on his fear and trauma, perhaps held over from the crash and then from that nurse, but how to explain that a Vulcan is hitting on you without sounding ridiculous?
Then it occurred to her. It would make sense. How had she not thought of this before? Valeia wasn’t sure what to think, or if it was even true, and if it was, what it would mean. She sat there pondering what to do with the datapadd in her hand until the door opened and Naois reentered sickbay. Glancing at the clock she smiled. Half an hour, he was exactly on time.
He crossed to her then, moving slowly with his cane. She was dreading this but managed to keep up a good front. He had a padd and an old fashioned piece of paper in his hand, which he gave to her. "Your transfer orders, Ensign Roquel," he told her quietly, leaning in to kiss her before turning back to his bed.
She stood there frozen in shock and surprise, first at the transfer orders and then the kiss. She wasn’t entirely sure what to do. As he settled himself back on the biobed, Valeia placed the padd and paper on the shelf without looking at them and crossed to the bed. He smiled up at her, waiting for her to speak.
Finally, after taking a deep breath and trying to steady herself, she got up the courage to ask, “Captain…I’m not entirely sure how to ask you this, but…is there any chance that you could be experiencing Pon Farr?”
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Post by Naois Mercy on Jul 20, 2007 13:31:41 GMT
Startled, his eyes shot up to meet hers, shock clearly displaying on his face. "It is...possible," he admitted, rather uncomfortable with his current situation. He wondered where the question had come from and he pained his memory to search how it came that she was indeed asking this question.
When he realised that his behaviour had been slightly off over the past days, he flashed her a smile. "I do hope you are not asking because I kissed you just now?" he asked, then pointed towards the PADD and the scroll that she had put on a shelf. "It is human custom to kiss someone when they have graduated, is it not?"
This time, worry clouded his features as he stiffly got back to his feet, grasping her hands in his. *so cool to the touch* he thought, admiring her beauty *such delicate and soft skin* "Please tell me that I have not offended you?"
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Jul 20, 2007 14:00:35 GMT
"It is...possible," he admitted. He had clearly not expected the question, as his face and his emotions clearly displayed shock. She had felt a bit uncomfortable posing the question, and obviously he felt just as uncomfortable answering it. Still, she hadn’t seen any other choice but to ask.
"I do hope you are not asking because I kissed you just now?" he asked before pointing to the padd and paper that she had put on the shelf. "It is human custom to kiss someone when they have graduated, is it not?"
“It is…” she responded vaguely before trailing off. Here she was again, in the same situation as before. How was she going to explain something to him that she didn’t understand herself? “But that wasn’t the only reason I asked you. You have been…” she stopped again unsure of what she could say that would not end up offending him.
He gingerly stood, worry emanating from him as he took her hands in his. "Please tell me that I have not offended you?"
He hadn’t offended her, although he did make her a bit nervous with the attention he was giving her, and just now, although he had said and done nothing in and of itself that would indicate romantic feelings for her, she had felt…something.
“You have not offended me. Nothing you have said or done has been offensive. I asked the question because I’m not sure there is any other explanation that would make sense to me. You have been…very friendly towards me, and although nothing you’ve said or done has been overtly romantic…I…well I’m getting feelings from you that could be interpreted that way, and I can’t imagine that happening in any other situation. I hope that I have not offended you by asking you or by anything else I have said.” Valeia responded.
While she was talking, he continued to hold her hands, but she was having a hard time actually looking at him. This was not a subject she was used to speaking about, and as hard as she tried to keep it professional, a medical doctor speaking to a patient, the topic made it extremely difficult. Risking a glance at him, she tried to gauge his response as she waited for him to speak.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Jul 20, 2007 14:31:13 GMT
This time, Naois took a step back and regarded her in sheer surprise. "Offend me? Nothing you could say would offend me doctor," he answered, half laughing. "I am, after all, Vulcan. But, I would think that if I were suffering from pon farr, I would be displaying more raw emotions now. Would I suffer from it, I would possibly be jumping on you right now or woeing you as I am unbonded."
