Post by Deleted on Mar 6, 2017 7:55:52 GMT -8
The woman was like an eerie gargoyle perched on the top of a cathedral. Grace would avert her eyes quite frequently, hoping that when she looked away, the Vulcan medic's eyes would have shifted or focused something else. To be honest, Grace wasn't even sure that she had blinked as she stood there... watching... waiting... and for what? Some signs of this virus they were talking about? Grace felt fine. Liz was fine! There really didn't appear to be anything wrong....
And that was when she heard the commotion. She only managed to catch a glimpse of a pair of security guards escorting someone quickly past the privacy screens. Her brow furrowed and she wrapped her arms even more tightly around Liz. Especially as she almost swore she had captured a glimpse of Kinin. Was this how it affected Klingons?
There was only the briefest of concerns for Liz. Liz wasn't fully Klingon. Hopefully, her genetic make-up wouldn't cause her to experience such a violent reaction. Yet again, Grace's logic kicked in. Liz was fine. She was better than fine, she was perfect! She wouldn't turn out like that.
"Grace."
Hearing her name, Grace looked up to see Captain Monroe. Her eyes widened a bit, as she saw him each out for her. She felt a brief hint of guilt. He seemed to have a pained look on his face. One of loss... fear.... she couldn't quite make it out. And yet, here she was safe... and happy... right here with Liz.
"Sir, this way."
And like that, another medic ushered him on his way. Grace rested her head against Liz's shoulder, exhaling slowly, her warm breath washing over the Ops Chief's shoulder. It was then that they were interrupted by another medic. This one, not wearing the helmet of their EVA suit, and carrying a tray with some hyposprays on them. Their Vulcan warden removed the helmet of her own EVA suit and tilted her head to allow the first hyposray to be administered into her own neck. She paused a moment and nodded before taking the tray from the visiting medic.
As the second medic left, the Vulcan placed the tray down and picked up the second hypospray. "Would you care to go first, Commander?" she asked Liz.
"I'll go first," Grace said. It was the least should could do. Liz had been her protector all this time... her everything. At the very least, Grace could stare down a Vulcan with a hypospray for the woman she loved. Grace offered her arm and took a deep breath. She waited and eventually felt the cool tip of the hypospray followed by the familiar hiss of the treatment's administration. She didn't feel different, and even after waiting a few moments she felt just the same. Clearly, they were wrong, just as Grace hand known. She and Liz were fine, and what they felt for one another was real. She nodded to Liz, consenting that all was well.
"Commander?" the Vulcan said, holding up the hypospray to make certain that it was okay to proceed without fear of incident.
And once again, the waiting game commenced. Grace wasn't sure how long they were going to be held her. She thought that after they had jumped through the hoop of taking this so-called treatment that they'd be allowed to leave.
"Excuse me, Commander."
Grace looked up to see him again. Clearly, he was talking to Liz, but she didn't seem to be the one that he wanted to talk to. Grace looked down to find his hand had seized her arm. He pulled her away from Liz and towards him. "Sir, is something wr--"
Those were the only words that managed to escape her lips as she felt Kealan's lips upon hers. Outrage... fury... protest! Those should have been the emotions to erupt from the nurse almost immediately. But they weren't. She should push him away... force him off of her... slap him! Yet, she didn't. Instead, she felt her body melt against his. Her hand raise to hook around his neck as she kissed him back. She could feel a sudden warmth begin to burn like a blazing inferno that would not be extinguished.
And finally, she felt the cool air wash against her lips, the very same place his lips had held her own. Her eyes opened as she gazed into his eyes searching for some sort of explanation that she already knew the answer to. It had been what she'd been waiting for. She just felt that she needed to hear the words. "Kealan...." His name seemed was barely a whisper, clinging to her lips because she didn't want to let him go... not again.
And while she was ready to wipe Risa from her memory, there were other memories that were just as fresh. Her eyes widened as she looked towards Liz. How could she? How could she betray Liz like this? So easily, and without effort. She loved Liz! She needed Liz, and yet... there was him... there was Kealan. "I'm... I...." She could feel her heart thumping in her chest, beating rapidly as she attempting to make sense of the storm of emotions racing through her mind. Delight... melancholy... pride... guilt....
Grace's eyes rolled back into her head as she began to slump into a case of unconsciousness, right in Kealan's arms. The Vulcan medic moved towards them, her tricorder out as she proceeded to scan Grace. "Place her on the bed. Quickly." She stepped aside, prepared to concede to Kealan's strength and ability to get the task done. She renewed her examination and after a few moments nodded before shutting the tricorder. "She is suffering from an immediate onset of syncope."
