Posted by Christina Crafford in Surgery Time
Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Surgery Time
Posted by Ensign Juliet Anders (Security Officer /RTF) in Surgery Time
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The closed door did wonders for the auditory assault on her head. With the reduction of physical noise and his sudden absence of thoughts, she realized that much of the problem was the telepathic input. She tried to block the telepathic noise only to discover she had almost no control over her telepathy and the effort made her gasp in pain. Her eyes snapped open locking on Knox momentarily before closing them against the stabbing pain. She realized she was in the midst of an incredible severe migraine.
Crossing back to her side he held up a hypo to the light and surveyed the contents leisurely as the counsellor continued to exhibit distress. “Would you like me to give you something for the pain and the nausea?” He asked knowing what her answer would surely be.
She would have growled at him if it wouldn’t hurt so much. No she didn’t want the medicine, she liked being in pain. She wanted to prove how tough she was, but her mental sarcasim was wasted since he could hear her. She nodded her head clearly, the movement creating a sensation of vertigo, but better than the throbbing the sound of her voice caused.
Again the corners of his mouth turned up and he delivered a fairly large dosage of medication to her. Then, moving to the wall panel he dimmed the light slightly to a more comfortable level and sat down.
She breathed slowly as the medicine took effect. Visibly relaxing when it did. She was exhausted, and it sounded in her voice as she whispered, “what went wrong?”
Lt Synthi-er CNS
Thoughtfully he answered. “Your rib repair went smoothly, there should be some mild discomfort for a few days but nothing painful and the swelling and bruising was minimal and easily reduced with a sub dermal regenerator. Once you’re fully conscious I’d like to do a deep tissue scan of the thorax and a lung function series.” He was watching her intently.
“However, during surgery your Psilosynine levels began to climb. There was significant damage to your paracortext that did not show in your records or previous scans and I was forced to attempt to surgically repair the damage. It is a stable repair for now but it will require further treatment.” He allowed this to sink in a moment.
“Your telepathic abilities may appear amplified. You will also experience headaches. I can give you an inhibitor to tone it back down if you would like.”
Casela ignored the offer of an inhibitor and despite the pain from the lights, she opened her eyes, locking her gaze on Knox, and started to prop herself up before thinking better of it. “I don’t know if this is some twisted way to see if I’m aware and in control of my faculties or some twisted joke, Doctor. I have never suffered damage to my paracortex.” Was she sure of that though? She felt very confused, trapped, and a need to run. That wasn’t going to help her. “I think you better explain.” Problem was she was not in any condition to stay awake and understand…the pain had eased but the continued telepathic input was going to send her over the edge. Her levels were starting to spike again and her vision went fuzzy.
Lt Synthi-er CNS
Theodore appeared unphased. “I am not sure how much of this conversation you will retain. No matter, I believe you may be unaware of the damage which I can only assume was a result of your time with ‘The Doctor’” he said the word as if it was distasteful. “I am sure the reasoning behind this is fascinating, however the scar tissue is rather pronounced. Strange that it did not show on scans previously. However, one tends not to focus on paracortex areas during basic scans, so easily overlooked.” He mused as he spun another hypospray containing the promised inhibitor between his long fingers.
Long years of training kept her still and her face impassive, other than the reaction to pain and nausea (which had subsided with the medication), but the instruments would show an increase in heart rate, slight respiration, and blood pressure at the mention of “the Doctor.” Casela shared the same distaste as Knox about him, but she’d only ever heard Mad Man refer to him as ‘Doctor’ and so the name stuck. They had tortured her but she had no…wait there was some vague memory but then it was gone. She closed her eyes against the pain of the lights.
“I must confess myself intrigued as to how much your abilities have changed. Can you describe the sensation or the pain for me?”
Describe it? Her voice was low and she tried to put words to the feelings. “Knives, tiny ones, cutting into the same spot over and over, but deeper each time,” she was probably describing how it had felt when the Doctor operated on her, the memory of the sensation. “Throbbing, no, a thooming, that’s deep, more felt than heard, vibrating through my whole head, it mutes out all the sound to let it back in suddenly like being next to a tri-cobalt grenade going off.” She coughed slightly, “Have you ever been in an avalanche? The roaring at the height of the slide, it never stops and never quiets.” She started to rub her head, right where he’d operated, but it hurt when she touched it and she jerked her hand away. “Too many voices, too loud, I can’t turn them off.”
Lt Synthi-er, CNS
Theodore considered the description of pain thoughtfully. “Hmmm” was all he said as he continued to twist the hypo between his finger tips. “The surgical site may be a little tender. Are the voices louder than they were originally?” He asked.
Casela grimmaced, he’d been messing with her skull, her brain? The thought made her sick to her stomach again. She was quiet for quite a while, perhaps she’d succombed to the body’s post surgery exhaustion, but no. She was struggling with flashes of memories that she didn’t remember. Long burried, deep in the bowels of the primal chaos that survives in all psyches. No, no no no. She accepted, somewhere, where her rational mind was slowly sifting the input, that it made so much sense, it explained so much, but the realization was too much, too much on a life, on a body, on a person, that had given too much, had suffered far too much, for others, for ideals, for others’ dreams. Ryder? she wanted him, she wanted Gen, she wanted to go, to leave. Or better yet, wake up out of the nightmare that her life had suddenly become.
Was it louder? “I…I don’t know, yes? Maybe, I’m not sure. I can’t turn it off anymore.”
After her reply he considered the readouts and then, only then, did he stand and administer the inhibitor. “How about now?” He asked.