He cast a fearful look past her, expecting his nemesis to come charging through the door again. Then his expression softened as he glanced at the doctor again. He took a single step forward again, relishing the warmth that was coming from her. Slowly, but deliberately, he slipped his free arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him.
Then he dropped his cane and raised his other hand to brush her hair from her face, all the while remaining silent. "You are beautiful," he murmured at long last, standing eye to eye with her. When he kissed her this time, he felt the electricity when his lips brushed against hers, giving her every opportunity to back away if she chose.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Jul 20, 2007 14:51:37 GMT
"Offend me? Nothing you could say would offend me doctor," he answered, half laughing. "I am, after all, Vulcan. But, I would think that if I were suffering from pon farr, I would be displaying more raw emotions now. Would I suffer from it, I would possibly be jumping on you right now or wooing you as I am unbonded."
Valeia didn’t know what to say to this. Laughter and a declaration of being Vulcan just didn’t seem to go together. She was about to say just that when he looked behind her, fear once again dominating his features. She also turned to find there was nothing to see. She turned to ask him what he’d been looking at when she found him gazing at her and taking a step closer.
The next thing she knew his arm was around her, his cane hit the floor, and his hand was brushing her hair out of her face. Their eyes met, and for a moment it wasn’t clear to her who was feeling what. “You are beautiful," he murmured.
He leaned forward and really kissed her this time, and as her eyes closed of their own will, she got swept away in a sea of colors and emotions. She was frozen in time and place without a thought in her head, just the feelings and emotions.
Before she knew it, it was gone, and she opened her eyes to find him still very close watching her. She felt a bit dizzy, but he was still holding her too tight for it to affect her. Finally she managed to stammer, “And how exactly would you classify that…?” She wasn’t entirely sure what wooing felt like, but if she had to guess…
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Post by Naois Mercy on Jul 21, 2007 21:34:09 GMT
Confused, he glanced down at her. "Classify what?" He released her from his embrace and stood regarding her with interest. "I was your instructor, I was congratulating you on your graduation and your promotion to ensign."
*but you like her too* a voice at the back of his mind whispered *you cannot deny that. she is yours to take; she is free as you are.*
Naois shook his head, annoyed at the fact that his own fantasy was now trying to convince him that this beautiful young woman could be interested in him. And he certainly wasn't in love with her, was he? What was that syndrome called again? Where the patient fell in love with the caretaker?
Annoyed, he shook his head again, trying to clear his mind. "Would you..." He hesitated, clearly embarassed. "Would you mind escorting my to my quarters? It is a rather long walk, I would appreciate the company and the mental support."
Later, when they stood in the doorway of his quarters, Naois motioned for her to come in. "These are my quarters," he said, somewhat shyly as he motioned towards the neatly furnished room. "I am going to change into something more comfortable than...this." He indicated the sickbay attire he was still wearing, his cheeks briefly colouring a darker shade of green. "Please help yourself to anything you like from the replicator."
When he returned seconds later, he was wearing simple slacks and a short-sleeved shirt which showed off his figure quite nicely. "When will you be leaving for the Dark Phoenix?" he asked as he sat down opposite of her, his expression anxious.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Jul 21, 2007 23:06:21 GMT
"Classify what?" he asked, pulling back and watching her. "I was your instructor; I was congratulating you on your graduation and your promotion to ensign." Valeia felt her face flush. Could it be that she had completely misinterpreted his actions? She was about to apologize, when another wave of emotion came over her. She watched him careful as his eyes showed his distraction, but then cleared as he shook his head. Something was definitely going on…she wasn’t wrong.
She debated what to do. She could always try calling him on it again, but he would most likely deny it. Since she’d tried the direct approach and failed it was unlikely it would succeed a second time. “Great, a Vulcan in denial. I knew I should have taken a few courses in psychology…” she thought, completely unsure of what to do.
"Would you...Would you mind escorting me to my quarters? It is a rather long walk. I would appreciate the company and the mental support." he asked clearly embarrassed.
“Of course.” Valeia answered without even thinking. As a doctor, she wanted to make sure he would make it there ok, but as soon as she had agreed she started second guessing herself. He kept throwing her off. First he’d make a blatantly (in her opinion) romantic move, and then calmly deny it like she really was way off, only to turn around and do something else that looked romantic to her. It was so confusing.