The Vulcan medic looked between those present. "She fainted. It is possible that it is a side effect of the medication, but I suspect that it resulted from an immediate onset of anxiety triggered by a state of emotional distress." The Vulcan looked between them, before settling on Monroe. She began to scan him, checking to see if he had already been treated. "Does this sort of thing happen very often with you, sir?"
TAG: @kealan, Lt. Commander Liz Sur'Shess
And that was when she heard the commotion. She only managed to catch a glimpse of a pair of security guards escorting someone quickly past the privacy screens. Her brow furrowed and she wrapped her arms even more tightly around Liz. Especially as she almost swore she had captured a glimpse of Kinin. Was this how it affected Klingons?
There was only the briefest of concerns for Liz. Liz wasn't fully Klingon. Hopefully, her genetic make-up wouldn't cause her to experience such a violent reaction. Yet again, Grace's logic kicked in. Liz was fine. She was better than fine, she was perfect! She wouldn't turn out like that.
"Grace."
Hearing her name, Grace looked up to see Captain Monroe. Her eyes widened a bit, as she saw him each out for her. She felt a brief hint of guilt. He seemed to have a pained look on his face. One of loss... fear.... she couldn't quite make it out. And yet, here she was safe... and happy... right here with Liz.
"Sir, this way."
And like that, another medic ushered him on his way. Grace rested her head against Liz's shoulder, exhaling slowly, her warm breath washing over the Ops Chief's shoulder. It was then that they were interrupted by another medic. This one, not wearing the helmet of their EVA suit, and carrying a tray with some hyposprays on them. Their Vulcan warden removed the helmet of her own EVA suit and tilted her head to allow the first hyposray to be administered into her own neck. She paused a moment and nodded before taking the tray from the visiting medic.
As the second medic left, the Vulcan placed the tray down and picked up the second hypospray. "Would you care to go first, Commander?" she asked Liz.
"I'll go first," Grace said. It was the least should could do. Liz had been her protector all this time... her everything. At the very least, Grace could stare down a Vulcan with a hypospray for the woman she loved. Grace offered her arm and took a deep breath. She waited and eventually felt the cool tip of the hypospray followed by the familiar hiss of the treatment's administration. She didn't feel different, and even after waiting a few moments she felt just the same. Clearly, they were wrong, just as Grace hand known. She and Liz were fine, and what they felt for one another was real. She nodded to Liz, consenting that all was well.
"Commander?" the Vulcan said, holding up the hypospray to make certain that it was okay to proceed without fear of incident.
And once again, the waiting game commenced. Grace wasn't sure how long they were going to be held her. She thought that after they had jumped through the hoop of taking this so-called treatment that they'd be allowed to leave.
"Excuse me, Commander."
Grace looked up to see him again. Clearly, he was talking to Liz, but she didn't seem to be the one that he wanted to talk to. Grace looked down to find his hand had seized her arm. He pulled her away from Liz and towards him. "Sir, is something wr--"
Those were the only words that managed to escape her lips as she felt Kealan's lips upon hers. Outrage... fury... protest! Those should have been the emotions to erupt from the nurse almost immediately. But they weren't. She should push him away... force him off of her... slap him! Yet, she didn't. Instead, she felt her body melt against his. Her hand raise to hook around his neck as she kissed him back. She could feel a sudden warmth begin to burn like a blazing inferno that would not be extinguished.
And finally, she felt the cool air wash against her lips, the very same place his lips had held her own. Her eyes opened as she gazed into his eyes searching for some sort of explanation that she already knew the answer to. It had been what she'd been waiting for. She just felt that she needed to hear the words. "Kealan...." His name seemed was barely a whisper, clinging to her lips because she didn't want to let him go... not again.
And while she was ready to wipe Risa from her memory, there were other memories that were just as fresh. Her eyes widened as she looked towards Liz. How could she? How could she betray Liz like this? So easily, and without effort. She loved Liz! She needed Liz, and yet... there was him... there was Kealan. "I'm... I...." She could feel her heart thumping in her chest, beating rapidly as she attempting to make sense of the storm of emotions racing through her mind. Delight... melancholy... pride... guilt....
Grace's eyes rolled back into her head as she began to slump into a case of unconsciousness, right in Kealan's arms. The Vulcan medic moved towards them, her tricorder out as she proceeded to scan Grace. "Place her on the bed. Quickly." She stepped aside, prepared to concede to Kealan's strength and ability to get the task done. She renewed her examination and after a few moments nodded before shutting the tricorder. "She is suffering from an immediate onset of syncope."
The Vulcan medic looked between those present. "She fainted. It is possible that it is a side effect of the medication, but I suspect that it resulted from an immediate onset of anxiety triggered by a state of emotional distress." The Vulcan looked between them, before settling on Monroe. She began to scan him, checking to see if he had already been treated. "Does this sort of thing happen very often with you, sir?"
TAG: @kealan, Lt. Commander Liz Sur'Shess