From: Brenna Beattie (red.fedora.angel_at_gmail.com)
Date: Mon Sep 01 2008 - 18:04:16 PDT
======== "Lavender Blue" (Continued from "Start of Training") ======== Location: STARFLEET ACADEMY (SFA) Stardate: 2.80831.2228 Scene: Advanced Command Training Holodeck Evie didn't waste time. She grabbed a hypospray vial that held a pale blue-violet liquid. She was familiar with the contents, valerian, kava and lavendar, which had proven to be the least offensive alternative to common anesthetics, time and again. It slid into the hypospray with a reassuring click. She quickly approached the bed, her heart already going out to the patient. He looked like agony on toast, his skin splotched with angry red and pink sores. It was just a hologram, she knew that, but it was also a patient in pain, who groaned and flinched while conscious. **Some first level!** she thought. "You're doing fine, sir," she said, schooling her normally jolly face into a slight smile. She held the tip gently against a somehow-unscathed patch of skin on the patient's neck and listened for the hiss. Nothing. Evie swallowed a growl of frustration. She would pick up a jammed one, wouldn't she? She went for another, turning back just as the patient woke up again and cried out. Her body felt like it was running. Her mind swore she was pulling through gelatin. Somehow, she made it back in a respectable amount of time, though her comforting smile had been erased. Pressing the hypospray on the same patch of skin, she was rewarded with the sharp hiss of compressed air and the patient's muscles relaxing slowly. Evie muttered a prayer to who or whatever higher power happened to be listening that everything else worked. She personally hated dermaplastic. It tended to buckle on her unless she spent obnoxious amounts of time on it. Twice, she had to slow to a crawl to apply a stubborn patch. She began to sweat. This would look bad for her, she knew it. Finally, it was over. The patient was out of danger as far as she could get him and she was satisfied that she'd done the best she could. She only hoped it was good enough. ================ Brenna Beattie Cadet Evelyn Rosslyn Student Class 0831 Starfleet Academy, Earth "Can you pick a lock? Adam can!"-Doris Day, "Please Don't Eat The Daisies" From HyperNews_at_youth.net
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