Posted Sept. 26, 2023, 6:32 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Bethany Kovra Gadi (Chief of Security) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Aasrel Izei (Chief Medical Officer) in Nightmares Tell Us What to Pray Against
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Bethany Kovra Gadi (Chief of Security) in Nightmares Tell Us What to Pray Against
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Aasrel Izei (Chief Medical Officer) in Nightmares Tell Us What to Pray Against
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Harkins bustled off and returned in a moment with the juice. She had put a straw in it and held it for him so he could drink easily.
“She’s at it again, Doctor.”
Th’rethiss sighed, “What is it this time?”
“Claims she doesn’t need to lie down for her hypo. She can sit in a chair just fine. Told Jonan if he wanted to be stubborn about it she would just use her patient right of refusing the medication. I don’t think she understands the balance issues we are seeing are a result of the seizure and not just extended fatigue.”
His antenna stiffened in frustration. “I can’t stand Security. Always think they are indestructible. Alright, let’s finish here and we will try, again, to make her see reason.”
Aasrel was sipping the juice while he listened to them. No doubt they meant Bethany. “Let me talk to her. She’ll listen to me.” He interjected. He set the juice down on the table and shifted like he was gonna set up but decided against it. “Or if she could stay here, she’ll do it.”
With a look from Th’rethiss, Harkins lifted Izei’s bed a bit further and then left the room. He leveled a perturbed look at his DH. “No, she can follow Doctor’s orders like everyone else. I am not inclined to give in to her childish tantrum and threat to risk her health. I will confine and restrain her to a biobed if I must. I am surprised you are willing to indulge such behavior.”
“Necessary treatment or no, you have no right to confine her. Not unless you can prove mental incompetency.” Aasrel held a steady gaze with Th’rethiss. It wasn’t quite as effective as usual, his surgery had done a number on him. “If she wanted to refuse treatment until she dies, that’s her right. It would be stupid, but you can’t stop her.”
He set his PaDD down and crossed his arms. “I do sympathize with your situation, but we are not equipped nor do we have resources available if something goes wrong.” She sighed and pinched his nose. “I do understand her frantic demand to use what was already taken and how the fear of losing her own life enhances that. I absolutely will not play games with her or you about necessary care. She can lay down while the worst side-effects pass. You will both survive another half hour apart. If you think you can reason with her, then speak with her. If she will not listen, I will be required to force the issue.”
“I don’t think you do understand the situation. Not hers or mine. I’m not interested in your explanation nor what you consider ‘games’. I won’t have you forcing patients into anything and once I’m back in my position I will see to that.”
Th’rethiss stepped out of the room, looking irritated and fed-up. Bethany appeared a moment later with a cheeky grin and slid I to her seat. “Oh you’re sitting up some and have juice. That’s a good sign. How do you feel?”
Aasrel looked irritated, frustrated, and like he might have a headache. “I’m okay.” He said, offering her a little smile. “You managed to thoroughly irritate Th’rethiss, didn’t you?”
Bethany at least looked sheepish. “I wasn’t trying to irritate him. I was giving Jonan a hard time, Harkins heard, too it too literally and tattled on me.” She shrugged, “They are all far too serious. Except Jonan. He knew I was joking. I love a Klingon sense of humor.” She shrugged again. “Besides you know I wouldn’t refuse my medication. That would mean I’m giving up, and I promised not to do that. Besides Th’rethiss thinks I’m a pain and a jerk anyway. It will rock his world when I’m cooperative.” She laughed softly.
His argument with Th’rethiss had obviously worked him up. “You wouldn’t refuse it, but you would threaten to if it meant getting to stay with me.” Aasrel gave her a look. “I told him if I talked to you you’d be cooperative.” He shifted a little and sat up - trying to ignore his dizziness. Then he finished off his juice. “Jonan is a good nurse.”
Oh she’d made him upset. She hadn’t meant to. She was just going a bit crazy laying about for no reason. Though she was assured there was good reason. She stood up quickly to steady him. She gritted her teeth silently against the light headedness. It passed quickly, but still there. “He is a good nurse. Your whole staff is.” There was the issue, it was his department, and she should be more aware of how things looked. “I’ll cooperate, promise. No more joking with the medical staff. I’m not trying to make their job more difficult. I’m just going a bit crazy.” She put slight pressure on his shoulders. “Come on, lay back, then I’ll go get my hypo and be back when they let me get up.”
Aaarel sighed softly. “I’m not upset with you. I don’t want you to quit joking with the medical staff. Just… be careful, okay? Th’rethiss said your unbalance is a result of your seizure.” He resisted her attempt to guide him back. “I’ll be fine, really. I’m healthy, the dizziness will wear off.”
Bethany gave him a look. “If I have to be careful, so do you.” Bethany grinned. That one that was playful and teasing and flippant, and as he would know by now, a mask for fear and worry. “If I don’t get up and move around, I can’t remind my body what to do.”
“I didn’t have a seizure,” Aaarel replied stubbornly. He nodded and looked at her, taking her hand gently. “You’re right, moving around is good. Just do it carefully.”
Bethany gave him a stubborn incredulous look. “No, you had brain surgery and have symptoms similar to a concussion. Th’rethiss, and you confirmed, it would be a long recovery. That we have to be patient and follow Doctor’s orders. You have to be cooperative too.”
Aaarel huffed and plopped back to the bed - reclined, but not all the way flat. “Fiiiiine, fine. Go get your meds. Then be right back?” He looked at her hopefully. He didn’t know why he wanted her there so badly. He wasn’t afraid of sickbay or anything like that and the surgery had gone fine. But still he just… didn’t want to be alone.
