Post by Captain_Quintus on Apr 4, 2016 7:01:15 GMT
Postby Jocelyn Nidari » Sun Oct 16, 2011 7:57 pm
"Reassuring Reassurances"
LtCdr Atton Jetrel & Doctor Jocelyn Nidari
The doors of sickbay loomed ahead, behind him, repair crews worked to widen the hole that Atton had just used to squeeze through. The moment of truth was at hand, and now he found himself hesitant to find out what was on the other side of the doors. Summoning up enough courage to take one step proved enough as the motion sensors and doors themselves still worked, sliding open for the Betazoid. Sickbay itself looked a hell of a lot better then the surrounding hallways, the extra sturdy construction holding true. Nervously he limped in on his cane, assessing the situation.
Sickbay was holding up as best it could given the circumstances. Though the power was out in that section, the backup power systems were still functional, making medical a haven in the chaos. There were injured everywhere and far more people crushed into the space than there were beds. Many had been trapped in rubble or caught in decompressed areas of the ship before the forcefields engaged. Medical personnel was everywhere, trying to stay sane against such overwhelming odds. Jocelyn was no where to be found.
Atton frowned, not seeing Jocelyn in the thick of it, where she'd be. There was way too many people to try and search her out telepathically either, that left him one option, try to wade through the sea of bodies. Not an easy take for an able bodied man, and to say Atton didn't drop his cane on a few sensitive feet would be a lie. Still, he had to find her, he had to. Five minutes of shifting about and he'd barely made it to the middle of the room. Finally frustrated to his breaking point, he simply started yelling.
"Jocelyn!! JOCELYN!!!!"
"What are you bellowing about?" A nurse caught Atton by the arm, looking worried. "Are you injured? Do you need medical assistance?" Others were also looking in Atton's direction, many of them glaring at the loud intrusion.
"Commander Nidari! Where is she?!" He didn't bother to make eye contact with the nurse as he continued to scan sickbay with his eyes.
"She's in surgery." The nurse pointed in the direction of the xenosurgical suite.
"What do you mean she's in surgery!? What happened!?" Rather then be rational and let the nurse explain, he stomped off towards surgery, pushing and shoving and causing a general ruckus. His desperate path was nearly cut short by a tall, burly nurse who looked like he wasn't going to take Atton's #$@*. A swift cane stomp to the foot took care of him however, and soon Atton was in the surgical suite, poking his head in each room, offending all over how a dirty looking security officer was violating the sterility of their operating table.
"Atton!" Jocelyn's voice rose above the noise of the intrusion. "Atton, what are you doing in here!?" In the suite dedicated to xenosurgery, Jocelyn stood over a male patient, gloved hands using the controls of her microsurgical unit that she was manipulating inside his abdomen. "Are you sterile!?"
Atton stood dumbfounded before Jocelyn and her harem of doctors and nurses, apparently unharmed. It took him a few seconds to open his mouth. "Of course not! Jocelyn it's only been like a month, that's way to early to-" He paused, suddenly grasping her meaning.
"Oh...uh..." He trailed off, looking awkwardly as everyone in the room stabbed at him with daggers in their eyes, then slowly back-stepped out of the room.
If Jocelyn had a free hand to smack herself in the head she would have. She shook her head and sighed. "Ramirez, take over for me. Finish up." Releasing the controls, the other doctor slid neatly into place and continued with the operation. Removing her gloves, she followed Atton out into the corridor and pulled the cap from her head. "Atton, what's going on? Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine" He regarded the few minor scrapes and cuts from dragging himself through the rubble. "I just, well, the fighter hit not far from sickbay and I had to well...uh...y'know...make sure you were okay." He muttered sheepishly.
"Oh." She was obviously used to him bursting in on her for ridiculous reasons. For him to have a legitimate one was somewhat surprising. She moved closer and placed her hands on either side of his face. "Atton, I'm fine. You are sweet for coming all this way to check on me. Are you sure you're okay? Do you need patching up?"
"No, I'm fine, honestly." He looked rather embarrassed. "I'm just glad you're okay. I didn't break your sterile field thing did I? He's like not going to...die? Is he?"
"No, he's fine. It was a minimally invasive procedure and you didn't enter far enough to break the field. We'll give him an extra dose of antibiotics to make sure." She placed her hands on his shoulders and glanced down, just realizing that he was carrying his cane. "Are you... not wearing your suit?"
