Posted by Lieutenant Rachel Grey (Chief Medical Officer) in Here We Go Again (TAG Grey)

Posted by Lieutenant Helena Laursen (Helm/Nagivation Officer) in Here We Go Again (TAG Grey)

Posted by Captain Marceau Renault (Commanding Officer) in Here We Go Again (TAG Grey)
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EARLY (0500) the next morning after treating the hot shot pilot, Lt Laursen and Cpt Renault entered sickbay again. Laursen looked a little better, but the Captain not so good. Laursen was doing her best to help him, without hurting herself. “Dr. Grey?” the pilot called. “Captain’s sick. He brought me a tray yesterday to make sure I was following your orders. He came this morning to see if I was sick too. I feel okay, but he doesn’t.”

Laursen, pilot

Marceau was trying really hard not to accept help from Laursen, but he was partly hunched over, clutching his stomach. His face was flushed and he was sweaty. “I’ll be fine, it’s just a little bug. I just want to make sure no one else is going to catch it from me,” Marceau said, shooting Helena a look. “And make sure Lieutenant Laursen didn’t catch it from me already.”

~ Capt Renault

Rachel was sitting in front of a console working on something that seemed to involve a lot of text and diagrams. She turned around slowly, for a moment concern flashed across her face until she heard the Captain putting on airs. “There’s an old-Earth legal adage my mentor loved to bring up” She walked over to the Captain and grasped under his arm, she didn’t seem to have any issue carrying his weight “A man who is his own lawyer has a fool for a client. Doubly so for doctors”

Marceau scowled. Helena had essentially said the same thing. But he was in no mood to argue further and let her lead him to the biobed, still clutching his stomach. “I feel like I might throw up.”

After walking the short distance from the door to a nearby bed and gently pushed him on it “You sit” She said pointing at the pilot without looking in her direction, the doctor seemed more lucid than usual. She pulled a scanner from her coat pocket and started a standard cycle “Won’t do to have my good work spoiled by the flu now will it” She said to no one in particular.

Dr. Grey - CMO

“Yes ma’am.” Helena walked over to another exam bed and got herself up on it with no help. So an improvement. She laid back, closed her eyes and hoped helping the captain down there hadn’t aggravated anything. She wasn’t hurting, maybe just a little more tired? Of course she had been sleeping soundly before getting up and rushing to make sure he came down here. She would just lay there until Grey was ready for her.

Laursen, pilot

He sat on the biobed when the doctor nudged him onto it. He remained slouched forward. His stomach hurt too much to want to lay back. “I’m not sure where I picked something up, but I must have.” He said miserably.

~ Capt Renault

As Rachel scanned the Captain she used her right foot to open a nearby cabinet, balancing carefully on her left with barely any sway, and rummaged a little before removing a small bucket that she dragged towards the bed “Bucket” the doctor said as she used her free hand to remove the bucket from her foot and placed it on the foot of the bed in front of Renault “You don’t think it’s food-related?” She asked as she waved her scanner around slowly “Either indigestion or food poisoning?”

Dr. Grey - CMO

Marceau shook his head, “Have you had anyone else with nausea, stomach cramping, a fever, and general malaise and soreness? If it were food poisoning I wouldn’t be the only one sick. I… Ugh.” His stomach cramping got worse and he groaned and reached for the bucket at the end of the bed. When he leaned over it, he heaved into it, the smell of sick filling the room.

Rachel gave the Captain a flat look “Wouldn’t be the only one he says at five in the morning” She muttered nowhere near a whisper. Her nose wrinkled momentarily as the smell hit her but she quickly disregarded the distasteful scent.

Helena wrinkled her nose at the smell, which helped to hide her grin. Apparently the doctor’s ‘displeasure’ was not reserved for hot shot pilot’s.

His scans showed no signs of food poisoning or indigestion, but neither did it find a viral or bacterial infection. Instead, the scan showed high concentrations of stress hormones and other bodily signs of high stress. The stress was making him physically ill.

~ Capt Renault

Once she’d finished her readings she pocketed the scanner, walked to another cabinet and grabbed another sick bucket, and exchanged it with the filled on the Captain’s bed. She then walked further into the small medical bay, the sound of running water could be heard followed by a curse then the spilling of water, and again a yet longer running of water. Rachel returned with a glass of water and placed it on the table next to the Captain “Drink this, slow sips” She produced a pill box from her coat and put it next to the glass “Well good news, Sir, you do not have an infection or the flu” she explained calmly then pointed at the pills “Antacids to help settle your stomach acids for the short term.”

No infections was good. Since he’d finally been able to let it loose into the bin he felt a little better. Marceau sipped the water, slowly and carefully, not wanting to upset his system with it.

Rachel crossed her arms under her chest and put on a pensive frown “Downside is that this won’t be easily treated, your cortisol levels are through the proverbial roof. Far as I can tell these cramps are the result of extreme levels of stress” She spoke in a level tone, her face blank if mixed with some professional sympathy, something Renault would recognize as a trained response “We’ll need to have a serious discussion regarding how to curtail that but it can wait until you have had some time to recover”

Dr. Grey - CMO

Helena’s eyes popped open and she lifted herself up on her elbows and looked at the back of the captain. What?

