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Surgery Time

Posted April 7, 2021, 10:53 p.m. by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Theodore Knox (Chief Medical Officer) in Surgery Time

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In reality there was no pain, but she could feel pressure and movement, the ghost of a touch as Knox dug around inside her abdominal cavity. No…No it’s just a cut, it won’t hurt long, breathe. She waited, she listened, they would be back. Mad Man and his doctor always came back. Her breath became ragged, her heart rate went up, blood pressure, and adrenaline spikes. There! She lashed out, instinct, memory and dreams colliding. Juliet! They couldn’t have her too. Where did they take her?
She had to find her.
The psilosynine in her paracortex spiked, alarms started going off, and one of the nurses stumbled, grabbing her head as if in pain. She let go, no she was on Leviathan, it was okay. Ryder? The pain in her head…GET OUT OF MY HEAD! STOP! Long burried memories, and nothing but intense pain, and the monitors began to alarm wildly.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS

As the alarms went off Theodore considered. Well that went quicker than either of us anticipated. Interesting. he carefully put down the tool he was using to complete the rib repair and turned to look at the monitors.

What went faster? What are you doing?!

“She’s spiking on all readouts Doctor.” NE Goodguy said loudly.

Theodore raised his eyebrows. “Yes, I can see that Ensign.” He responded cooly. He picked up a neural scanner and did a pass over the counsellors head. “Her levels are too high. Hypo compound 12 please, NE Starling, if you could finish the micro regeneration over the ribs I will endeavour to correct the issue.”

The fog was beginning to clear, and there was pain, so much pain. Medically there should not be. There was enough gas and sedative in her system to keep a normal person asleep for a week. But the survival instinct made people be able to do the unthinkable, the near impossible, and Casela had a stronger survival instinct than the average person. And pain, well pain could be a very motivating force. Unfortunately for NE Starling he suddenly had the very real knowledge that if he injected that hypo into the counselor he would kill her, and he was a doctor, he was not going to kill his patient. He dropped the hypo backing away quickly. And a short moment later he was shaking his head, as if confused wondering what was wrong with himself. He returned picked up the hypo and stared at it before administering it.

As NE Goodguy and the nurse hurried to stabilise the counsellors vitals Theodore brought up the display of her brain on the tricorder he felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth. With that much damage he had no choice but to go tinker…repair the damage manually of course.

She listened…waiting…coiled....The Doctor had made a mistake, he forgot the psilosynine blockers, again. That’s how she got away the last time…no…wait…Leviathan, The Doctor was dead, this was someone else, she safe on Leviathan. She floated away from the pain. Ribs, her ribs were being fixed. She remembered now, vaguely. She could feel them mucking around deep inside her. There was no pain but the feeling of body parts that were eternally protected from touch being moved and man handled created a very intense and horrifying type of motion sickness. The knowledge of the doctors, hands deep into her abdominal cavity made her physically sick. Her hands twitched futilely at her sides in a desire to hold her stomach before she lost her breakfast she hadn’t eaten.

“Nurse, prepare the neurological surgical support frame. I’m going to try to correct this immediately.”

Dr Knox

Neurological? NO! Her mind uncoiled terrifyingly fast and latched onto Knox. You won’t do it again! Again? What had The Doctor done that was being repeated? She didn’t remember. Not again! She’d die in the effort but he’d go with her!

No The Doctor was dead. She was in sickbay, her ribs…

NOT AGAIN! and she had a hold of him, long suppressed memories mistaking Knox for The Doctor. She didn’t know his name nor had ever seen him until she woke up in his lab. But she froze as she made contact. This wasn’t The Doctor, but it wasn’t Knox…or it was, but there were TWO of him. He was trying to confuse her. She had a vague memory of tests…psychic tests and pain and…and…the memories would come and there was intense pain in the effort to recall them. But the fact that there were two Knox’s inside the one mind confused her in an already confused state. What are you doing to me?!
Lt Synthi-er, CNS

Bump

While on the outside Theo began the process of brain surgery, inside in a space that both was and was not Theodore found himself watching a confused looking version of the counsellor. He stood, dressed all in black, his black leather apron on and a pair of black elbow length gloves completing the look and raised both his eyebrows. “Well, well well…I must say this is an…” he paused to consider his words. “Shall we say unexpected pleasure. Good morning to you counsellor, welcome to the inner workings of my mind, I’d offer you a seat but we seem to be rather sparse on furnishings and I am otherwise occupied you see.” He indicated what for ease of explanation seemed to be a similar set up to a bridge view screen where he could see the counsellors prone form and his own hands busy working.

Casela blinked, she did not raise one brow as was her normal reaction to interesting or unexpected events, there were two of him talking in tandem, or almost like binaries. She glanced at the ‘view screen’ and chocked back the rising terror. It was clearly herself, and there was no doubt that the crew and location was Leviathan. Why was she trying to harm Knox? She’d clearly meant to attack him, but why? Her gaze turned back to the men, somewhere some self preservation or clarity came to her, “I’m booking the two of you appointments for the next month at least.” But then the clarity was gone with a sudden torrent of pain. Not just the migraines Hampton’s weapon had initiated but this was…she glanced out the view screen and really wished she hadn’t. He was mucking about in her brain (she turned her back firmly to it) but the pain didn’t match what he was doing, but her mental image waivered though her grip did not release.

“As to what I am doing to you, I am endeavouring to keep you alive. You were not entirely truthful with me regarding what was done to you by ‘The Doctor’ were you? Or regarding your current state of health.” His lips curled and he clicked his tongue. “ tut-tut-tut.” He emphasised the sound still smiling “it won’t do.”

Dr Knox

Being uninformed was an obstacle that Casela over came many times and it didn’t phase her. But this was more than that, she was confused, in intense pain, and had no idea what Knox was talking about. “I did not lie or hedge. You know as much as I do about what he did to me.” Know was there when she arrived on Centurion. He knew everything. She was confused and felt like he was trying to trick her. “What are you talking about? Why are you messing in my head? What’s wrong?” There was a sudden stabbing pain and a flash of repressed memory. She’d been unable to read the doctor’s mind with the blockers in place. She’d regained consciousness while he was working but all she remembered was pain. She resisted the urge to lash out. If Knox was working with The Doctor then she had to be careful or he’d give her drugs. “What did he do that I didn’t tell you?” She fought for the memories but they brought more pain, intense pain that cause adrenaline and brain wave spikes. Her grip released and her image flickered. “My health?” she had nothing to hide about her health. Other than Hampton she was fine, wasn’t she? “You’re trying to confuse me.”
Lt Synthi-er, CNS


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