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Governor's Home - TMODJ (PRISM)

Posted Nov. 27, 2023, 2:39 p.m. by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) (Lindsay B)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Governor’s Home - TMODJ (PRISM)

Posted by Captain Eela Dasca (Lt. Governor) in Governor’s Home - TMODJ (PRISM)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Governor’s Home - TMODJ (PRISM)
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Kenzo nodded once. “She will. As the Senior Star Fleet Medical Officer here, she will have e been briefed, I’m sure. Do what you need to do for Ms. Dasca. We can deal with ramifications later.”

Kenzo

Caridee nodded and took a steadying breath. “Alright, let’s see what we come up with.” With a nod of her head, she stepped back over to where she had beamed in and waited for Sharah.

~Caridee & Eela

Sharah had never been to Hyrushi’s home. She had seen the governatorial estate, but when she arrived at this building she knew she was not there. She was not the least surprised that he had a private residence. She had not spoken to him in some time. She worried how both he and Eela were doing. He would have much more on his plate without Eela by his side.

She passed through the check points and was escorted up to the top floor and then let in to the apartment.

Fayth, SFCMO

Caridee was waiting for her and gave a grateful, if weary, smile. “Thank you coming, Doctor Fayth.” She waved the PADD in her hand. “My mother is in the living room resting and the Governor has been staying with her. Unless she’s sleeping, for the time being I’m asking someone to stay with her at all times, just so we don’t miss anything. And time is of the essence, so I hope you don’t mind but I’m going to give you the whole picture as far as I know and then we can go from there. I’m assuming you have access to her most recent scans before this, so we can use that as a benchmark, because I know things have changed a lot since her rehab after her accident when I last saw anything.”

Fayth nodded, “Yes I have them here.” She held up a PaDD, “I accessed them and downloaded them before I came.”

She handed over the PADD, which was showing a continual readout from a cortical monitor. There was also the results from the scan Caridee did before she placed the cortical monitor. Currently Eela was showing the following:

  • lower heart rate

  • slightly low blood pressure

  • a complete inactivity of Eela’s paracortex- not even a background awareness

  • a slight shrinking of the amygdala.

  • imbalance of the following neurotransmitters from Eela’s baseline:

  • -glutamate: 120%
    -GABA: 70%
    -dopamine: 75%
    -serotonin: 60%
    -psilosynine: 150% (these levels usually spike during touch-telepathy)
    -oxytocin: 130%
    -cortisol levels: 50% (due to corresponding lack of production in her adrenal glands)

    Caridee gave her a moment to look everything over before she continued. “Based on her neurotransmitter levels, the lack of paracortical activity and the emotionless affect, it does tend to suggest what is known on Halii as Kuskaaritz Syndrome. She’s also having non-dangerous absence seizures, which also tracks, but I’ve only witnessed one so far. The cortical monitor will tell us when there are more and then we can gauge their frequency.”

    ~Caridee

    Sharah nodded slowly to herself as she read. She wasn’t a neurologist, but she knew enough about the body and neurotransmitters. “I’d like to talk to her.” The first rule was to find out what had happened recently from the patient or those with them. “You said in your call that this is usually precipitated by physical damage?”

    Fayth, SFCMO

    Caridee nodded. “Yes, generally. Usually there’s some sort of obvious trigger event that causes trauma to the paracortex. It can be from a physical injury or, though I’ve never seen a case myself, possibly a psychic attack. The condition is quite rare though. Less than 1% of neurological conditions. I don’t want to rule out emotional shock playing a role given how close my mother and Dash were, but it’s unlikely to be just that. Not enough to throw her whole nervous system into this state, and I should mention that the risk here is about time. The longer she stays this way, the harder it is to treat and reverse.”

    She gestured to the living room. “Come on, she’s in here.”

    In the living room, Eela was lying on her side on the large couch, buried under a weighted blanket. Her eyes were closed, her breathing seemed even, though not deep.

    “Doctor Fayth is here,” Caridee said softly, not wanting to wake her mother if she had indeed fallen asleep. She did note that the suufa was no longer on the table and that made her smile to herself.

    Eela gave a little nod and opened her eyes promptly. She had not slept yet. Her haze eyes took in the approaching form of Sharah and for the moment she said nothing.

    ~Caridee & Eela

    Sharah took in Eela under the blanket, she didn’t look herself. Not even when Cory had come and she was suffering did she look this bad. She smiled a greeting at Kenzo but went straight to Eela. The diminutive doctor sat on the floor in front of her so they were eye level to each other. “Hello Eela. I hear you aren’t feeling like yourself. Will you tell me about it?” Sharah didn’t offer to take her hand. If Eela was feeling nothing, that would be more disconcerting to reinforce that, and Sharah was wearing the headband, so Eela wouldn’t get anything anyway.

    Fayth, SFCMO

    She pulled air into her lungs and all but sighed it out. Words. She could describe the what it was like to not feel anything but there was something more that was hard to express. “When Ren Mathis called me this morning looking for Dash so he could help the Ambassador, I could think through the logical steps that would follow. The practical nature of the issue. It wasn’t until later, well after Ren called me back and told me he was dead that I realized I wasn’t picking up anything, let alone feeling anything. At that moment I wasn’t even acting practical either. I don’t who that person is, who this person is before you, but it doesn’t…” She gave a tiny shake of her head, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment. When she opened them again, their usual depth and light was still missing. “I can think to myself that this situation is terrible, tragic. But I can’t feel anything about it, Sharah. Maybe if I was Vulcan and able to suppress my emotions it would be out of the ordinary, but I’m not and I can’t, and it’s like I’ve slipped into some void where nothing is real and it’s all just playing out around me and I’m just watching.”

    ~Eela

    “Well given your neurotransmitter levels and your amygdala, I’m not surprised. I want you to think back. Were you feeling, sensing everything normally at the Gala the night before last?” Sharah needed to recreate the twenty-four hours or so of what Eela had done and been through. She was showing signs of high unmanageable stress. The Gala with the Vren could certainly cause that, but so could the news of Dash’s death. The Gala, being the last real big event the last few days (that Sharah knew of) was a good place to start.

    Fayth, SFCMO

    She nodded. “The gala felt normal. I kept my mental shields up quite a bit and I wore gloves, not just because of the Vren, but also to avoid unwanted contact that I’d have to filter. It left me more aware of the details happening around me. It was a good night and I went home feeling optimistic. Yesterday was… lovely. Caridee and Kian met me downstairs in our building at the pool with Alais and we went swimming. I did a bit of work in the afternoon and then Dash came over for dinner. We had a… wonderful night. Something was bothering him though and he said he’d tell me today because he didn’t want to ruin our evening. We had made plans to have lunch. I’m not sure what else to say,” she said, and though she wasn’t projecting emotions, there was the slight hint that she was underselling some aspect of her recollection. Which part though, was hard to say.

    ~Eela


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