Posted Sept. 2, 2020, 11:01 a.m. by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) (Lindsay B)
Posted by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Blue-shirt Holodeck Hangout
Posted by Lieutenant Faye Calloway (Mission Specialist) in Side Sim: Blue-shirt Holodeck Hangout
Posted by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Blue-shirt Holodeck Hangout
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Meanwhile Kiama had succumb to the pain and exhaustion and became unconscious. The two NEs were treating her injuries. Their main focus was her head injury. Her broken rib hadn’t shifted, so there was no risk of her lung getting punctured. NE Jones tended to the hairline fracture of her skull and the laceration, while NE T’Mir made sure that there really were no injuries to her brain (other than the concussion) and that there would be no swelling that would cause any complications later on.
~Lt.jg. Naim, aCSO
A quick scan said that they had been fortunate and no one else was currently in any of the holo-facilities. However, someone was on the schedule soon so Faye hurried to lock down all the holodecks and put up a safety warning that would prevent people from entering without command authorization.
For the moment it seemed the ordeal was over so Calloway slumped against the wall to catch her breath before she would pack up her tools. Someone else could deal with the rest of this mess. Unless of course they wanted her help… in which case they could ask. Nicely.
~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist
Shon hopped down from the biobed he had been sitting on and moved to stand over the shoulder of the NEnsigns treating Kiama. He didn’t move to take over and tried to stay out of the way, but watched their work and did his best to hold his tongue every time they did something even slightly differently than how Shon would have done it. There was certainly such a thing as too many cooks in the kitchen in medicine, and treating someone you care for was never a good idea (at least where there were others around to do it instead). So although he was anxious to see Kiama patched up, he tried his best to have patience. Although he felt a little silly doing it, on the off-chance that Kiama could still hear the thoughts and emotions of those around her, he tried to send good energy her way.
(Ensign Baht, Medical)
Faye stepped into Sickbay a minute later, her face etched with worry. She was still running on adrenaline though and couldn’t help but tap her fingertips to her thumb. Spotting Shon, she moved over swiftly. “I’ve locked everything down and put a warning in the system. No one else should be able to get hurt. How are things here?” she said.
~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist
Shon turned and moved in for a brief, yet warm hug if Faye would accept it. “Thank you so much,” he said, uncertain how to communicate his appreciation for Faye saving his life. He nodded in acknowledgement of the lockdown to prevent other crew members from experiencing the same thing. “Kiama’s going to be okay,” he squeaked out with a little less confidence than he had intended. “I mean, obviously she’s stable,” he added quickly, “I just hope her concussion doesn’t have lasting effects. I’m letting people with steadier hands do the detail work.” He raised his blue hand to demonstrate how it was still shaking from the fearful encounter.
(Ensign Baht, Medical)
Faye had stiffened at the unexpected hug, but she didn’t pull away. She blinked. “Uhhh, you’re welcome?”
Moving over towards Kiama, Calloway peeked at the readings and briefly watched the med team work. “Yeah, she will. My feel a bit uncomfortable for a few days though. They can heal concussions pretty well these days, but there are always a few odd side effects you can’t always predict,” she said from experience.
Calloway glanced back at Shon. “How are you? I am no doctor, but I am going suggest something to drink and a chair. Later I think we could all use alcohol. Well, maybe not Kiama.”
~Faye Calloway, Data Specialist
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