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Side sim: In the dark of the night

Posted Jan. 3, 2022, 6 p.m. by Ensign Luna (Security Officer / RTF) (Christina Crafford)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Theodore Knox (Chief Medical Officer) in Side sim: In the dark of the night
NE jones hated the delta shift especially when it came to containment cell scrubbing. He sighed and hefted the large sonic mop splashing a little cleaning fluid onto the floor. It spread across the floor and soaked into his boots. The slightly numbing chill spread up his sock. He stepped backward, aghast, and succeeded in only spreading the feeling further as his foot made an unholy squelching sound. Well, that was Just perfect this had to be a metaphor for his aspiring star-fleet career. All he had become was a glorified janitor.

One of his colleagues laughed. “Oh cheer up Ozzy, you have an hour left before a four-day leave. You’d think by your face that you were being tortured it’s only a bit of cleaning fluid, replicate some new socks!”

He grumbled and scowled as he worked. He did not replicate new socks. He left his wet foot as it was and used it to fuel the grumpy demeanor that encouraged so many of his fellow NEs to give him a wide berth. In such a mood he told NE Fellow exactly what he thought of their sock suggestion. They frowned at him in return. “Well excuse the hell out of me!” They muttered and continued working with their back to him the rest of their shift.

An hour later, squelching as he walked across the deck Jones returned to his quarters. NE Fellow had been right. He had four days scheduled leave and was planning on spending it as he always did. Secluded away in his quarters not talkin to anyone, comm badge firmly ignored and comms switched off. He would emerge four days later, in uniform and scowling go back to his work and someone would inevitably ask if he had enjoyed his time off and he would growl and shrug till they left him alone to mop or defragment some panel somewhere.

He didn’t bother to put the lights on as he entered. Darkness was cheap and he liked the gloom. He locked the quarters as normal and set about pulling the sodden boots off. Wiggling his now naked feet to rid them of the feeling he tossed the boots into the replicator and hit the processing cycle.

=^= Computer I’m going to bed. Don’t let anyone disturb me for the next twelve hours. =^= he muttered and rubbed his face with both hands as the system registered his command with a chime.

Briefly, through his fingers, he was aware of movement in the shadows, before he could turn something grabbed him in a firm grip. He struggled as a hand pressed over his mouth. Stifling his cry of alarm and anger. He bit down but tasted only thick leather. A hissing sensation sounded as something cold-pressed into his neck and spread. Vision blurring he felt a Lang of helplessness and regret that no one would know something had him or would come looking…not until he didn’t show up for his shift four days from now…his eyes rolled and he went limp against the force holding him upwards.

Gently, the force, a tall man dressed entirely in black lowered his prey to the floor. He Illuminated the space a little more with the computer interface he had programmed on the PaDD he now carried and slowly looked around as he peeled off the old-fashioned leather gloves, one finger at a time. Bending he pressed the index and middle fingers on his left hand into the pulse point on the fallen NEs neck and counted. A small smile crossed his features.

“My apologies Ensign…unfortunately I require your assistance in an experiment,” Theodore said calmly. He bent again and taking hold of the man’s ankles began dragging him to the sleeping area where the rest of his equipment waited. “I’m sure you don’t mind my intrusion but I had to wait for your leave to start and didn’t want to have us disturbed.” He lifted the NE into the bed and checked his portable sterile field was working before Donning his leather apron and a pair of black elbow-length gloves.

You only have a few hours remember. They might not notice him but you’ll be missed if you’re not back in sickbay come morning. Theo’s words earned from the deep recesses of their mind.

On the outside Theodore smiled again “Shall we then,” he said taking up his tricorder.


Sometime during the night, NE Jones woke in the dark feeling disoriented and with a horrible itching, cramping sensation in his left foot and leg. He fumbled in the dark to touch the limb and found, under the blankets, what felt like a wad of wet towels covering his leg. He tried to move it but found himself stuck paralyzed where he lay. As if his legs no longer obeyed his brain. Panic gripped him and the itch intensified. Ordering the lights on he ripped the covers back and gasped in horror as the mass of what looked like flesh and cleaning fluid crawled further up his torso. It moved so quickly he didn’t have so much as time for another breath let alone a scream. Or covered his mouth and nose…

…he sat upright in the darkness gasping for breath and soaked with sweat. His head ached horribly immediately he sprang out of his bed covers and turned the lights on. Nothing…nothing but blankets, twisted free from the mattress and rumpled with his movements. His head throbbed, an aura emanating from the lights everywhere he looked. He had never experienced a migraine before but this sounded like those he had heard described.

=^= Computer…what time is it…=^= he asked groggily stumbling slightly as he moved into the seating area of his quarters. There were his boots, dry and ready to be used again. A half-empty bottle of Scotch sat on the table beside a tipped glass and a half-eaten bowl of nachos. His hands were stained with salsa and nacho dust.

=^=The time is now 0700 hours.=^=

It had been a dream? He looked around the room, he had no memory of the night…something had grabbed him…wait that had been a dream…his head ached as he tried to remember. Quietly, still in his pajamas he left his quarters and made his way to alpha sickbay.

Jones leaned heavily on the bulkhead as the doors swished closed behind him. The short trek had left him sweating again and dizzy. It was difficult to see.

“Dear me. What do we have here.” A gentle calm tone asked. Jones looked up into the dark eyes and beard of Dr Knox who carefully took him by the elbow and led him to the nearest biobed.

“I…migraine…” he murmured as he allowed the Doctor to assist him onto the bed and lay back. The Doctors hand rested on his forehead a moment.

“And a fever.” Theo clucked his tongue sympathetically. “Not to worry Ensign you’ll be fine.” He reassured as he turned for a hypo to help reduce some of the symptoms. it would appear that the memory engram worked…the fever is unexpected. Theodore thought as outwardly Theo said “Well then let’s have a look at you shall we?”

NE Jones relaxed into the biobed as the doctor worked, feeling at least now whatever had happened during the night he was safe in the Doctor’s capable hands.

Dr Knox

” I’m sorry im late was studying for a test and lost track of time. How can I help” Came Cerenitys sweet voice from behind Dr Knox? The now neatly five-year-old had been helping in sick bay for some time now. It kept the bright inquisitive child out of trouble.
Cerenity

OOC: I hope Knox don’t mind having help. Lol
Christina


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