Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2014 12:42:47 GMT -8
“Why is it so cold in here?!” Desan demanded, mere moments after the grip of the transporter beam had let he and Rychel loose.
“The CME’s…” one of his associates began to say.
“We are supposed to have the facilities to support those things,” Desan replied hotly. He looked over to the medical bed, confirming that Rychel had beamed with him, and had ended up in the right location.
“Find me Doctor Karzen,” he ordered his associate.
“Yes…” the associate responded, his eyes drifting down to Desan’s collar momentarily, “Sir?” he looked over to where Rychel was laying, his gaze conveying his meaning: did Rychel know? Desan made a shooing gesture with his hand, and his associate scurried off in search of the requested physician.
“You’re in a different medical bay,” he explained quickly, trying to decide how he was supposed to explain everything to Rychel. Something told him the answer was ‘a little at a time.’ “I’m…” he hesitated as well, unusually lost for words, “I’m in charge down here.” That conveyed a lot. The doctor will be here in a moment, I need to go get changed.” Somehow he’d managed to get Rychel’s blood over his uniform.
As he disappeared through one set of doors, a Bajoran doctor appeared through another set. “I’m Doctor Karzen Ohden,” he introduced himself quickly. He looked at the readings above the biobed, then down at Rychel.
“Medic, please clean off our patient,” he said absently. “Blood loss, trauma to the right wrist…” he looked down. “You’re left handed?” He shook his head that wasn’t very relevant at the moment.
Desan returned, his clothing clean, and his collar slightly shinier than before. “Doctor, this is my sister Rychel,” he said. “I need her functional.”
“She’s suffered a lot of blood loss…”
Desan crossed his arms about his chest, “You’ve worked through worse injuries in poorer conditions.”
“Really, though, she’s at the station, she’ll recover soon enough through rest…”
“I’ve received word from Commander Griffon regarding a certain individual of interest to me,” Desan said to the doctor, before turning his attention to Rychel. “As a result, we’ve been graced with an unexpected visitor.”
“I could give her a stimulant that would trigger an increase of red blood cell production, that would help considerably. A general stimulant will give her energy, and a good meal would help considerably… rice and some easily digestible proteins, as her digestive system will be slow to restart.” As he spoke, the medic used a localized sonic cleaning device to remove the blood from Rychel.
Desan nodded, “Let’s do it.”
“I’ll give her some nutrients and sugars via hypospray, as well. Her cells will start functioning better more quickly.”
The doctor disappeared, as did the medic, who’d said something to Desan about getting clean linens.
Desan loomed over Rychel’s bedside, ignoring her wide-eyed stare. Though she looked weak, she was alert and attentive, eyes quickly moving about the room. From time to time, an expression of realization would cross her features. She didn’t look like someone who had just attempted to take her life. Those sort generally went two ways, either, they were in despair over having failed, or grateful to have survived. She certainly wasn’t despairing. She didn’t seem grateful to be alive; in fact, she seemed to expect it. Was it done for attention? He didn’t think her demeanor was indicative of that either. He knew how people behaved. He’d studied behavior of myriad species, at length. And he’d know Rychel since she was a girl. No… her behavior was not what he expected at all.
“You’re not depressed,” Desan stated, arms crossed over his chest. “You don’t want to die.” There was something in her eyes that chilled him, something that reminded him of someone he knew all too well.
Himself.
“Why did you do this?”
Tag: Rychel
OOC: Rychel posed because she has the same writer
“The CME’s…” one of his associates began to say.
“We are supposed to have the facilities to support those things,” Desan replied hotly. He looked over to the medical bed, confirming that Rychel had beamed with him, and had ended up in the right location.
“Find me Doctor Karzen,” he ordered his associate.
“Yes…” the associate responded, his eyes drifting down to Desan’s collar momentarily, “Sir?” he looked over to where Rychel was laying, his gaze conveying his meaning: did Rychel know? Desan made a shooing gesture with his hand, and his associate scurried off in search of the requested physician.
“You’re in a different medical bay,” he explained quickly, trying to decide how he was supposed to explain everything to Rychel. Something told him the answer was ‘a little at a time.’ “I’m…” he hesitated as well, unusually lost for words, “I’m in charge down here.” That conveyed a lot. The doctor will be here in a moment, I need to go get changed.” Somehow he’d managed to get Rychel’s blood over his uniform.
As he disappeared through one set of doors, a Bajoran doctor appeared through another set. “I’m Doctor Karzen Ohden,” he introduced himself quickly. He looked at the readings above the biobed, then down at Rychel.
“Medic, please clean off our patient,” he said absently. “Blood loss, trauma to the right wrist…” he looked down. “You’re left handed?” He shook his head that wasn’t very relevant at the moment.
Desan returned, his clothing clean, and his collar slightly shinier than before. “Doctor, this is my sister Rychel,” he said. “I need her functional.”
“She’s suffered a lot of blood loss…”
Desan crossed his arms about his chest, “You’ve worked through worse injuries in poorer conditions.”
“Really, though, she’s at the station, she’ll recover soon enough through rest…”
“I’ve received word from Commander Griffon regarding a certain individual of interest to me,” Desan said to the doctor, before turning his attention to Rychel. “As a result, we’ve been graced with an unexpected visitor.”
“I could give her a stimulant that would trigger an increase of red blood cell production, that would help considerably. A general stimulant will give her energy, and a good meal would help considerably… rice and some easily digestible proteins, as her digestive system will be slow to restart.” As he spoke, the medic used a localized sonic cleaning device to remove the blood from Rychel.
Desan nodded, “Let’s do it.”
“I’ll give her some nutrients and sugars via hypospray, as well. Her cells will start functioning better more quickly.”
The doctor disappeared, as did the medic, who’d said something to Desan about getting clean linens.
Desan loomed over Rychel’s bedside, ignoring her wide-eyed stare. Though she looked weak, she was alert and attentive, eyes quickly moving about the room. From time to time, an expression of realization would cross her features. She didn’t look like someone who had just attempted to take her life. Those sort generally went two ways, either, they were in despair over having failed, or grateful to have survived. She certainly wasn’t despairing. She didn’t seem grateful to be alive; in fact, she seemed to expect it. Was it done for attention? He didn’t think her demeanor was indicative of that either. He knew how people behaved. He’d studied behavior of myriad species, at length. And he’d know Rychel since she was a girl. No… her behavior was not what he expected at all.
“You’re not depressed,” Desan stated, arms crossed over his chest. “You don’t want to die.” There was something in her eyes that chilled him, something that reminded him of someone he knew all too well.
Himself.
“Why did you do this?”
Tag: Rychel
OOC: Rychel posed because she has the same writer