Posted Nov. 12, 2022, 6:54 p.m. by Civilian Molly Holloway (CEO - Holloway Industries) (Joana Ribeiro)
Posted by Jerome Davis in [Attack at City Center] USS Thresher: Sickbay
Posted by Civilian Molly Holloway (CEO - Holloway Industries) in [Attack at City Center] USS Thresher: Sickbay
Posted by Jerome Davis in [Attack at City Center] USS Thresher: Sickbay
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When Molly’s eyes adjusted to her surroundings, she found herself standing on the Thresher’s Sickbay. Ryan’s arms still supporting her.“Where’s Newton?”
“Gone.”
“Where to? We need to get her!” Molly’s tone was almost panicked.
“No, Molly.” Ryan said, more quietly than Molly was used to hear. “You don’t get it. She’s gone. Forever.”
“Then why are we here?”
“You need to have your hand fixed.”
“Hand? What–” Molly never finished her sentence, as when she looked at her hands she was not expecting what she saw. Her right hand was covered in dark crimson blood, her knuckles held open wounds, and her fingers… And then she felt it. The sharp pain when she tried to move them. Broken. Somehow, her hand was broken in multiple places and she couldn’t move it.
With a gasp, she hugged her wrist, trying her best to keep a neutral expression.
“What happened?” The words left her lips hastily under a shaky breath.
Molly Holloway, CEO Holloway Heavy Industries (and Ryan York, with permission)
Before Ryan could respond, a grim-faced SFI Nurse gave Molly a Hypo before gently taking her bloodied and broken hand, carefully placing it in the stabilizing field… the Thresher’s CMO hurried over, taking a sharp breath as he looked past Molly to Ryan. “What in god’s name did she do Ryan?!” The older doctor growled at York before his eyes snapped back down at the X-Ray. “Nearly half the bones in her hand are either broken or shattered!”
The more things happened around her, the less Molly seemed to understand. Now that the adrenaline was finally subsiding, she felt incredibly tired and emotionally drained. Her mind, however, was still very much in overdrive, replaying the events of what had happened just a few minutes before, trying to remember. And yet, it all came back empty.
It didn’t take long for the pain to subside, as the contents of the hypo made their way through her bloodstream. Uncharacteristically apathetic, Molly allowed both nurse and doctor to inspect her hand.
Pausing, he looked up at Molly, a rather sad look on his age lined face. “Captain Holloway, I am Captain Aaron Wilkes, Chief Medical Officer of the Thresher. I’m going to do everything I can to patch you up and get you home, but I need to speak with Colonel York for a moment.” With that, Wilkes & York stepped a few feet away and spoke in hushed tones… Wilkes clearly agitated.
Molly nodded. Her mind still on the planet with Newton.
“I…” Wilkes gasped as he shook his head slightly. “… I don’t know if we can fix this here Colonel. I…” He paused as he looked at the PaDD in his hand. “… I just don’t know! The amount of damage is extensive… like she…” Suddenly, his eyes flew open… color draining, he looked first at Molly with an obvious shiver and then to York. “I have other DNA in her wounds. Ryan… did she do… that?!” Wilkes raised a trembling hand to the blood stained sheet-covered body on a nearby Bio-Bed.
The words were spoken loud enough that they had been impossible for Molly to miss. Glancing in the direction of the biobed the doctor had indicated she saw it for the first time. Was that Newton? Was that why Ryan had told her that she was gone forever? Was she… dead?
York looked to Molly then back at Wilkes. “Yes… things got…” He sighed. “… out of hand. Understand, that monster has basically been hunting her family for years. Newton had a Black Order on her… she was never to leave that room alive. She… she just wasn’t supposed to go like that.” Ryan ran a hand through his hair, his eyes tired. “Aaron, I need you to patch her up so we can go. Our mission is complete.... but she can’t go back like this.”
Wilkes looked to Molly and nodded slowly. Glancing back at Ryan the CMO said flatly. “If I can put her under, we can work faster. Is that acceptable?” Ryan nodded slowly with a sigh. “Not really a choice.” Walking back to Molly, Ryan spoke softly. “Molly… the Doc is gonna need to sedate you for a bit. You really messed up your hand Babe. It’ll be faster and less stressful for you to be under while they work. Is…” He smiled slightly. “… is that OK?”
