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Sickbay, USS Brian A. Olinski (2)

Posted Aug. 31, 2020, 5:30 a.m. by Lieutenant Alexandra "Little Sehlat" Primage (Pilot. Grn Squad Ldr) (Melissa Aragon)

Posted by Commander Richard “Ricochet” O’Shea (Cmd Air Group (CAG)) in Sickbay, USS Brian A. Olinski (2)

Posted by Lieutenant Alexandra “Little Sehlat” Primage (Pilot. Grn Squad Ldr) in Sickbay, USS Brian A. Olinski (2)

Posted by Lieutenant Vega Dal (Chief Engineer) in Sickbay, USS Brian A. Olinski (2)

SNIP

A little while later, Xandra started to wake up. It felt like she was swimming in zero G in an EVA suit. Her body felt sluggish and heavy and it was as if there was nothing to push against to wake up. Slowly her eyes opened and she looked up to see Ric. A smile slowly covered her face. And while it didn’t quite look like her usual smile, her eyes made up for it in seeing him. “I take it dinner tonight is out?” Her voice felt rough as she tried to get his attention.

Xandra
Pilot
(Intelligent enough to draw the curiosity of all alien mind control races lol)

As her eyes fluttered open, Ric leaned over and kissed her forehead gently. “Whatever you want, I’ll fix it. Hold on.”

Xandra laughed but winced halfway thru. “Oh, so you mean it wasn’t your cooking that put me here in the first place?” She was teasing him. A good sign she was starting to feel better.

Ric went to call the doctor and inform him that Xandra was awake. On his way back, he stopped to get her a cup of water with a straw. Lifting her head just a bit, he added, “Not too much. Go easy.”

When she finished, Ric lowered her head back to the pillow. “Feeling like yourself again?”

Ricochet (CAG)

Xandra gratefully took the sip of water and tried to sit up. “I have a splitting headache, and still feel like I’m covered in weights. But I think I’m ok. I just want out of here.” She was trying to struggle out of the biobed but as fast as she thought she was going, her body was moving slow.

Xandra
Pilot
(GM, she still in danger?)

“Yeah, well, you were fighting the mind control pretty hard. You’re probably gonna be sore for a couple days, at least.”

Ric placed his hands on her shoulder and leg, gently forcing Xandra back down. You’re not going anywhere, just yet, not until the Doc says so. Then I’ll carry you home.”

He smiled and kissed her forehead.

“Mind control? Seriously?” She hated to let him do it, but she settled on her back on the bed once more. “I must have a yummy brain. That’s twice now. Three times I’m gonna have to design my own medal.” She tried to laugh it off but it was forced. She was scared, and he’d see that thru the half smile. “Am I going to lose my flight status?” It was her top concern. Her second one made her frown a bit more. “And are you really going to carry me back to our quarters?” The look she gave him said she would probably fight him on that score. She didn’t need to be carried like an invalid.

Having decided to finally leave engineering Vega wanted to get an update on her injured crewman. She walked through the doors and looked around to see if there were any medical personnel, or engineering staff to get answers from.

  • Lieutenant Vega Dal

bump 8.25.20

Ric turned to look as the engineer entered Sickbay. He tilted his head in the direction he had last seen the CMO. “Doc is right. . . . ” then no longer seeing the doctor, “was right over there. I don’t know where he got off to.”

OOC: Calling Dr. Doolittle or the CMO Schweitzer

Ricochet (CAG)

Seeing him glance around and hearing the Doc wasn’t in the room, she smiled. “Guess I can leave, huh?” She laughed a bit more genuinely this time.

Xandra
Pilot


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