Posted June 10, 2019, 9:40 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Nathaniel Harrison (Chief Medical Officer) (Andrew Robinson)
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Taking a deep breath she focused all her attention on her superior officer. “Sir no one right now is more motivated than me to figure this out so tell me what you want me to do and where. I will run any sample, treat any patient, or go anywhere you want me to. I just need an order to do something to actively fix this problem. Give me something to do to help you fix this,” Daye said fixing a level gaze at him. Natasha had worked blazingly angry at times over the years. Most of the time it was after a conversation with Dante that had gone south and then Dante claimed they needed him on the bridge. Right now Natasha would do the million things she had overtime to try and calm down until the CMO found a way to save them.
Lt. Natasha Daye medical
“Put. On. The. Inhibitor. Doctor. If you aren’t calm or rational, you’re no use to me. If you’re going to put it on, do as I’ve asked and contact the Bridge; if you aren’t, return to your quarters.”
Harrison (CMO)
“Then I will return to my quarters, Sir,” Daye said with a slight nod and exited the sick bay.
Lt. Natasha Daye medical
A groan came from the biobed where the unconscious NE Security officer had lain and his head began to move side to side as he started to come around. “Where am I?” He asked groggily.
GM Nosferatu
He shrugged off what little irritation was able to make its way past the inhibitor, sighing audibly before turning back to the biobed as he heard the man groan. He gestured for Nurse Longstreet to join him, having little doubt that her bulk would be more than sufficient to overwhelm him should things go south again. He mustered the best bedside manner he could under the circumstances, producing a slightly forced “You’re in SIckbay, Ensign. You had a bit of a turn. How do you feel?”
Harrison (CMO)
“Like I have been on a bender.” The officer said as a hand went to his head finding the neural inhibitor.”What?” He said in confusion.
NE Security
GM Nosferatu
He gently took the mans hand and removed it from the inhibitor “You have some neurochemical imbalances at the moment, Ensign, I had to use a corticol inhibitor to calm things down a little. I’m still tracking down the cause, but in the meantime, you’ll do fine. You just lay back and relax, you’re in good hands.”
From the Bridge, the 2nd officer’s voice cam over the comm. =^=All ships station and departments, status report.=^=
Colter (CIO)
The call came as a reminder that he’d asked Daye to coordinate with the Bridge, right before the disaster that had sent her to her quarters. He took a frustrated breath and tapped his commbadge =^= Sickbay here. We have a large number of crew experiencing violent aggressive episodes. I’ve checked the environmental systems and there are no contaminants in the air, no biological agents present in the body and no infection. We are currently coordinating with Science to get a read on external factors that may be influencing us. Corticol inhibitors are currently holding the symptoms at bay in some patients and my staff, but we don’t have the resources to replicate one for the entire crew. Once we have a cause pinned down, I can come up with a proper treatment protocol. Other than whatever has the ship shaking like a Bolian shrew in heat, are there any unusual external environmental factors we’ve detected? Energy? Radiation? Telepathic fields? =^=
Harrison (CMO)
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