Posted by Ensign Sharah Fayth (Doctor) in Deck 4 Sickbay - Unexpected Guest

Posted by Civilian Shane Warwick (Unexpected Guest) in Deck 4 Sickbay - Unexpected Guest

Posted by Civilian Shane Warwick (Unexpected Guest) in Deck 4 Sickbay - Unexpected Guest
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“Well, someone’s coming to dinner, ready or not.” The Andorian punched a button and began prepping to scan for any contagions from inside the pod once it opened.

Scans from the pod, as well as from Zareth’s instruments, show no known contagions within the pod or on Mr. Warwick. Status lights are green.

Well… crap. Though to be honest Cassidy was eager from information and they couldn’t obtain that without the help of Mr. Warwick. She looked back at Ashlyn and gave a ‘be ready for anything’ look, though what they expected the cryogenic man to do immediately out of stasis she couldn’t really say.

Abrams, COS

Sharah was watching from outside the force field and wasn’t too thrilled that Dr. Zarath was in there alone, or in there at all. If there was surgical procedures to be done there was a whole other set of equipment he would need, and she began to gather them, placing them on the portable table as well. Sharah also grabbed a set of scrubs for herself. Surgery could be done solo, but it wasn’t wise, and she’d go in to help Zarath if he needed it.
En. Fayth, Doctor

“Doctor Fayth, once I’m satisfied there’s no threat of contagion, you may join me.” Zarath turned his eyes to Abrams quickly, trying to get a read from the Security Chief. he’d caught indicators from her that she knew this person and wasn’t thrilled to be seeing him again… “Chief, our guest will likely be too weak to be a physical threat, but if you have security concerns, now would be the time to address them…”

-Zarath, CMO

“Nah, he’s not been a threat in the past,” Cassidy said. “Can’t guarantee anything at the moment though. But I will give him the benefit of the doubt given he’s never been anything more than annoying to me.” She couldn’t help but smirk slightly.

Abrams

The Doctor nodded to Abrams, then shut off the field and waved Fayth back over.

Within the pod, Warwick started to stir. A few slow moves of his head; an eye twitch; flaring of a nostril. The stirrings a normal humanoid does when waking up from a deep sleep.
A few moments later, his eyes started to open. Open barely a milometer, he clamped his eyes shut almost as quick. His face was contorted in pain as his cracked and bleeding lips whispered “light… please…lights”

Shane Warwick

“Ah, a man after my own heart…” Zarath quipped. “Computer, lower light level fifty percent.”

Then he leaned down to watch the way Shane’s pupils reacted. “Try not to move too much, you’re safe here, no one will harm you. Can you tell me your name?”

-Zarath, CMO

Warwick tentatively cracked his eyes again, and not seeing the glare of the lights, he opened them slowly. He studied the Andorian closely. Did he know him? Was he a new interrogator. This Andorian said he was safe but that remained to be seen. ‘No one will harm you.’ he said. “Yeah, right!” his internal voice shouted.

Sharah walked over and took one look at his cracked and bleeding lips and turned back around. She came back very quickly with a Plasma Infusion unit. The man needed fluids, his body dehydrated. She set the unit up and passed it to Dr. Zarath to hook up to Mr. Warwick or whatever his name was. Sharah struggled to reign in her telepathy not wanting to pick up thoughts from anyone in the room that might distract her.
En. Fayth, Doctor

When Warwick saw Ensign Fayth enter his field of vision he instinctively flinched as he perceived her as a threat. The fact that she backed off as soon as she did, eased his anxiety someone. Now he knew he and the Andorian were not alone.
The Andorian had asked for his name. He didn’t know where he was or if he had been caught again. He could give them an alias. He had a few that could work if he needed them to. But…If he was caught, they already know who he is. If he survived the rescue,… well then using his real name might be the best option.
“Warwick.” he whispered, “My name is Shane Warwick”.
Jody

Zarath let his mental guard down enough that Fayth would catch his thoughts and understand he approved of her actions, but he didn’t instruct her further for the moment. She knew her business and he trusted her to assist him with Mr. Warwick’s condition. His attention remained on Warwick, and he smiled as non-threateningly as his rather dour visage would allow. “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Warwick. I’m Doctor Zarath, this is Doctor Fayth, and we’re happy to inform you that you’ve arrived aboard the Starfleet Vessel: USS Europa…”

Fayth nodded, and now that his guard was done Zarath could tell that she was projecting a sense of calm around the room. It was instinctual and subtle. It was part of what made her a good doctor. Anyone guarded wouldn’t be affected by it. She prepared several hypos for pain, oxygen deprivation, and any number of issues Mr. Warwick might be having. She laid them to the side, within reach of Zarath.

