From: Jamie LeBlanc (plainsimplegarak_at_yahoo.com)
Date: Sun Mar 16 2008 - 23:05:43 PDT
Location: USS STONEHENGE
Stardate: 2.80317.0200
Scene: Sickbay
Time Index: Slightly before the mission, after Kim’s
message post for GS2
~*~*~*~*~*~
Arjan smiled grimly, tossing a radiation kit over
to his brother. “Do you even know how to use all this
stuff?” he teased, trying to keep the mood light.
“Fortunately or not, I do.” Aerdan replied,
nodding. “And with science already stretched thin, it
doesn’t hurt to be a little paranoid and overpack.”
The elder Andorian chuckled a bit. “I’m
surprised to hear that.”
“Why?” the CMO perked up an antennae and a brow
in unison.
“You always hated it when your girlfriends over
packed things,” his brother returned, looking impish.
“Women pack crazy things.” The younger brother
returned.
Arjan folded his arms over his chest, watching as
Aerdan finished placing hypospray vials into a large
container. “Maybe you just overreacted?”
The CMO looked up and stuck his tongue out at his
brother. “At least I *had* girlfriends”
The older Andorian’s brow darkened slightly.
“That was a low blow.”
“You asked for it.” The younger teased back.
Arjan shook his head. “For all that polite
smiling you can be nasty when you want to be.”
“Who says I’m being nasty?” the younger asked,
innocently.
“I am.” His brother replied, packing the last of
the medical supplies, and they shared what was bound
to be the last good chuckle in many upcoming days.
Arjan wanted to linger in that moment, and deny the
medical mess they were about to plunge themselves
into.
Cade didn’t give him that chance.
Like a Tasmanian devil, the civilian consultant
marched through sickbay leave a trail of dust and
debris in his path. He didn’t seem angry, despite his
fury of movement, though certainly Aerdan would use
the word ‘out of sorts.’ All the more surprising when
the elder human swerved and headed directly for him,
grabbing the smaller Andorian by the lapels.
“How do you stand it?!” Cade demanded, his blue
eyes wide.
Aerdan blinked slowly, both out of surprise and
not wanting to escalate this sudden commotion. Behind
him a group of nurses were gathering with the querying
look on their faces as if they didn’t know whether or
not to call security. His next words were calculated.
“Doctor Foster, put me down.”
“Tell me first how you can stand it!” he
insisted, vehemently.
“Well, since I don’t know what ‘it’ is, I can’t
answer you.” the Andorian neurosurgeon replied
steadily.
“Have you even checked your messages?” Cade
demanded, letting go of the smaller blue man’s collar.
“Obviously you haven’t.”
Aerdan blinked. “Should I?”
“Probably not.” The older human groused, shaking
his head. “Check it when you get back.” He smiled,
watching the curiosity settle in to the other doctor’s
face.
“You still haven’t told me what ‘it’ is, Cade.”
Aerdan chided.
Cade blinked, giving the nurses a harsh enough
scare to make them skitter back for a bit and stop
eavesdropping. “I want to know how you can stand
being here, and leaving that damn cheerleader of yours
off to fend for herself. Don’t you *worry*? Isn’t it
hard to sleep at night?”
The CMO blinked at that. “Um, no. Not really.”
He paused and added, “I trust her to take care of
herself.”
“Well sometimes that’s not good enough.” Cade
spat back. “I should have followed her.”
“Who, Kate?” Arjan asked in his naggingly
innocent tone.
Cade glowered and Aerdan shook his head. “No, if
he’s this worked up, it has to be Daisy.” He paused,
staring back at Dr. Foster. “Cade, if there is
something you need to go do, you’re a civilian
consultant. If you can find a way off this ship, I
won’t stop you. In fact, I’ll endorse your leave.”
“You would?” Cade blinked, looking suddenly
deflated. He expected an argument. Somehow being
given leave made the whole idea of stealing a
shuttlecraft and running gloriously off seem quite…
foolish now.
“I would.”
“You’re a jerk, you know that?” Cade muttered,
shaking his head at the CMO
“As I have already been told today.” Aerdan
smiled back. “I need to leave for the away team. Are
you going to be alright, Cade?”
The human waved the thought off. “I’ll be
*fine*” he snorted. “Get out of here.”
“Are you going to wish me luck?” Aerdan returned,
somewhat playfully.
“Do you need it?” the former CMO asked.
“He always needs it.” His brother chimed in.
Cade shook his head. “Naw, get out of here,
blue-Klingon.”