The telepathic noise turned to a insistent but soft buzzing. It was an odd sensation. The voices were softer, muted, quiet like she wanted but she hadn’t done it. The inhibitor left her fuzzy headed and she felt like her thoughts were coming much slower, like a very strange and frightening form of sedation. She’d been given inhibitor’s before, a long time ago on Centurion. She’d been feral, the doctors told her, they’d had to do it to protect themselves so they could help her. Had she been like that again? No, she didn’t think so, Knox was talking to her, so maybe just a precaution? Or, yes she’d wanted to the noise off, and he helped turn it off. “It’s…quiet now,” her voice was slightly slurred and her words slow like she had to really think about them in order to form them into sound.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS
Theodore smiled . “Excellent. That is good. You are doing very well.” He said with the same slight smile. “Try to rest. I will be back to check on you shortly.” He checked her vitals again then quietly, almost stealthily, moved to the exit. At the door he paused and turned to consider her again.
“Oh, and just for your own comfort, the restraint field is not active, you may get up as you please but I would not suggest that you do so. I would hate to see you injure yourself further.” He smiled again and then left.
Casela didn’t respond, but she was grateful for Knox’s consideration. She had no intention of getting up though. Simply trying to roll to her side had been difficult. As Knox had said there was discomfort, stiffness, and swelling making it difficult to move. It didn’t hurt to breathe though, so that was good, right? She closed her eyes and tried to let oblivion take her.
Back in his office he opened a comm channel. =^= Knox to commander Ryder. Your presence would be welcome in sickbay. Lieutenant Synthi-er has woken up, she is in recovery. The surgery went well but there were some unforeseen complications I should discuss with you before you see her.=^=
Raauhl had already been on his way to sickbay, he was aware of the surgery but chose to stay away until finally not knowing what was happening he decided to see for himself. His pace quickened when Knox informed him of an unforeseen complication until finally he burst into sickbay “Where is she?! Whats happened?” Seeing Casela he quickly walked up to Casela checking her over for which she seemed ok?
- Commander Raauhl, XO
Unfortunately for Casela, Knox forgot to shut the door to recovery. So the constant buzzing and chatter of main sickbay made her head pound in a steady rhythm. If she focused on her breathing she was able float away from it for awhile. Ryder’s sudden entry to sickbay and his loudly demanding questions made her whimper loudly, raising her hands to cover her ears. She’d never noticed before how easily his voice carried with demand without trying. Ryder would make Knox tell the truth and stop talking in riddles. Ryder would find out what had happened. He was upset, she could feel it. She shouldn’t be able to feel it. Knox gave her something to quiet her telepathy…oh, it was the other connection. She tried to reach for him, but she didn’t quite know how to work that other connection and so by habit tried to use her telepathy, only causing herself more pain, and with the inhibitor it wouldn’t work anyway. She flinched and moaned against the pain. Though physically she looked fine, despite her hands over her ears and her face pinched in pain, he would feel she was in pain, very confused, and scared.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS
Juliet arrived back in sick bay once more. She had been coming every hour since finding out Cas’ surgery was today. Every time, she had been pushed away and told she would be alerted when her cousin awoke. Yet every hour, she came back, only to be turned away once more.
This time, she caught the look on Cas’ face as she looked towards Ryder. Of course the XO was there. Besides being the XO, Cas had mentioned they were a couple. She hadn’t been around or delved into it enough to find out just how far the relationship had gone. But seeing her cousin on the table, she knew it was further than she thought. Stepping into the room, she closed the door behind her and coughed lightly to get Ryder’s attention from behind him. As Cas winced again, she gave up being polite and took a step forward, “Cas… stop. Don’t even try it. You know better.” There was a scolding to her voice but also caring.
She tried to reach towards Cas mentally. It wasn’t to speak with her but to shield her, or at least try to. She hadn’t tried it in years. They had had the idea as kids that they could shield one another when troubled. That way she could shield Cas when Cas wanted to rant and lash out, but not concentrate on her own shields at the same time. And the other woman would do it for her if roles were reversed. They hadn’t perfected it before they had been torn apart, but it didn’t stop Juliet from trying now to shield her cousin from the ambient noise all around her. She bit her lip as she tried and stared at Cas’ face as if it would make it easier.
Ens Juliet Anders
A nurse stopped the small child. “I’m sorry young lady. This is surgical ICU you can’t go in there. You aren’t scrubbed and you aren’t in surgical clothing, you aren’t an adult, Only people Miss Casela approved beforehand are allowed in. But I’ll take it and make sure that she gets it. Besides these pretty feathers are too delecate to withstand the decontamination room. So let’s keep them safe.” She placed the dream catcher into a special box and put Casela’s name on it and put it up on a self outside her door.
Cerenity had stuck into sick bay wanting to give sumthing to Cas but she chose to to desterb her and instead pulled on Ryders pant leg to get his attention. ” This is for miss Casela can you give it to her for me when she feels better” the child said then handed over a dream catcher she had made with her mom. Then disapered quietly befor she got into trouble. It was made with a wood ring pretty colored string forming the web. For decoration it had a blue sparkly riben and three fethers tied to it.
OOC: I hope Casela like it.
OOC: She will, and thank you, but want to keep this realistic to the severity of the situation.
OOC: oh I miss read something I thought she was in recovery. Sorry for that confusion thought it would be a nice surprise for her when she wakes up.
Juliet pulled the door open about to bark at whoever she sensed was the problem she felt on the other side of the door. But seeing it was a child and not an adult, she bit her tongue and watched the small girl leave. Shaking her head, she closed the door once more and looked back at Cas to see if she was calming any from the shield she was trying to keep over her cousin.
((adjusted post for changed situation))
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