‘Starfleet? The Europa?’ Warwick’s brain began to quickly process his current situation with the limited information he had, ‘If the Andorian isn’t lying that means that the rescue was a success. Europa is Carlo’s ship. He must have called them.’

”…This is a plasma infusion, you’ll feel a slight sting. You’re badly dehydrated, Mr. Warwick.” With practiced hands, he injected the infusion and adjusted the settings for the fluids the man’s body would need. Then he began to run a dermal regenerator over the man’s cuts and abrasions.

Warwick flinched at the sting of the infuser as if receiving injections was a painful experience.

“Can you tell us how you came to be injured?”

-Zarath, CMO

‘Sure, he gives me a little treatment for my wounds and here come the questions.’ the voice in Warwick’s head began, ‘He’s an interrogator alright. But I’m supposedly on the Europa? I was on the Europa before. I need to prove where I am before I give this Andorian taskmaster any info.’

With labored breath, Warwick posed his own question. “If I’m on the Europa, where is Carlo? Carlo di Napoli?”

Jody

Fayth was going to offer to give him an anti-inflammatory for the pain, but Fayth had caught the flinch as the plasma infuser was inserted and his relief of when she stepped away. She didn’t want to agitate him, and from what little she knew of cryo stasis he was possibly disoriented already. She glanced at the Captain and Abbrams to see if they knew who Carlo di Napoli was.
En Fayth, Doctor

“Carlo isn’t on the ship anymore,” Cassidy said, stepping into Warwick’s line of sight. She smirked at their wayward find. She, of course, looked much the same if a bit older, and of course her uniform and color and rank had changed. “Shane Warwick… definitely not someone I ever expected to see again.” She gestured to Dvorak. “this is our Commanding officer, Captain Johann Dvorak.”

This room was getting crowded. Warwick was starting to feel a little claustrophobic, until Dvorak and Abbrams stepping into his focus. It took a moment or two, but he recognized both of them and that made him feel slightly better. Maybe this was the Europa after all. Maybe he was rescued. He gave a smile to Abbrams as he noticed her uniform. Security. ‘These people are smart using a pretty Security officer. Looking at her I could get distracted. I have to be tough. Don’t give them what they want, Shane’ Mustering some internal resolve he asked his question instead of answering theirs.

“Where is the Sarafina? The ship I was on. Can I talk to one of her crew?”

His attitude more than anything, told Fayth that Warwick was agitated and disoriented. Her quick mind taking in that information along with what the reports had told them, she came to the conclusion it would be best to attempt to answer his questions before his agitation made him unresponsive to Zarath’s treatments. She had no idea where the Sarafina was or who was there. And since she wasn’t a bridge officer she wouldn’t know anyway. But she WAS a doctor. “Is there someone on the Sarafina we should contact? Family or a friend you would want to make decisions for in your stead, or would be worried about your whereabouts and we should contact them?” Her voice was soft and calming, not really adding to the sense of calm she was unconsciously projecting.

Warwick’s eyes darted from person to person as his fear began to rise somewhat. Not one of the people in the room was answering his question. Something was wrong! But as his fears grew, he felt a calming presence near him. It was indirect, like a hand on his shoulder telling him things would be alright....and it smelled…almost like chocolate chip cookies?
In this state the Andorian Interrogator and his female assistant seemed to be busy actually helping him. The smile on the female Security officer seemed genuine, and she seemed to know him. Maybe he would recognize her soon as well, and they could catch up on old times. He was on Europa and he was out of harms way for the time being. The cookie smell was intoxicating, and it made him feel more at ease.

“Doctor,” he began, “I received most of my injuries while imprisoned by The Pharaoh.”
- Warwick

Zarath would notice Sharah look away briefly, but her movements still sure and practiced. She knew things like torture happened, but she’d never encountered it and the last thing she needed to do was allow her empathy to trap her into a cycle of sharing it with Warwick. She took the moment to reorder her mental shields accordingly. She glanced briefly at Trenton to make sure the news didn’t bother her, either. And then she turned back to Warwick tricorder in hand. “Are you having any trouble breathing Mr. Warwick?”
En Fayth, Doctor

Warwick turned to look at the raven haired Doctor as he took in her face. ‘Dark hair. Dark eyes. A man could get lost in those eyes. Focus Shane!’
“I am breathing well for now. I’m just tired.” he replied giving her his best crooked smile. “as for your other question. The Sarafina was the ship we escaped on.”
Warwick’s voice wavered as he completed his answer; “Carlo came to get me…It was Carlo’s ship… Carlo is my friend.”
- Warwick