Posted June 17, 2022, 10:31 p.m. by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in Side sim: Matters of the Heart
Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Side sim: Matters of the Heart
Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in Side sim: Matters of the Heart
Posted by… suppressed (2) by the Post Ghost! 👻(snip)
Roman had… probably more tea than he should that day, since he’d been free to roam the ship he could get his own tea. He had a cup with him now, following Morgan’s suit in sucking it down like it was going out of style. It worried Roman that Rand was still too confused to know what was going on. She didn’t seem to remember the threat at all, and she seemed to barely remember that he’d been hurt. On one hand, he was glad she wasn’t worrying about those things, and on the other, it meant she really wasn’t in good shape. When Randy interrupted him, Roman looked up like he was going to argue, but softened when he heard what Randy had to say. “I’ll be there.” Then he was back nose-in-PaDD on whatever he was doing.~ Roman
Rand slept until after Roman left. Grat was pleased with his progress and how his heart was doing. He wasn’t on the lowest dose but his dosage was significantly lower. He was pleased to let Cmdr Alden return to duty. It was light study, nothing physically taxing, but he wasn’t overly concerned with that, Alden wasn’t going to be crawling around the engine or doing combat training, and the no bridge duty was still in effect. So that day was Roman’s first back on full duty.
She was cooperative and silent during her regenerator session. Her skin was itching and dry and tender when Temple put the gel on. The gel was soothing but the touch was painful. Temple kept up a constant chatter. Rand was still having trouble translating in her head other than simple words like “yes” and “no,” so she stayed silent. Simply smiling or shaking her head as she was expected to do. She ate when they brought her food, but she was still on the infusion unit. Her intake wasn’t enough to keep her hydrated sufficiently. Not for a lack of trying, but her stomach simply didn’t want anything too substantial.
Randy put on an audio book for her, to relieve the quiet. At lunch she was supposed to get up and walk, she was both eager to get up and exhausted by the thought. Moving too much made her dizzy and faint. Roman didn’t show up on time and Randy was going to page him. Rand refused, “Bidh e ag obair tro lòn. Fàg e, tha e air bhioran a dhol air ais a dh’obair. (He will work through lunch. Leave him be, he’s excited to go back to work.)” How she knew he was on leave from duty and just returning, she didn’t know. She was absolutely convinced he’d been hurt though she didn’t remember how. Randy offered to get her lunch first, but she said she’d rather eat after since her stomach always got upset.
It took long minutes just to get her sitting up and her feet touching the floor. She stood and immediately Randy had her by the waist as her vision went black and the world flashed away. Rand wanted to go back to bed, but they insisted she try to walk the length of the room and back.
Rand
Roman was back on full duty, but he spent most of the morning on the investigation, bringing his PaDD with him to try and catch up on paperwork on the go. Climbing around engines or practicing combat he may not be but he certainly knew how to wear himself out regardless, running back and forth to different parts of the ship, and then heading to the lab and taking care of his animals.
He didn’t realize what time it was until he was already late. Why didn’t Randy page him?! Randy should’ve paged him. He finished what he was doing, helping with a project in a lab on another deck, and rushed to Sickbay. Rand was already standing, Randy’s arm around her to keep her up, by the time Roman got there, winded and tired. “You should’ve paged me. I was supposed to be here…” He said in between breaths as he tried to catch his breath. “How is she doing?”
~ Roman
Randy met his gaze and shrugged a bit trying not to jostle Rand too much where she was leaning on him heavily. “She said to leave you alone it was your first day back on duty. When I tried to insist she got really worked up,” the way he said it made Roman think she almost had a panic attack. “She said if I paged you, you’d think something was wrong with her and get upset and we could not upset you.” She was obviously remembering some things.
Roman stepped over to them and put a hand on her shoulder. “Miranda, I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about me or upsetting me. There’s nothing wrong, okay?” Now he was trying to hide how out of breath he felt, so she’d believe him and stop worrying so much. The last thing she needed was a panic attack. “I want to be here for you. I lose track of time when I work, that’s why I asked Randy to page me.”
Rand lifted her head to look at him and regretted it. She knew that tone. The one where he was either ignoring his health because he was avoiding the truth, or he was trying to keep her calm. She couldn’t figure out which it was though. “Breugaire. (Liar.)” There was a tinge of affection amongst the heavy slurred word.
Roman smiled faintly, a hint of his Robin hood look tainted with worry for her. “Grat and Elbbirt would be harassing me out of duty if I were hurt, wouldn’t they? I’m working, full duty. Not even light. I’m really okay.” If he could convince her, then maybe she’d stop telling Randy not to page him and he could hunt down the attacker and make it to anything important for her.
Randy raised an eyebrow and glared at him for dragging him into the half truth. It was tempered heavily by worry for Rand and that after Roman found out about the nausea meds, Randy felt he owed him, so he didn’t say anything. Rand sighed slightly. “Okay,” it came out in standard without the now expected hesitation, though it was still slurred.
Randy looked down at her head that was resting on his shoulder and shook his head, “She can’t even stand up on her own. Her vitals are pretty stable, but she keeps getting dizzy, and she blacked out when she first got up.” Rand understood what they were saying but her stomach didn’t like how much she was moving around or the extreme vertigo she was having, so she stayed quiet. They were standing still for the moment so she risked opening her eyes to look at him.
Rand
Roman nodded with a little sigh. He wished it were easier for her. He got on the other side of her than Randy, “If you need more help, I’m right here.”
~ Roman
Rand’s other hand reached out, bunching in his shirt, an extra anchor. “Leabaidh (bed)?” She didn’t want to walk anymore. She had been excited to get up and do something, but now she was tired.
Randy tightened his hold around her waist and got her moving again. “Chan eil fhathast. Feumaidh tu gluasad dìreach beagan. Dùisg do bhodhaig gus an dùisg d’ inntinn cuideachd. (Not yet. You need to move just a little. Wake your body up so your mind will wake up too.)” Rand made a noise between a moan and a whimper. Her legs were strong enough, but her head didn’t get the message. She swayed heavily back towards Roman, and Randy helped him steady her. “Keep her walking, to the other end of the room and back. It’s not too far.” Randy let go and move a chair and the nurses cart that was in the way. Then he made quick work of putting clean sheets on the bed.
Rand went with Roman to the end of the room, but turning around, she refused to keep walking. “Chan eil (no).” She thought she might be sick if she didn’t faint first.
Rand
Roman had taken over supporting her. He switched to Gaelic, finally, and said, “Come on, you have to. It’s only a little further. Remember all that physical therapy I did that I didn’t want to do?”
~ Roman
Rand wouldn’t move. She knew she needed to do it,but she didn’t think she could. She was still speaking Gaelic, but it was becoming slurred, hard to understand. “My head…” Her vision went black and there was a roaring in her ears her knees buckled and the pain in her head felt like a hot knife.
Randy, hearing the slurred words and her complaint grabbed his tricorder. He reached them just as Rand began to crumple.
He helped catch her on the other side. “We need to get her back in bed.” She was totally limp held up only by their support.
Rand
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