Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Sickbay- Calloway

Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay- Calloway

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As one of the nurses went to get the ordered sedative, Faye continued to drift along in a weird state. She heard voices but they weren’t what she expected, and yet… the tone was familiar, comforting. For a moment she could focus enough to think back to when she had heard it before and realized it was at the facility the Romulans had moved her to after her ‘trial’ and conviction, which she had always understood, even then, to be a ruse to get unimpeded access to her. What she still had never understood, was why, and also how exactly she escaped. She had had help, that much she also understood, but everything was hazy by that 259th day of imprisonment and ‘experiment’ otherwise known as torture. That voice though hung like a shroud around her then, promising that everything would be okay. She couldn’t hear the words then, just like now, but she understood that tone. That one before had promised her safety and at the moment, unable to see or make sense of anything, Faye didn’t figure she had many options but to trust that tone once more.

“Hands off her,” Jasmine snapped in an authoritative tone. She had known the woman had been through a traumatic experience because she was granted asylum in the Federation but that was how the event was termed in her records or some other variation of that. Jasmine knew that people could panic and Faye seemed to be dealing with enough. She didn’t need the woman flashing back to some post-traumatic experience that would involve restraining her and calling in psyche. Calloway had enough to deal with now.

Someone was near her, speaking to her. Faye reached out more slowly and her fingers touched something. She couldn’t quite make out what her senses were telling her, but it was the side of Wynter’s hand. Still shaking slightly, Faye’s head turned towards the presence she knew to be there and her stormy grey-green eyes looked terrified. But she stopped fighting. Between the pain seeping through whatever drug was in her body, and the sudden blindness she was contending with, she understood that survival meant cooperation. If the comforting tone did belong to someone on her side, then there was a chance she might come out of this in one piece.

“Faye I can fix this okay,” Jasmine stopped treating her for a moment and began to speak as she took Faye’s hand.

The words still didn’t compute in Faye’s mind, but it wasn’t quite as foggy as before. She at least could understand that there were distinct words being said. Giving a small squeeze of the hand that had taken hers, Faye visibly relaxed a bit.

The nurse appeared beside Jasmine with offered the requested hypo.

Jasmine injected the hypo and took a deep breath.

“Eyyyzzzz,” Faye said, still dazed and not quite able to enunciate properly.

“Your eyes were burned. They need to be treated but I can do that. I need you to stay calm okay. I know it is scary but I have this. You are going to be fine.” In situations like this Jasmine always found that giving a patient information helped to make it less scary. “Faye I am going put you to sleep okay. When you wake up you will be fine.”

A murmur was Calloway’s only response.

Meanwhile, the other staff were cutting her uniform away carefully so ensure they knew where all the burns were. It became quickly evident that they stopped at the top of Faye’s chest and her left hand and forearm had also been affected. Her torso and legs were clean. Her hairline was looking a little on the singed side too and her teal dyed hair would have to be regenerated to encourage new growth so she didn’t have bald patches once the burned areas were treated.

~Faye Calloway, Data Scientist

Jasmine began to work on other sections of the burns as the nurses and other doctors took sections also so that the treatment progressed as quickly as possible. An hour later Jasmine set down the last dermal regenerator. A soft bandage was over Faye’s eyes. She would be able to see but it would take a moment for her eyes to adjust once Faye opened them much like a bright light filling a room where you were sleeping. Taking a seat next to the science officer, Wynter leaned back in the chair to begin the paperwork and wait for the woman to awaken.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO

A little while later, Faye’s levels of consciousness began to rise. Her mind then shifted into dreaming.

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A flash of light preceded the sensation of moving through the air before there was a sudden sensation of pain as her body hit the ground. Dazed, Faye looked up and where as in reality, it would have been Romulans in military uniforms standing over her, the face of the now dead lover peered over her. “Faye… Faye it’s time to go.”

She sat up, her head throbbing and looked around. It was not the charade of a science complex she sat in, but instead she sat amongst the tall grass overlooking the lake of her childhood. The sun was warm and she closed her eyes, savouring the heat that spread over her skin.

But that heat suddenly felt too hot. Her heart started racing as she sensation moved swiftly to uncomfortable to unbearable.

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Jasmine reclined in the chair next to Faye. They had been working for a few hours on her burns. It was exhausting work trying to keep Faye as comfortable as possible as they treated her body almost inch by inch. The work was not hard but mentally it was taxing. It always was in cases like this: Cases that involved the crew. As a doctor, she could maintain a professional distance but when you worked side by side with people it was vastly harder than a nobody walking into a clinic. A beep caused her eyes to open as she looked at the body function panel above the bed. The K3 Indicator showed that her pain tolerances were within normal limits but that was only a guideline reference. Real people tolerated pain differently and Faye’s tolerance was well above most peoples so the reading might not be accurate. What concerned Jasmine more was the beats per minute rapidly increasing.

Calloway’s heart rate showed an increase on the monitor and a moment later, she bolted upright. “No!” she shouted, wide eyed, exhaling a panicked breath.

“Faye…Calloway you are okay,” Jasmine said flying to her feet. It was then she made a rookie move. She leaned in.

She tried to looked around, but it was mostly dark with brightness around the edges. Her hands instantly moved up to her face, feeling the edges of the bandage there.

~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist

“Duck nuggets,” Jasmine winced taking a step back as she walked right into Faye’s hand moving towards her face. It was not Faye’s fault at all. Jasmine had literally broken Bedside Manner 101 of don’t get up in a patient’s grill when they are coming out of surgery, coming out of anesthesia, or coming out of a traumatic event. Faye was experiencing the trifecta and Jasmine was treating it like it was the woman came in for some Alka-Seltzer for a stomach ache.

Blinking trying to move the tearing up of he eye, Jasmine placed a hand on Faye’s shoulder and offered comfort. “Calloway you are safe. I put a bandage over your eyes. They take longer for the medicine to work because your cornea was flash burned and we don’t want scarring. That is why it is black. I promise you are okay,” she said firmly but gently.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter, CMO