Side Sim: Blue-shirt Holodeck Hangout

Posted April 5, 2020, 10:18 a.m. by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) (Ben Z)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Kiama Naim ((A) Chief Science Officer) in Side Sim: Blue-shirt Holodeck Hangout

Posted by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Blue-shirt Holodeck Hangout

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Kiama Naim ((A) Chief Science Officer) in Side Sim: Blue-shirt Holodeck Hangout

Posted by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Blue-shirt Holodeck Hangout


“Kiama?” Shon said again with more concern before finally looking behind him after a second to pull himself out of his daze. “Kiama!” Shon exclaimed as he saw his friend crumpled on the street. He scrambled to his feet and dashed to her, rushing to position himself behind her as he sat down on the concrete. Gingerly, he placed one hand under her neck to support it and used the other to pull her up from under her armpit into a slightly elevated position, resting her head on his lap. “Computer, end program, two to emergency transport to sickbay!” Nothing changed. Around them, the word continued to behave erratically, with colors of objects changing to unnatural hues, columns of rain spontaneously appearing over small circles of area, and polka music blasting from somewhere in the distance.

Kiama stirred slightly as Shon moved her gently, but her eyes were still closed.

Shon looked down at the semiconscious Kiama. He had no tricorder, no biobed, no sickbay. He couldn’t be sure exactly how bad her fall had been. But for the moment, they needed to find shelter, before something came crashing down on them. “Kiama, we need to get inside,” he half-shouted over the chaotic noises around them, “can you move?”

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

Kiama’ eyes fluttered open as Shon called her name. She took a couple of deep (or deepish) breaths as she tried to calm herself down, orient herself and take note of her injuries. Her head was hurting and instinctively she move her uninjured hand to her temple. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she felt the blood on her fingertips. Wiggling her toes and carefully moving her limbs to test if she had any other injuries, she eventually said, “I think so. I think my left wrist is broken, but since I don’t walk on my hands that shouldn’t be a problem.” A soft giggle escaped her lips at her own joke, only to be immediately followed a slight wince.

The giggle gave Shon pause, but otherwise he was glad to see that Kiama’s head injury seemed to be minor. He couldn’t help but smile when the joke registered to him, the imagine of Kiama walking on his hands that flashed across his mind giving him a split second of reprieve from the chaos and adrenaline.

With slow, careful movements, Kiama managed to sit up. Turning her head to look at Shon, she asked, “What happened? Why did the holodeck program change? And what is that awful music?” Without waiting for his answer, she continued to get back onto her feet. She was feeling a little dizzy and light-headed, but that was something she could worry about later. Right now they needed to figure out what happened and find a way off the holodeck. And not for the first time in her life did she push all emotions and the pain she was feeling as far back as possible and went into pure focus mode.

~Lt.jg. Naim, aCSO

Shon wrapped his arm around Kiama’s waste to support her as they limped to the entrance of an abandoned ice cream parlor, which Shon kicked open the door to. He led Kiama to one of the retro-style diner chairs at a nearby table and helped her sit down. “The holodeck’s gone haywire. The computer’s not responding to commands. We need to find the manual control panel, it should be somewhere nearby, but first we need to patch you up.”

Her first instinct had been to protest as Shon helped her walk, but she managed to stop herself from saying anything as she was fully aware that it was the sensible thing for him to do. Not to mention that she didn’t want to fall again; and since she was feeling somewhat dizzy she didn’t trust that she could avoid that on her own.

Once she was sitting on a chair, she replied, “Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. Let’s just find the control panel.”

He jogged to the little kitchenette behind a row of replicators and dug through the drawers, making a face as he pulled out a rubber chicken and tossed it aside. “Looks like the shop isn’t immune to the glitches either, but hopefully they’re a little less intense…” He eventually found a knife and brought it over to where Kiama was sitting, using it to cut off a sleeve of his polka-dotted shirt. He moved to tie it around Kiama’s head as a makeshift bandage. Then he cut off the pant legs of his ruined khakis at the knee, grunting as he awkwardly tied the thicker fabric together and strained to make sue the knot was tight. “Do you think this might work as a sling for your arm?” He ran back to the kitchenette and foraged for a spoon. He placed it gently against Kiama’s broken wrist along the joint, then cut off his other sleeve to wrap it tightly. “I’m sorry of this hurts,” he said as he worked.

Kiama felt rather uncomfortable and probably wasn’t the best at hiding it just now. Being cared for by someone else in this way just wasn’t something that came natural to her. Or not anymore anyways. So in order not to feel completely useless and helpless, she started to methodically look around the ice cream parlor, hoping to spot what might be the holodeck controls. At Shon’s question she looked back at him and then at the sling. “I’m sure it’ll do fine,” she nodded.

“That’s okay. Don’t worry about it,” Kiama replied sincerely. Yet as Shon started to make a makeshift wrist splint, she involuntarily inhaled sharply while clenching her other hand into a fist; her nails digging into the soft skin of her palm.

Hopefully, by the time he was done, Kiama had a makeshift wrist splint, sling, and head bandage. All made of Shon’s clothes, which left him looking a little wonky in his sleeveless button down and freshly-frayed khaki shorts. “Do you have any idea how to escape a malfunctioning holodeck?”

(Ensign Shon, Medical)

“Other than through finding a holodeck control panel?” Kiama asked and before Shon even had the chance to answer, added, “Not really. And sadly, computer science has always been one of my weak points. My forte is with living beings. An engineer or Lieutenant Calloway would be much more helpful than me. Sorry.”

Carefully sliding of the chair, Kiama started to walk slowly around the room, looking more closely for what might be the control panel. She did her best not to show it, but she was still feeling dizzy and even slightly nauseated. Not a good sign at all. But that was something to worry about later. Now she needed to focus and she knew that as long as she kept herself busy, that wouldn’t be a problem. Not to mention that she knew from experience that high-stress situations like that made it so easy for her to focus that she ended up not even registering pain and discomfort any more. So that was what she was counting on to happen right now as well.

~Lt.jg. Naim, aCSO

For his part, Shon didn’t seem to register Kiama’s discomfort. Whereas in her boarding physical Shon had tried very hard to be polite, in this situation he wasn’t going to give Kiama much choice but to accept his medical help, unless she actively resisted. He was very much in field medic mode.

Shon joined in the search, opening cabinets and looking under tables for the panel. But as he did so, he watched Kiama out of the corner of his eye. He raised his voice to make sure she could hear from across the room. “You got pretty banged up, what happened?” Shon obviously knew what happened. But he was perhaps not so slyly trying to determine if Kiama was disoriented.

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

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