Posted Sept. 9, 2022, 12:10 a.m. by Lieutenant Commander Markus Woods (Chief Star Fleet Science Officer) (Sam Haynes)
Posted by Lieutenant Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Unforeseen Developments
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Markus Woods (Chief Star Fleet Science Officer) in Unforeseen Developments
Posted by Lieutenant Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Unforeseen Developments
Sharah leaned back against the outside wall of the hospital entrance. The physical silence was deafening. The mental silence was shocking and disorienting and she recognized immediately that something was wrong. She was not okay. She smiled at the man and his daughter, probably looking relieved that the protesters were gone. Markus she reached for him and nothing. Ilena? Nothing....Mark fumbled the tablet he was reading at the sudden, loud contact from Sharah. Her distress was clear. Setting the device on his desk he reached out for her. she was … there, but the contact was suddenly much diminished. Almost gone. His heart began to pound in his chest.
Fayth shook her head and it made her vision swim. She pushed away from the wall and before everything went black she had the realization that no one had answered her mental call and she could hear nothing.
Ilena rushed out the door and caught her before her legs completely gave out. “Help me get her inside?”
Inside the doors Ilena grabbed a chair and eased Fayth into it.
=/\=Lt Rox to Lt Cmdr Woods. You need to come to the hospital, Sir.=/\=
The distress in Ilena’s tone only poured ice into his gut. =^=On my way.=^= He’d only met Ilena once, briefly during a tour of the hospital, but it was enough. Betazoids and other telepaths always stuck out to him.
Someone was with her. That was good at least, and he at least trusted Ilena a little. Whatever was going on, he had a feeling now that it related to Sharah’s abilities. Grabbing a different PaDD, one he kept secured and locked, he stuffed into his pocket and headed for the exit.
Several moments later, Fayth was in a private room. Dr Elbbirt running complete scans on her. No one really sure, yet, why she’d fainted or how long she was going to be out. Some of her readings were unusual for her and others not. Sharah was unique though and there was no way to know if her symptoms applied to the usual suspects. All Elbbirt did know for sure was her BP had dropped dangerously now, but no idea why.
Fayth
Mark made his way down the corridor at a trot. Best he could do for hurrying in a socially-appropriate fashion. Drawing up short outside Sharah’s room, he scanned for any of her attending physicians.
Woods, CSO
There were two doctors in the room with her and Ilena. The one facing Markus saw movement and looked up at him and spoke to the nurse. Ilena turned around, recognizing him and waved for him to come in.
“She’s been working non-stop for days, and the heightened security and now a protest certainly is lowering the work load. Her blood pressure dropped, probably hasn’t eaten enough. We’ve all done it.” A male Bolian said.
A woman, Vulcan, “Perhaps, but her blood sugar levels and hydration indicate she has ingested sufficient calories. It is her brain scans that concern me. A woman with her condition should never have psilosynine levels that low. Typical Betazoids are not that low. If you would examine her medical history you would see this has never happened. Betazoids with her condition always produce excessive amounts. You must consider the possibility that this is…” the Vulcan doctor paused and looked at Woods. “You are Markus Woods? Her next of kin?”
He nodded. “Affirmative.” The ‘next of kin’ gave him pause. They weren’t married, they weren’t related. So technically the term didn’t apply. She had family. But they were worlds away and it would take weeks if not months to get to the colony. But he was her emergency contact. And the closest thing she had to a real connection on the planet.
The male Bolian held out his hand. “Dr. Eraras. Forgive Dr. C’tain. She tends to see the worst.” The Vulcan raised a brow. “You are the best orthopedic surgeon we have, but I am the neurologist.”
Mark stepped forward and took hold of his hand, strong grip, firm and quick shake. “Lieutenant Commander Woods, or Doctor Woods if you prefer.” Most of the time in Starfleet his rank was in use, but he’d done the time for his degree too.
“Yes but I really think we should talk to someone familiar with Betazoid telepathy,” Ilena injected. Being Betazoid she knew quite a bit, but she wasn’t an expert.
“That’s not a bad idea,” Mark interjected but gentle-like. “However, I don’t think we’re quite there yet.” Turning to the others he spared a glance at Sharah.
Sharah was out cold, but Markus had seen her like that once before. Passed out after her blood pressure dropped, in his quarters one night. Her presence was faint, like she was far away, but clearly recognizable.
Fayth
Then he turned his focus on the readouts from the biobed. “May I?” He gestured to the readouts. Reaching into his pocket he fished out the PaDD. “While I don’t have my medical degree… yet.” The pause was deliberate. “I’ve been pouring over Doctor Fayth’s information she has over her condition. Everything from all her scans and biometrics to historical anecdotes.” He glanced between them. “I’m not sure how much she’s told y’all about me, but I’m something of a ‘special case’ myself in these areas.”
“This is not the first time she’s exhibited with symptoms like this. One night in my quarters. Although the circumstances were different.” He flipped through a few screens, then swiped some data from his PaDD to the display above the bed. Her baseline readings, and what they could reconstruct from around that time. “Oh, I see.”
He chewed his lower lip for a moment. For Ilena she could feel the apprehension, and that he was thinking but not exactly what. Considering carefully. Arms crossed over his chest, but scratching his lower lip with his right thumbnail. Finally, he seemed to think better of it. “She came out of it in a little while. It wasn’t anything life-threatening, but much akin to being in constant pain and then suddenly getting a great deal of relief. Has anyone tried to actually make contact with her in there?”
Woods
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