"No..." He glanced down at the cane. "I came right from the bridge. Hmm... Julia's probably going to be pissed I just took off. Eh." He shrugged apathetically.
"Of all the times to not have your suit," she swore softly under her breath and gestured him into one of the unused rooms where he could sit down. "Sit, I need to check your legs. You look like you crawled through half of the ship to get here. Have they cleared any of the corridors so we can reach other decks? We need to get medical teams out on patrol."
He managed to climb up to the elevated bed, looking down at her. "The corridor to section 28 should be nearly cleared, that's where I came from. The support beam between decks 6 and 7 collapsed through the ceiling, made one hell of a mess. Those engineers though, give them a plasma torch and they can do just about anything."
"Good, we've taken in as many patients as we can here. We need to set up an off-site triage unit so they can get patients to us easier. You saw how crazy it was out there. They are packed in shoulder to shoulder." As she didn't have her tricorder with her, she swung the bed's scanner over his legs and engaged the program. "I told you about wearing yourself out. Your muscles can't sustain this level of activity."
"It's not like I ran a marathon..." He watched her work, trying to make sense of the scans. "There isn't anything wrong is there? I don't feel like anythings wrong..."
"Just a buildup of fatigue poisons, which I warned you about. The strain is more than I would like, but you aren't going to collapse any time soon unless you do run a marathon." She withdrew a hypo from one of the storage units and popped in a particular cartridge, pressing it against his neck to dose him. "That should help your body rid itself of the toxins faster. Can you get to your suit? This is one time that I would actually approve of you using it."
"Yeah, I'd imagine the corridor should be mostly cleared out by now. I'll have some security come down, help in moving out some of these patients." Maybe he was feeling a little fatigued, and hadn't noticed it. His legs felt less stiff. "Thanks, I know you're real busy down here."
"A bit, but I have an excellent staff to handle most of the burden. I do have several more surgeries lined up, however. You should be fine for now. If you start feeling ill or that you are having trouble standing, come back and I'll give you another dose."
"As if I needed an excuse to come back." He chuckled, finding himself rather witty.
"True," she agreed, with a smile. Pushing the scanner out of the way, she patted him on the leg for him to hop down. "All done."
He smirked, and jumped down, seemingly forgetting about his bum leg. It gave out instantly, sending him to the floor, as he awkwardly tried to catch himself with his cane, which caught itself in his ribs. He let out a painful grunt and flopped to the floor.
"Uh..." He looked up to her. Picking himself up. "You didn't see that."
"Atton! After I just told you to take it easy." She grabbed him about the waist and helped him to stand, her expression one of worry. "Perhaps you aren't ready to go back on duty."
"No, no I'm good, honestly." He wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer. "Besides, you can't declare the Chief of Security unfit for duty on the eve of such a major offensive."
"If you're trying to charm me into not taking you off of the duty roster, I might consider it this one time." She smiled leaned in to give him a brief kiss. "But don't push it."
"Ah, I've still got it." He smirked, allowing his hand to descend a little farther down, giving her a good squeeze before breaking the embrace. He took a moment to steady himself on the cane before meeting her eyes again. "Well I suppose I should get back to the bridge, report on the carnage and all that."
"Ah, yes." She straightened her uniform and cleared her throat, feeling a bit flustered, as she usually did when they got intimate. "Do me a favor when you get back. Please let them know what's going on down here. Our comms are down."
"Thank Gods for that, I don't think I could deal with Julia: 'Atton!? Atton where are you!? I did not release you with my traditional Roman releasing ceremony! When you come back bring wine!'" He stated in his best Julia impersonation, which was really just raising the pitch of his voice.
"Atton..." Jocelyn smiled, holding back her laugh, lest she encourage him more. She gave him another quick kiss. "Be careful out there. Please."
"Alright, alright." He muttered, embarrassed over the concern. "I'll pick you up later for diner, okay? Good." He loved being a telepath at times, saved answering questions he already knew the answer too.
He gave her a smile before turning back into the chaos of sickbay, leaving Jocelyn to hear fading in the distance:
"Chief of Security coming through! Move your ass, I'm a Lieutenant Commander! Hey, you! You better hope I'm not on your next promotion review! And as for you..."
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