Aerdan chuckled a little, gathering up his
things. Several seconds after he had left sickbay,
Cade sighed and shook his head.
“Good luck.” He murmured under his breath.
~*~*~*~*~
Location: ATLIV II
Scene: Palace
Time Index: Current
Ch'ana Vimireul had stuffed a big wad of cotton
gauze into Phia’s hand and commanded her to hold it
tightly against the side of a younger man as they
tried to reposition him to elevate his wound and
staunch the blood flow. The smell of iron and bile
was starting to register in her nostrils, a slow
creeping feeling of sickness rippling through her
stomach. So as soon as she heard the door open, she
found herself staring up, her expression neutral but
hope draining through her eyes.
Though she would never admit it to the medical
staff, she was incredibly relieved to see Lieutenant
Commander Ford walking through the door rather than
any of her own staff. The Trauma surgeon had brought
his team with him, and they spread out like clockwork,
tending to patients even before Ch’ana could approach
the older human and speak.
Beneath her hands the patient moaned and tried to
sit up. Phia let her brows knit together, staring at
him. “Oh no, you don’t.” she replied, pushing his
head back down and looking frantically around for a
pillow. “ Hey, hand me that blanket!” she commanded
of a teenaged Atleavkith who was handing medical
supplies to one of their medics. He turned and tossed
the woolen bundle over to the Bolian counselor before
rushing off.
“You stay down. Lets get your legs up.” Phia
grumbled, stuffing the blanket underneath his thighs,
twisting her body to somehow still keep pressure on
the bleeding wound. It reminded her of martial arts
practice or wrestling, except instead of trying to
hurt the person she was trying to keep this guy alive.
Somehow it was easier the other way around. She
ended up leaning over him, pinning him to the bed
while trying to staunch the bleeding.
When someone tapped her on the shoulder, she also
jumped in surprise and relief. “Counselor? We’re
going to take this man into surgery.” Dr. Ford’s calm
voice washed over her.
Sitting up, giving her job over to the nurses,
she turned towards Markus, faintly envious of the
man’s poise and calm in this situation. “You couldn’t
have come at a better time.” She replied in her usual
dry tone.
The grey haired man smiled at her. “You were
doing quite well there, counselor. Keep it up and
we’ll make a doctor out of you yet.”
Phia gave a tight-lipped smile, and turned as he
carried the man out to hide the flare of pride in her
eyes.
~*~*~*~*~
Location: USS STONEHENGE
Scene: Sickbay
Arjan Jos and Sef Yelena stared dubiously at Dr.
Foster as he cheerily related Counselor Phia’s call
for help. “Are you sure you’re alright setting up the
trauma unit while Markus is gone?” the Bajoran doctor
asked, raising a brow.
“Of course, why would you ever think I couldn’t
do such a simple job?” the older physician snarked
back.
“Your temper tantrum earlier?” Arjan guessed,
giving his friend an innocent smile.
Cade waved a hand in the air. “I’m fine. Trust
me.”
Putting a hand over her mouth, Lt. Sef swallowed
a laugh. “Trust *you* Doctor Foster?”
He flattened his brows into a thin, irritated
line. “Yes, Yelena, that’s what I just said, besides;
I already said my say.”
“So what you really wanted to do was simply find
an excuse to harass my brother?” the neurosurgeon
asked, smirking a little.
Cade gave him a catty grin. “You’d be surprised
how therapeutic it is to pick him up by the collar and
shake him.” He winked as he added, “you should try it
sometime.”
Arjan shook his head and turned as the first wave
of survivors started to beam in.
~*~*~*~*~
NRPG: I am going to send this out since I have been
writing it for over a week now and still haven’t found
enough concentration to finish it >.< I owe Joy a
mission post, Sarah and Kim tags to their posts and I
don’t know when I can get them done. Long story
short: I live in company provided housing and the
company has an extra-large cast with extra people for
their spring break education intensive. So I have
been saddled with an extra roommate who *loves* loud
drunken parties. I hate noise, so I have spent great
deals of time away from the house (and my desktop
computer) or doing something that ignores her
completely. My concentration has been almost nil for
the past few weeks, so I greatly apologize. This post
isn’t up to par, I know, but I’m trying.
This is a kinda sorta tag to Kim’s messages post a
long time ago. And a kinda-sorta tag for Phia.
I will work on the mysterious building next post if I
can beat some quiet time out of this house.
Apologies,
~J
~*~*~*~*~*~
Jamie LeBlanc
Lieutenant Commander Aerdan Jos
Chief Medical Officer
USS STONEHENGE
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