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Posted Sept. 23, 2021, 7:16 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Ven Miya (Chief Medical Officer) (Claire M)

Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - Sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Ven Miya (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim - Sickbay

Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - Sickbay
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Chekhov shrugged before reaching up to wipe some sweat off of his own brow, “Well it was a bet or something like that… I don’t know ma’am.”

The readouts on MacGuffin showed that he had a fever, racing heart, and was experiencing muscle spasms as he writhed on the table.

GM Wombat

(OOC: sorry for the delayed reply - real life intervened!)

Miya noticed the ensign’s gesture but she was more concerned with her patient, who was clearly experiencing severe symptoms. She compressed her lips as she slapped a vial of the appropriate antipyretic into her hypospray. “Prepare another hypospray with 5ccs of asinolyathin, please,” she instructed the closest medical cadet, “and hand it to me once I’ve administered this.” The muscle relaxant, on top of the antipyretic, would hopefully deal with the worst of MacGuffin’s symptoms, giving them more time to work out how he’d become so ill.

Stepping towards the biobed, she placed one hand on the writhing ensign’s shoulder in an attempt to hold him still - Prophets, he’s really burning up! she thought, feeling the heat rising through his uniform shirt - and brought up the hypospray, intending to inject the drug into his carotid artery. Properly administered, it should take effect quickly.

[Lieutenant JG Ven Miya, CMO]

MacGuffin strained against the restraints, eyes wild, as his head thrashed back and forth, struggling to get free. Soon then the patient relaxed, and was calmed.

However in the corner, Chekhov slumped to the ground, his brow sweating profusely. “Is it hot in here? Like really hot?” The ensign reached up and started to pull off pieces of his uniform. “Gods it is so hot.”

GM Wombat

“It’s not hot. Far from it!” Miya replied in a distracted tone, her attention fixed on the biobed’s readout as she tried to interpret MacGuffin’s vital signs. She frowned, using her PADD to flip back to some of the earlier stats. Just what is going on here? Prophets, this man is in a terrible state!

A shiver ran through her and she turned away briefly to speak to the medical cadet who had helped her seconds earlier. “Can you check the environmental controls, please? It feels like they may be malfunctioning.” Miya turned back just in time to see the second ensign shedding pieces of his uniform at an alarming rate. “What the - ? Ensign, get your clothes on!” she barked automatically, before taking in the sweat beading his brow and making the connection between him and the man on the biobed.

Kosst! Another one?

“Ensign,” she began carefully, “did you eat any grapok sauce last night as well?” As she spoke, she stepped towards him, one hand outstretched to help him up from the floor. “Can you stand? I’ll get you on a biobed, then we’ll see if we can find out what’s making you feel unwell.”

[Lieutenant JG Ven Miya, CMO]

“Of, of course I did,” he muttered as he took the CMO’s hand and pulled himself up, but made no attempt to put his clothing back on. In the short time they had been talking the air had started to cool and his sweat started to pick up.

Miya braced herself to take the ensign’s weight as he levered himself up from the floor. His hand felt clammy in hers and, even though it was definitely much cooler in sickbay than it should have been, he was sweating profusely. “Any news about the environmental controls?” she called over her shoulder to the cadet. “It’s getting really cold in here!”

She ignored the ensign’s lack of clothes - for now; it was more important to get him onto a biobed and start treatment before he became as ill as Ensign MacGuffin. She’d also have to warn Engineering to take grapok sauce off the replicator menu until they could run tests on the food for any potential allergens or food poisoning. Kosst, they should probably check all the replicators, just in case this was more widespread ....

As the young Lt escorted the man to the bed he suddenly stopped, hesitant to move forward. “No. No I don’t think I want to go there. You will strap me down and experiment on me!”

GM Wombat

Pulled out of her thoughts, Miya blinked, then tried to reassure the ensign. “I won’t experiment on you! I want to make you better, that’s all. Look, Ensign MacGuffin’s not being experimented on, is he? He looks better now, yes?” In fact, she thought he still looked unwell, just a lot calmer now the sedative had taken effect. Miya tried another tack. “Okay - if you want, we won’t use the bed. You can sit on a chair, all right? I’ll use a medical tricorder to scan you; it won’t be as detailed as the biobed, but it’ll do for now.” And once you’re calmer, I’ll get you on the biobed and run a proper scan!

She caught the eye of another medical cadet and nodded to the tray of hyposprays. “Can you prepare another, please? The antipyretic I used last time and 5ccs of asinolyathin.” To the ensign, she said, “Let’s get you into a chair and I’ll give you a shot - it’ll make you feel a lot better, I promise.”

(OOC: I’m deliberately not naming the cadets as I’m hoping that one of them will be Javal, once he’s started his counsellor check-in and we can get him into the main sim!)

[Lieutenant JG Ven Miya, CMO]


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