The whole way there Valeia kept an eye on him to make sure he was ok, but her mind was racing trying to figure everything out. She finally had to conclude that she had absolutely no idea whatsoever. Once they arrived, he motioned her inside, and she followed hesitantly.
These are my quarters. I am going to change into something more comfortable than...this." He actually blushed at this, at least Valeia hoped he was blushing and not feeling sick. "Please help yourself to anything you like from the replicator." With that he was gone, leaving Valeia alone.
“Oh no, what have I gotten myself into…” she wondered as she glanced around the room nervously. She moved towards the replicator automatically, but she couldn’t think of anything she wanted. “I don’t know what I’m doing here. Maybe I should just go. But I can’t. That would be rude of me. He’s acting like this a date, but then again if I said anything he’d deny it.” She had begun to pace slightly, as her mind raced with her questions.
He returned very quickly, just as she was turning back around from crossing the room, so she stopped mid pace. He looked….nice. She felt her cheeks flush slightly at the thought. She was standing before a chair, so she simply sat down without even realizing what she was doing, as he crossed and sat across from her.
"When will you be leaving for the Dark Phoenix?" he asked looking a bit anxious.
“What? Oh, is that my assignment? I haven’t even…I mean I never got the chance…I didn’t read them.” she finally stated feeling completely flustered.
Every time he looked at her, she was bombarded by this wave of emotion. She’d never experienced anything like it, but it was disconcerting to say the least. Still, how could she ask him about it or talk about what was going on if he would just deny it.
“How are you feeling? I mean, not just your injuries, but emotionally. You’ve been through a lot recently.” She hoped that somehow his answer might shed some light on what was going on.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Jul 22, 2007 18:56:08 GMT
Naois just stared at her in a long, uncomfortable silence as he idly stirred his tea. "I am feeling just fine ensign," he answered, more coldly than he intended, "and you cannot begin to imagine what I have been through." His eyes flashed curiously as he gazed up at her, while he set his cup aside.
"That woman, back in sickbay...she is mad. She has been stalking me ever since I came aboard Resurrection, reckons she is my mate and that she belongs with me. She has been issued a restraining order, and until your arrival had indeed left me alone. I do not understand why she turned up now, I do hope she has not given you any issues."
The Vulcanoid rubbed his temples, willing his upcoming headache away. "What did she inject me with and what happened after she did so? My memory on that account is rather vague."
When he picked up his cup again, he cast her an uncertain smile. "I suppose you are now going to recommend that I see a counselor? Trust me, that will not be necessary; I am quite capable of counseling myself, after a period of meditation. Though admittingly, work is the best remedy for me." He held up his hand, silencing her. "When that will be, is your judgement I will have to follow. You are, in essence, my doctor, until you depart for the Phoenix."
He got up, then sat back down beside her. "I want an honest answer now," he started, "why do you keep bringing up my emotional state? Why do you keep looking oddly at me? Am I repulsive to you? Undesirable?" He reached to stroke her cheek but caught himself mid motion. Instead, he corrected the move to rake his hand through his hair as though to correct a stray strand of hair.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Jul 22, 2007 20:01:09 GMT
"I am feeling just fine ensign, and you cannot begin to imagine what I have been through." he retorted. Valeia shrank back just slightly, as this was the first time he’d spoken to her without that cloud of….whatever emotion it was surrounding every word.
He seemed oblivious to this, however, and then looked at her and placed his cup down before asking, "That woman, back in sickbay...she is mad. She has been stalking me ever since I came aboard Resurrection, reckons she is my mate and that she belongs with me. She has been issued a restraining order, and until your arrival had indeed left me alone. I do not understand why she turned up now. I do hope she has not given you any issues."
Valeia had not known all of this. As soon as the woman left sickbay, she hadn’t done any follow up on who she was. All she knew was that she wouldn’t tell the guards what she had given Captain Naois, and that’s all Valeia had wanted to know from a medical standpoint.
