Posted May 1, 2023, 10:05 p.m. by Captain Rende Asam (Commanding Officer) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Ensign Kovan ch’Sirhc (Engineering & Communications Officer) in Side Sim: The Distress Signal (Sickbay) TAG Alden & GM
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Charlie Bailey (Chief Medical Officer) in Side Sim: The Distress Signal (Sickbay) TAG Alden & GM
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Charlie Bailey (Chief Medical Officer) in Side Sim: The Distress Signal (Sickbay) TAG Alden & GM
Posted by… suppressed (2) by the Post Ghost! 👻
=/\= Lieutenant Bailey, I want a report on our new guest’s condition as soon as you have one. =/\=~ Cmdr Alden, XO/CSO
=^= Aye sir, we’re moving her to sickbay now, I’ll update you once she’s been triaged. =^= Charlie replied as they hurried towards sickbay.
=^= Commander Alden, do we have any information about what happened to her? =^= Charlie asked as they entered sickbay and headed straight for triage. NE Handy & Nurse Matron deftly moved the casualty onto a bed as Charlie said a quick prayer that their equipment would be able to read her physiology. She quickly set off a full scan to get as much information as she could.
Lt (jg) Bailey (CMO)
The woman continued to pant and groan as the medical staff lifted her from the stretcher and onto the triage bed. Her raven black hair, despite her seemingly fragile condition, fell over her shoulders and the sides of the bed in luscious curly waves. NE Handy and Nurse Matron couldn’t help but pause and admire the seductive flow of hair over honey-gold skin. The black locks like shadows dancing in candlelight.
Nurse Matron looked across at Handy whose gaze was lingering a bit too long on the young woman. “Do I need to put you on report again Ensign?” She asked in a hushed tone. Shaking his head nervously, NE Handy went bright red and quickly turned his attention to the readouts instead.
“Wh-where?” The woman gasped, eyes opened to thin slits. On the medical console screen, the full scan began to produce results conflicting with all visual examinations. The scan said she possessed blood and sweat but not a single drop of either could be seen on her. Body temperature was slightly lower than that of an average human but anyone who touched her felt feverish-warm skin. When the scan completed the results were strikingly similar to a normal human in critical condition with a weak heart-beat and on the edge of fatal blood-loss.
Abigail
Charlie quickly put a hand on the woman’s shoulder to stop her getting up. “Sssh, it’s alright, you’re on board the star fleet vessel Sentinel and we’re going to take care of you, please try to relax.” She said as she turned her attention to the readings.
Turning away from the patient so as not to cause undue stress she beckoned NE Handy. “I don’t like the look of those vitals, get a sample of her blood immediately and get it to the lab for urgent analysis. She needs a transfusion but we can’t risk giving her what we’ve got on tap without knowing more about her physiology. Handy nodded and quickly grabbed the equipment to get a sample.
Charlie smiled again at the young woman. “We just need to take a sample of your blood so we can help you. Can you tell us your name? Can you remember what happened?” She asked urgently. Normally she preferred to spend more time building a rapport with a patient but given the odd readings, Charlie couldn’t take that risk.
Lt (jg) Bailey (CMO)
“A star. . . fleet? Vessel?” The woman tried to resist the hand keeping her in place. She opened her eyes, flinching at the brightness of the sickbay. After a moment, they opened again, prepared for the overhead lights. Her eyes. . . they were mesmerizing. Vivid forest green swirled with honey yellow and so impossibly captivating. The kind of eyes that made you forget about everything except this beautiful woman.
She considered the questions but said, “Please, some water? Could I have some water?”
Abigail - ooc: A reminder that all non player characters are automatically taken by the alien’s captivating powers c: Player characters may resist or also succumb to her allure ~
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