Bethany held back a smirk as he huffed at her. “I will be back as soon as they let me. They are quite adamant that I lay down for 30 minutes after.” Bethany wasn’t afraid of sickbay either. Aasrel’s issue was different than hers, but it helped to have him there to go through it with her.
Aasrel nodded. “As they should be. You’re already lightheaded. The meds will make it worse.”
Bethany got up and moved back into the main bay. She laid down on her biobed, folded her hands under her head and closed her eyes. The thing was, Bethany could be quiet, unobtrusive, and sneaky when she needed to be. So five minutes later Harkins came into his room looking for her. “Well, where did she get off to now?”
“She said she was going back to her own bed to get her meds. She never showed up?” Aaarel asked, shooting up and swinging his legs over to go look for Bethany. He gripped the side of the bed as dizziness made the room spin violently. “Where else would she go?”
The fall risk alarm went off the same time Harkins rushed over. “Dr. Izei! Lay down.” The woman was formidable and, willing or not, had him sitting back down.
When the nurse touched him to steady him and make him sit, she grabbed and jolted his implants and he flinched hard and snapped, “Don’t touch me! I’m fine!” Then he leaned heavily on her, the dizziness making it difficult to tell which way was up. “Sorry. Just be careful.” Then he was sitting again.
Jonan appeared having heard the alarm and hurried over to help. “What happened?”
“I came to get Gadi, but she’s not here. Dr. Izei decided to get up. Get him settled and I’ll look for her.” She silenced the alarm.
Jonan scowled. “Look for her? She’s in bed. I gave her the hypo 5 minutes ago. I actually think she’s asleep.” He shrugged his massive shoulders. “I can never tell with her though.”
Harkins looked up and bustled over to the door and blinked. “Oh… I never saw her come out.” She couldn’t decide of she was irritated that she didn’t see Bethany leave or pleased she was cooperating. “It seems you talked some sense into her Dr. Izei.”
“Of course I did. Told Th’rethiss she’d listen to me.” Aaarel said. He was laying back, like he was supposed to be, mostly because the room was still spinning hard and it was making him feel a little nauseous. He sighed a breath of relief. “I’m glad she’s where she’s supposed to be and I’m glad she’s sleeping.”
Ah, but Bethany was not sleeping. The sound of the alarm had pulled her from the light meditative trance, the fact it was coming from Aasrel’s room, sent her heart racing into a panic. She sat up and stood like someone had shocked her. She gritted her teeth forcing her body to function past the dizzy lightheadedness and moved towards his room.
Bethany had a will of iron and ignored the nurse. The nurse seeing the lack of color and open fear decided to help her rather than fight with her. Bethany stopped outside the door, she didn’t want to be in the way.
Her fear was unfounded however. Aasrel was fine, which was confirmed a moment later by whispered reassurances from the nurse. Bethany nodded and moved away silently back to her bed.
Aaarel didn’t see her. He had his eyes closed, focusing on letting the dizziness fade. His headache had never gone away. In fact, it was getting worse, his head was hurting more, enough he didn’t feel he could think completely clearly.
He wanted to be let up though so he could sit with Bethany. She was so sick… what if she suddenly got worse, and he wasn’t there? That was why he was pushing so hard to sit up more despite the dizziness. If he could do that, they’d let him sit with her.
The problem with modern medicine was tricorders and biobeds and other advanced pieces of medical tech could detect the levels of pain and dizziness he was experiencing. Faking it didn’t work. That was the same for Bethany as well. She stayed on the bed, trying to calm herself. If her heart rate didn’t slow, she was going to be in for it, and someone would tell Aasrel eventually.
She was scared for him. She wanted him to heal fully, and to do that he had to give it time. Bethany let out a slow frustrated sigh. She had to do the same. Except she wasn’t healing, she was just buying time.
Ah, but everyone would try to fake it anyway. He peeked his eyes open to check the time, seeing how long before Bethany could come back. Then closed them again. He wished he could sleep, but… no, there was no way. He waited quietly, trying to ignore the headache as the dizziness began to subside.
After a full half hour, Jonan told Bethany she could get up. She had managed to relax enough that her heart rate was her new ‘resting normal’. So it was higher than normal, but low for her. He was taking meal orders for the galley and would return with food. He expected her to eat.
Bethany made her way into his room. He seemed asleep, and so she sat quietly in the chair watching him. His face had a pinched pained quality around his eyes and corners of his mouth. She was, at that moment, more scared for him than she was herself.
His eyes remained closed for a few minutes though he wasn’t actually sleeping. Then, “Bethany?” He asked, opening them slowly and looking at her. He reached for her hand and smiled. “They finally let you up?”
She squeezed his hand and brushed back his hair. “Yeah, finally. How are you? You look like you’re in pain.”
It took Aasrel a second to answer. “Just a headache. I’m okay.” He squeezed her hand gently. “Are you feeling better? Your meds should be working again,” he said, looking at her a moment, then closing his eyes again.
Her forehead furrowed in concern. That didn’t sound okay. He was taking longer to answer than he had earlier. Maybe he was just tired?
“I feel fine. Well as fine as I do lately. Jonan is bringing food in a bit. I’m sure he will bring you some juice if you want.” Something was wrong. He could barely focus on her. Th’rethiss said dizziness and concussion like confusion was normal. The headache or post surgical pain should be getting better. Should she get someone? “Do you want some more juice?”
Aasrel shook his head gently and then made a face, the slight movement not helping the pain in his head. A second passed, then he mumbled, “Maybe later.” He didn’t open his eyes but he did smile. “That’s good, you’re feeling better.”
Bethany looked up at the readouts and they didn’t look the same but she didn’t know what that meant. She forced a lightness to her voice. “So tell me about this Betazoid movie you’re going to share with me.” She wanted him to talk, act a little normal. He really looked like he was in pain.
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