Marceau recognized the ‘doctor face’. Professionality meant keep the reaction minimal, but bedside manner meant show sympathy. He disliked seeing it used on him. That was for him to use, on patients. Stress as a cause was bad, he didn’t want to look like he couldn’t handle the job. He was going to play it off like it was nothing, though. His stomach cramps were getting worse again so he set the cup of water down, an arm over his belly again.

“Understood. Merci, doctor.” There was a note of displeasure in his voice, but it wasn’t Grey’s fault. Grey was doing her job and doing it well.

~ Capt Renault

Oh Helena knew the tone of that Merci. He was going to be bull headed. Helena lowered herself off her elbows and laid back down. She was absolutely certain, Grey could handle that. But Helena was going to have a talk with Marceau when they left. The exact same one he gave her yesterday, just see if she didn’t. The benefits having known him so long, she could get away with it.

Lt Laursen, pilot

With fists on hips Rachel loomed over Renault “Now you take a pill posthaste Captain” Her tone was firm but not unkindly, she did not seem in the mood for talkback even from her Captain.

Marceau seemed unbothered by Grey’s tone, or at least not offended by it. He would expect no less of a decent medical officer… Well, perhaps she was a little short, but then, it was 0500. He shrunk back and looked up at her and nodded, “Oui, I was… I will.”

She turned on her heels and walked over to Laursen once again producing her scanner and immediately starting a cycle. Her eyes fell on the pilot and she gave the impression of a predator bird with the sharpness of her look “You’d do well to keep practicing that silence of yours” She said as she scanned the woman. Early mornings were not her favorite time of day.

Dr. Grey - CMO

Helena’s eyes crept open at the sound of foot steps approaching her. Grey looked even more deadly than normal. She didn’t say a word while the doctor did her scan.

Marceau couldn’t help but chuckle. Helena was usually silent when she needed to be. Wanting to avoid another of Grey’s death stares, he picked up the cup of water, opened the pill box, and took one of the antacids with a bigger drink of water.

~ Capt Renault

Helena silently watched and once Tenault had taken his own medication she returned her gaze to the ceiling. Helena’s scans showed no signs of virus or food poisoning or anything remotely like the Captain. Her scans were better, her body showed the benefits of a solid night of sleep, plenty of rest, and the medication Grey had given her showed clearly in her system at the expected amounts. Helena had wisely done exactly what Grey had told her to do.

Lt Laursen, pilot

Rachel pocketed the scanner giving the pilot a satisfied nod “It seems you are capable of listening to sense” She said then smiled warmly at the pilot, her back to the Captain. She then removed something from her pocket, a small bag of dried figs that she placed on the table next to her “Just in case” She whispered. A moment later her mask of professionalism returned and she turned around.

Helena looked at the…figs swallowed with a nervous expression but just gave Grey a thumbs up. She wasn’t talking.

Taking a few steps into the room she turned so she was facing both Officers and again crossed her arms, her expression firm if anything “Now perhaps you two can explain to me why my severely muscle fatigued patient with orders to take it easy is carrying the ships Captain up a deck?” She asked in a low voice “Are there no other officers capable of carrying their Captain?” She hadn’t given either of them a chance to respond yet. Her gaze focused on the Captain, she noted that he’d taken a pill but moved on regardless “I know that the reason isn’t some childish notion like I can’t let the crew see me be sick” She did an impression of the Captain, instead of affecting an exaggerated French accent she seemed to have managed to copy Renault’s accent and mannerism although her voice wasn’t quite as deep, interestingly enough she managed to almost entirely lose her native accent as she imitated the Captain. “Because two fully grown adults, nay, Starfleet Officers know better than that”

Dr. Grey - CMO

Marceau looked at the doctor with this innocent expression like a child in trouble, still sitting forward on the biobed to accommodate his upset stomach. “It was not that. The crew knows people get sick.” Marceau countered, though it was, quite heavily, on his mind that the cause of his illness was stress. That he did not want getting out. In fact, it made him wish he’d scanned himself. “Helena told you herself, I brought her a tray this morning to make sure she was resting adequately and that was when the nausea worsened and she convinced me to come in.”

~ Marceau

Helena was not going to point out she wasn’t actually carrying him, wasn’t even helping him. Renault wouldn’t let her. She just made sure he got here. When Grey looked at her, Helena wasn’t sure how to answer. “We have known each other a long time. I won’t let him be a bad patient.”

Lt Laursen, pilot

Rachel turned her head quickly towards the pilot shooting her a glare to end all glares… that had not been the right thing to say. She held the gaze for a good five seconds before turning to the Captain again, her smile turning overly sweet.

“Ahh She convinced you to come in. Perhaps crushing your dreams of self-healing?” It seemed whatever steps back Laursen had made, that statement the Captain made had saved her from further tongue lashings. “Well not much to be done about it now” She sighed and her false smile faded replaced with a blank expression “Sit there and let the antacids do their thing, I’m going to the mess to see if we have any ginger for you to chew on” She turned around and walked to the door “There are additional sickbags in the drawer if you fill that bucket aswell.” She said as she left her sickbay.

Dr. Grey - CMO

“With all the respect, Doctor Grey, it is regular old nausea. It isn’t going to kill me, yes, I was going to manage it myself.” Marceau replied. A doctor himself, he greatly respected the authority of medical officers, even over those ranking higher than them… However he also held the doctorly tendencies of being a bad patient. He sighed, both arms over his belly, “Yes… Ginger. Something for the nausea would help.”

~ Marceau