“I…I’m sorry. I didn’t know that. And no, she hasn’t been bothering me. She’s still in the brig, or locked up somewhere as far as I know. They’re still doing an investigation into what happened. As I was present, I have no been allowed to participate directly, though I have been cleared.” Valeia informed him.
He rubbed his head, like it still hurt, and Valeia itched to get a hypospray to fix that. Before she could suggest it, he asked, "What did she inject me with and what happened after she did so? My memory on that account is rather vague."
Valeia sighed at this. She’d been wondering herself. “I can tell you what I’ve managed to piece together so far. It looks like she came in to relieve the other nurse and switched the mild sedative I had asked for with something else, a counter agent of some kind. She left, so she would not be present, and when I injected it, you crashed, and she came back and accused me of trying to kill you.”
“I ran a quick scan on the vial she used to hold whatever you were injected with. I’ve been analyzing it, but all I can tell is that it is a counter-agent of some kind. I’ve never seen it before, and it’s not showing up in the database.” Valeia stopped at this. She doubted this was helping him any, and she observed him closely to see how he was handling the information she was giving him.
He picked up his drink and smiled uncertainly at her. “I suppose you are now going to recommend that I see a counselor? Trust me that will not be necessary; I am quite capable of counseling myself, after a period of meditation. Though admittedly, work is the best remedy for me."
Valeia was about to protest that he really should see a counselor and that he still needed rest when he held up his hand. "When that will be, is your judgment I will have to follow. You are, in essence, my doctor, until you depart for the Phoenix." She started slightly at the mention of the Phoenix, but he got up and sat next to her then and all thoughts of the Phoenix vanished. “I want an honest answer now; why do you keep bringing up my emotional state? Why do you keep looking oddly at me? Am I repulsive to you? Undesirable?" He reached towards her, but ended up pulling back and pretending he hadn’t.
She felt a jolt of compassion, as she replied, “No, no, that’s not it at all. It’s just that…well right around the time you crashed something…changed. It’s almost like emotionally you were one person before and another after. It just concerns me; that’s all. I can’t imagine what could cause such a drastic change.”
“I know you’re not aware of the change, but it is there. I don’t know what else could have caused it except perhaps some type of post-traumatic stress, unless you can think of anything else that might have changed your emotions so drastically.”
She finally stopped talking, hoping somehow this time she’d gotten through, and he wouldn’t deny everything.
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Post by Naois Mercy on Jul 22, 2007 20:39:41 GMT
He stared at her in wonder, then shook his head. "Your conclusions all sound logical," he replied, "and I would trust your judgement in finding what is wrong with me."
Naois inched a little closer to her, taking in her scent and her warmth. *this is wrong* he told himself, then shook his head slightly. *no, she has graduated, you are no longer her instructor*
He glanced up, meeting her eyes. "I do have feelings for you," he admitted after a very long silence, "but I am uncertain of what these feelings are. I have...never loved before. These feelings are new, and unfamiliar to me. I am not even certain whether they are real...but..." Deliberately, he leaned over her, his left hand slipping behind her head, the other balancing himself on the couch. His lips once more brushed against hers, and he hoped she would not pull back.
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Jul 22, 2007 21:13:52 GMT
"Your conclusions all sound logical," he replied, "and I would trust your judgment in finding what is wrong with me."
Valeia felt herself relax in relief. He’d listened to her and believed her. Now they could focus all their work and attention on figuring out what was actually going on. This was no more a question of if but what. Now that distraction would be gone, and they could focus.
However, he began to move closer to her, and looked up at her. Emotion once again surrounded her. "I do have feelings for you, but I am uncertain of what these feelings are. I have...never loved before. These feelings are new, and unfamiliar to me.” he admitted finally. “I am not even certain whether they are real...but..."
He trailed off as he leaned forward. Valeia knew what he was going to do; she could feel it, but she couldn’t or wouldn’t pull away. As he leaned in to kiss her, she found herself kissing him back without a moment’s consideration.
As the kiss ended and the connection broke, Valeia realized she had to be as honest with him as he had just been with her. “I’m feeling a lot of the same things myself. I feel like I do have feelings for you too, but I can’t tell if I’m feeling them or if I’m just sensing what you’re feeling and can’t tell the difference.
