side - sim: An Unwanted Trip to Sickbay

Posted June 29, 2022, 1:10 a.m. by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) (Nicole Cline)

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: An Unwanted Trip to Sickbay

After Knight left, Rand stood there a moment looking both confused and concerned. Had she handled that situation wrong? The way Knight kept qualifying what he said told her that maybe she had. Was it just her memory messing up that had been wrong or something else? Her head was still too muddled for her to really figure that out, and trying to force her head to work only made her light headed and dizzy. So instead she decided to actually go into the gym and just walk around the outer edge. She was allowed to walk and this way she was in one place, right?

It was also common ship knowledge that an assassin had come after Roman and he’d been electrocuted in an attempt on his life. It was known and likely noticed that Roman had been off duty for a month, and still wasn’t back on bridge duty but was on other duty. It was the same reason Rand’s office had blown up, everyone knew they were engaged, so she had been a target too. The assassin had been caught recently. Roman was working on his exercises with the resistance band, switching to a thicker band, while he half listened to what Rand was saying. She was still having trouble translating, he knew that. He chose to keep working.

~ Roman

Rand stopped right inside the door watching the back and forth. Kovan was avoiding sickbay - normal. Roman was also avoiding sickbay - normal. Roman was doing more than he was supposed to - normal. Kovan threw Roman under the bus - normal. Roman and Kovan openly admitting they were in need of medical attention (granted to say the other was worse off, but still) - twilight zone. Kovan and Roman arguing over who was in more need of medical attention but with tones more reminiscent of loving siblings - Rand must have died or hit her head again. She was really confused and couldn’t make it make sense.

So she started walking, just focusing on walking and not trying to hard to make the puzzle pieces fit. Moving felt good, to get air in her lungs and stretch from where she’d been in bed for so long. It was meditative and she made several laps around the gym before she started to jog, slowly at first, but then she just kind of fell into the rhythm. Her head didn’t really like it though.


Roman had given up the resistance bands and was instead doing calisthenic exercises: push-ups, sit-ups, lunges and the like. At a break in between, he watched the rest of the gym for a moment. He noticed Rand, on her normal route around the edge of the gym… jogging. Not walking. She was certainly not supposed to be doing that, and when it came to health Roman was the king of double standards. So, he stood up and moved to intercept her on her path. “Miranda, what exactly are you doing? You’re allowed to walk not jog.” He said as he headed toward her.

~ Roman

Now Rand tensed to meditate, sort of, when she ran. Just the rhythm, the movement, and the breath. She has not intended to come to the gym to run, it just sort of happened out of habit. Running was relaxing and soothing for her. Her head did not agree at the moment and her body was in agreement with her head. She felt sluggish and slow and was working on finding her rhythm. And she blinked, a lot, the jarring making the edge of her vision black. Which in turn made her off balance and her coordination off and she was going to trip, almost had. If she considered her difficulty she would have stopped but she was determined to find her rhythm and balance.

So when Roman called out her full name, it got her attention (because only he or Randy did that) buuuuut it startled her and she quite literally tripped over her own feet when she stopped concentrating and looked up. “Huh? Wha....?” and fell.


Roman was already nearly to her when she fell and he let out an audible gasp as he watched her go down. Within a short minute he was next to her, and then bending down by her… and then scooping her up, and then she was in his arms against his chest like when she broke her ankle. “You’re not supposed to be jogging, you’re not ready for that kind of excercise… and if you hit your head when you fell that’s dangerous with you still having head symptoms.” He looked really worried, looking down at her face while he held her. “I should take you to sickbay, just to be sure.”

~ Roman

Rand landed on her knees and her palms, jarring herself hard, making her vision go black. The jarring made her elbows give out and she ended up curled against the wall.
Her head hurt. Being lifted suddenly made her head swim, and she squeezed her eyes shut against it. She blinked a couple of times; her eyes were more dilated than they should be in the bright light but at least they were a matched pair. “Duilich. (Sorry.)” Then she closed her eyes and rested against his shoulder. She didn’t argue about him not being allowed to lift over 10 lbs or that he was carrying her. Until he mentioned sickbay. “Chan eil mi airson a dhol gu sickbay. Tha iad dìreach gam leigeil a-mach. (I don’t want to go to sickbay. They just let me out.)”

Then she was moving, but she wasn’t walking....”Ròmanach, cuir sìos mi. (Roman, put me down.)”


She’d made it worse, Roman knew she had, and he didn’t want to make her go, but Elbbirt’s warning after his own concussion rang in his ears: A second fall when you already have a head injury could have deadly consequences. He needed to be sure she would be okay. “Should have thought about that before you fell.” He replied to her comment about just letting her out of sickbay. “I’m not putting you down so you can fall again. Especially not when it sounds like you’ve reverted back to Gaelic again.” She was considerably over ten pounds and his body was protesting, but he could rest when he got her to sickbay, he rationed, her being okay was more important.

~ Roman

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