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Post-Sim: The Infirmary - Yousefi's Not Feeling So Good

Posted Aug. 2, 2020, 8:56 p.m. by Petty Officer Benjy Yousefi (Operations) (Jamie Moore)

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Chloe looked up seeing the man staggering towards sick bay through the large glass panels of the pneumatic doors. His hair was sloppy and stumbling. She had seen it before and it meant one of two things. He was drunk or shot. Since they were not under a fellow or red alert most likely wasn’t due to an injury.

More likely the man moving closer and closer had spent too much time at Teller’s Casino drinking, eating, and gambling. This combination produced the most common ailments of vomiting, nausea, and broken bones. Since he appeared to be trying to cover his mouth and that fact he seemed to still be carrying something in his hand Chloe reached under the nurses station to a bucket. It was better to be safe than sorry.

Benjy felt his throat about to seal shut. His skin felt as though it was being pulled taut. The petty officer barrelled through the entrance to the infirmary, shoulder first, and rammed through a trolly carrying vials of some sort, sending them soaring. When he finally lost his balance, he fell on the side on which he lacked an arm to catch himself with, hitting the ground hard and letting out as much of a grunt as he could form with the breath he had left. The young man struggled to push himself off the ground while maintaining his grip on the item he was carrying, a clear film containing a liquid of some sort and sealed only by his tight hold. He looked up with wide, panicked eyes for a medic.

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OOC: Quick fix…

Instantly Chloe snapped out of her misdiagnosis that the petty officer was having an issue with a Risan Sunrise. “I need a doctor stat,” Chloe yelled moving faster than her current condition seemed to allow. Dropping down to the floor, Chloe rolled his body to the side. The man was clearly choking.

Staring at the man, Chloe ran through all the issues that could be facing them. This wasn’t an injury: There was no sign of trauma. This wasn’t a choking: The man could still pull in half ragged gasps.

“Petty Officer Benjy Yousefi. No history of allergies in his chart,” another nurse yelled as she read the body scan. While DNA and body scans were not routinely used in medical check ins they did have their place at times.

A nurse shoved a PaDD at Chloe. “Yousefi, I’m going to help you,” she said using his name as several other staff ran about the room grabbing equipment and other things.

The young man excavated a desperate gasp. He managed to slip out a croak with a vague semblane of a “thank you”.

“Yeah but he must be having an allergic reaction ,” Chloe yelled out for someone to review his chart. “Get me an Epi Hypo ready?”

Before Chloe started jabbing the guy she hoped. there was something in the chart. Times like this seconds felt like hours. Only about ten to twenty seconds had passed but try telling that to someone who couldn’t breath.

Yousefi’s stillness allowed him to find regular breaths, as shallow and gasped as they might have been. His eyes remained wide, however, and they darted between the nurses as they scampered around him.

Upon further inspection, the man’s medical records insisted on revealing nothing enlightening, issues around food consumption and the strength of his immune system, yes, but no allergies.

Looking over Benjy, Chloe notice something clutched in his hand. Pulling it from his hand Chloe held it out behind her. “Analyze this and get me that epi!”

Chloe Harland. Nurse

The pouch contained a lukewarm soup of some sort, watery with various chopped vegetables floating around. Most were not unusual (including carrots, Nepenthian mushrooms and Vulcan hornroot) but one of a particular indigo tinge would not be recognised by any staff who inspected it.

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Chloe grabbed the hypo ran her hand down the man’s body until she reached the firm, upper thigh of his leg. Holding the hypo she pressed it firmly against his leg. The soft pshhhh of the medicine indicated it was entering his body. Tossing the hypo aside, Chloe moved back to look at Benjy’s face. “Okay you should be able to breath again soon,” she said very slowly and calmly putting her hand on his chest feeling the rise and fall. Giving som slight resistance with her palm, Chloe paced her words to give the young officer on the floor some reference as to what she was looking for with his breathing. The result was her sounding like a yoga instructor as she spoke.

The young man followed her instructions diligently. Following instructions was a true talent of the lad’s and it seemed that near choking was insufficient to throw him off.

Casting a glance at the woman running the sample, she muttered a string of curses in her head that would make a Klingon blush violently. “There you go. Innnnnnn and ouuuuuuuut. Innnnnnn and ouuuuuuuut,” she drew out the pace. Hoping to relax the officer some, Chloe tried a bit of small talk as his breathing attempted to regulate.
“The Epineprhine is going to help relax your lung muscles so you can breathe. You will be fine except for a nasty bruise on your thigh in the morning but the thigh muscle is one of the largest muscles in the body so all the blood vessels will help it work faster than if we used your neck or arm,” she let out a deep breath inhaling one slowly.

Benjy’s breaths followed Chloe’s in and out instructions with a slight delay. His breaths were interrupted by stuttering from shivers and chills but those alleviated as time went on. Simultaneously, his having broken out into a cold sweat became more obvious.

“How is that sample analysis coming,” Chloe’s high pitched motherly tone rang out.

“Carrots, Nepenthian mushrooms and Vulcan hornroot,” she called out the results, “but we have having difficulty isolating a fourth substance.”

“How are you feeling Benjy,” Chloe asked looking at her watch timing to see if he would need another dose. If the man wasn’t getting better it was going to be hard to figure out what was causing this issue. Hopefully, the epi hypo would work and Yousefi would be able to tell them himself.

Ensign Chloe Harland nurse

His voice was raspy. “I’m fine!” The optimism and joy of his usual manner somehow still shone through, even as his voice threatened to fail. “Tha… That thing…” He breathily cleared his throat as he struggled to transmit. “Found it on Eputal IV. Shoreleave. Scans said it was fine…” Benjy’s wide eyes stared up at the nurse. He gave the appearance of a child facing a scare, feeling in some way responsible but not knowing what they had done wrong.

Initial scans would indicate that the unknown substance had organic foundations consistent with vegetable matter, in particular that of root vegetables.

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