“I…I’ve never loved anyone before either, and I’ve never felt anything like this myself or from anyone else towards me. I have very little experience with my abilities as I grew up on Earth without any other telepaths around me. So I’m feeling just as uncertain.”
She couldn’t look at him, and her own emotions were far too strong to sense what he was feeling. “Perhaps we should go down to sickbay. I’ve been mainly attending to your injuries and not looking for anything that might have caused… I was so sure it was a result of trauma and stress, but now, let’s just make sure nothing else is going on.”
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Post by Naois Mercy on Jul 23, 2007 17:20:59 GMT
The Vulcan released her, reluctantly, and nodded. "Yes, perhaps that would indeed be a wise idea," he acknowledged, "but, right now?" He beamed down at her with a dazzling smile. "I am rather enjoying your company right now."
Realising he was perhaps invading her personal privacy, he moved over to the other side of the couch, settling in the corner. "No, you are correct. We should go immediately, if there is something wrong..." He raised an eyebrow, gazing at her in horror. "You think it is pon farr, do you not?"
The shock on her face told him that was exactly what she thought it was, or could be. "Oh no, if that is true...I am so sorry! You must leave, at once." He shook his head in dismay. "This cannot be true, it cannot. It must be something else!"
Naois looked up at her, pleading. "Help me," he begged of her, "tell me why I am like this. Why I am not my usual reserved self. What are you doing to me woman?"
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Post by Dr. Valeia Roquel Mercy on Jul 23, 2007 19:36:40 GMT
"Yes, perhaps that would indeed be a wise idea, but, right now? I am rather enjoying your company right now." He was grinning at her as she spoke, which she found both unnerving and cute at the same time. Unnerving because it reemphasized the fact that something was indeed amiss, and cute, just because, well, he did look cute to her grinning like that.
He seemed to have realized the same thing, the unnerving part that is, and moved back to the other side of the couch. "No, you are correct. We should go immediately, if there is something wrong..." He trailed off uncertainly, but soon his expression changed to shock. "You think it is pon farr, do you not?"
Valeia was slightly shocked at his sudden outburst, and her shock seemed to have a profound effect on Naois, as he cried, "Oh no, if that is true...I am so sorry! You must leave, at once. This cannot be true, it cannot. It must be something else!"
Torn between wanting to comfort him and knowing that would not be a good idea, Valeia quietly replied, “If it is, than it is, and we’ll deal with that when and if it turns out to be true.” He face flushed slightly at her response, although she hadn’t exactly intended it that way, so she added gently, “You’ll be alright.”
"Help me; tell me why I am like this. Why I am not my usual reserved self.” he begged, adding in an even more desperate voice, “What are you doing to me woman?"
Valeia winced at that. The thought she could be causing someone pain was unbearable to her. She glanced down at her clasped hands, feeling absolutely terrible, trying to think if there was anything she had done that would have made things worse for him. Unable to think of anything, she finally whispered, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She couldn’t even look at him she felt so badly.
Finally, she stood, “We should go to sickbay now. I can’t see how I could find anything that I hadn’t noticed before, but maybe I wasn’t looking closely enough for something like this…” She had scanned for any signs of pon farr, and although his brainwave activity had been up, that could have been any number of things. Still… She sent him a gentle smile. “We’ll find out what it is, ok?”
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In sickbay, things hadn’t exactly been going well. Valeia could find nothing that would cause even the slightest loss of emotional control. She could think of nothing besides pon farr that would explain his symptoms. Still, he seemed so embarrassed at the idea that it could be that she kept looking. As she was working, her eyes happened to fall upon the vial that nurse had used. She’d never been able to determine what was in it or what it was for. Maybe it had caused this somehow. Unfortunately, there was only one way she could think of to find out.
“I’m going to go talk to the officers in charge of the investigation. Maybe they found something that might help us. I’m also going to talk to that nurse. If she did something and caused this somehow, she’s the only one who can help.” Valeia finally responded, hoping this wouldn’t upset him too much.
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