York & Wilkes, SFI
“What!?” Molly’s tone was harsher than she had intended for it to be. “Can’t it just be regenerated?” For a moment, Holloway thought of her uncle and at the prosthetic bones he had to have inserted. “It’s just a broken hand… nothing more… I just…” She just needed to get up and check who was that under that sheet, but she didn’t say it. “I have to go back. There’s still much to be done on planet… on the place Newton was at… Who knows how much we can find about the Syndicate to bring them down once and for all? I can have someone at Sacred Heart look at it… If you just give me something for the pain…”
Wilkes’ voice was flat and factual, not really cold but with absolutely no wiggle room. “Captain… with all due respects, there’s no way in hell you’re going anywhere in the next couple of hours. I have work to do on that hand. Colonel York was nice enough to ask…” He looked Molly dead in the eye. “… I, however, do not have such luxury. You will stay in this Sickbay until I am confident that the repairs to your hand are sufficient to prevent what happened to be directly linked back to this ship or her crew.” He was cold in his tone but much more clear than many doctors Molly had known.
For a moment, Molly looked hurt. So that was the issue. They didn’t want the possibility to her being traced back to them. And who would even connect the dots anyway? Who would examine her hand and match to, supposedly, Newton? The questions kept piling up, but she didn’t say anything else.
There was a pleading air on her face. “And why is no one telling me what happened?”
Molly Holloway, CEO Holloway Heavy Industries
“Molly… Red…” York began. “… you, uh, kinda lost it down there Babe.” His voice was soft, his eyes filled with pain. “… I… I should have never let you in that room. This…” Ryan’s voice cracked. “… this is all my fault. It happened… you moved… so fast…” Ryan looked down, took a breath, and when he looked back at Molly… he had tears in his eyes. “By the time we were… we were able to pull you off Newton, she was dead.” York took another deep breath then added. “I put you… skilled as you are… in a situation that resulted in the death of our target. That’s on me. I’m… I’m so sorry Molly.”
York/Wilkes, SFI
Sorry? Why was he sorry? Shouldn’t he be happy that she was gone? Still, slowly the gears turned in Molly’s mind and she started putting the pieces together. The terrified stares of the Section 31 operatives… her hand… the blood on her and her clothes… did she… with her own bare hands…? Was that even possible…?
Horrified, Molly found herself staring at her broken fingers in disbelief. It couldn’t be. She wasn’t capable of such a thing. She just wasn’t… was she?
For the first time in her life, Molly felt terrified, not of others, but of herself. Was this who she was? Was this why Intel had wanted her to begin with? For her destructive potential? Was this the weapon that her uncle claimed Intel had turned her in?
Her breathing was coming in short, ragged breaths as what she had been told dawned on her, and she tried her best to calm herself down.
“It’s not your fault Ryan…” Molly shook her head, her eyes never meeting his, ashamed. “I… I should have been more transparent from the beginning… but I had no intention of letting her leave. I just… I was not planning on it happening the way you’re saying it did… I don’t know… I don’t know what came over me… I don’t remember… it’s as if I was not there. I’m…” Her voice trembled. “I’m the one that should be sorry. Just… Fix my hand and… am I going to be arrested? I don’t want anyone else to be in danger…”
Molly Holloway, CEO Holloway Heavy Industries
York looked almost as though Molly had slapped him. Looking her in the eyes for a moment, he shook his head slowly and sighed. “You won’t be arrested… hell, when we’re done here… only the people in that room, Wilkes… and Bridgett, his nurse… will be the only people in the universe, outside the Director of Section 31, will even know you were there. Criminally, you’re in the clear. After an autopsy, which will be classified at the highest level, Newton will be reduced to base elements and buried in space. You responded how any of us would… to a woman that hunted your family for years.”
“Many might respond the same way, Ryan…” Molly sighed. The hurt was clear in her expression. “… but somehow I doubt that many would attain the same results.” She felt sick and disgusted, wanting to leave her own body behind, and the fact that that was an impossibility made it worse. All she could do was finding a way to live with it.
Gently, Ryan took Molly’s other hand. “You’re not a monster, Red. You’re not.” His tone was soft, careful. “I’m sorry that you went through this, but what’s done is done. Let it be Babe.”
York, SFI
For the first time since they had arrived on the Thresher, Molly’s gaze met Ryan’s. She knew that he was trying his best to comfort her, but she wondered if that would ever be possible. Silently, she squeezed his hand with her left hand. There was nothing left for her to say.
“Alright…” Molly finally said getting up from her seat. “Let’s get this over with. Doctor Wilkes, what biobed do you want me on?”
Molly Holloway, CEO Holloway Heavy Industries
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