Orders

Posted on Thu Jul 30th, 2020 @ 1:54pm by Lieutenant Commander Savin & Lieutenant Dessame Sar & Lieutenant Noah Reed M.D.

Mission: The Shadow of Arachne
Location: Deck 7 - Sickbay
Timeline: during/after "Resolution"
1489 words - 3 OF Standard Post Measure

Savin walked slowly, though it wasn't really walking as it was more or less limping. Carefully, he turned his head to look at his companion. "Why do you keep saying you are alright, when clearly you are not?" he asked as they approached sickbay.

Dessame sighed. Mentally she was exhausted and hadn't known what Savin had seen in her momentary lapses in concentration. Images of Orions, abuse to her and her feelings of protection towards her sister and now hatred of Orions had all came flooding out of her. She had gotten closer to Savin in more ways than she had anticipated during their brief link on the planet and she didn't quite know how to handle that. So naturally, shields up!

"I am fine Savin," She said as she helped him walk a little better. "It's only a deep head wound and a little bruising on the body. You are the one who is shuffling along," she added trying to deflect on to his injuries.

"Yes, I am aware." He offered a faint smile as he accepted the assistance, "I shall never understand why women torture themselves so by wearing heels. Or the men they are supposed to dance with." He slowly shook his head. "There is more to it. We are injured and maintained a constant telepathic link when we really should not have been. I am very certain the doctor can help us. But we do need to talk."

"No, I don't understand why women do it either, even if I have been the one in heels at times." She let out a little smile. "We will talk Savin, I think at this point we have more to talk about than I'd like but we will. Our link should have terminated when I was hit but it didn't. Hopefully that won't lead to problems."

"I do not know," he admitted, "I have not experienced this before. Not with anyone but Jerant and we are, obviously, not permanently linked. If you like, perhaps the doctor can look into it?" He nodded towards the approaching chief medical officer.

Doctor Reed noticed the pair enter sickbay and had a nurse immediately go to them and assist them to biobeds. He walked up and in his best EMH impression stated, "Please state the nature of the shenanigans."

Unaware of the doctor's words, Savin unknowingly answered the question anyway. "We were injured during the conference," he stated as he allowed a male nurse to help him up on the bed. He closed his eyes as the shift to lying down made the room spin. "I am very dizzy and nauseated now," he reported. From the bruise on his face it was clear he had been clouted on his jaw by a heavy and blunt object. It was still a miracle nothing has been broken. "Treat her first," he added with a feeble gesture towards Dessame.

Dessame waved her hands, "Oh I am fine. I don't need special attention, really. See to Savin first... he's the one squinting." she let out a little smile. "Nice to see you again doctor."

Reed grabbed a medical tricorder and began running the scanner device over Savin's body. "It looks like your conversation techniques weren't appreciated very much..." He frowned at the results and glanced over to a female nurse for a hypospray.

"There is nothing wrong with my conversation techniques. What is wrong, is being male and as such being considered inferior. I was struck down when I came to Dessame's assistance." Savin frowned back. "I am just feeling dizzy and nauseous, I do not believe anything is broken."

"I don't know Savin... the queen gave you a look that would kill most men. I think I'll suggest to the captain a diplomacy course when dealing with matriarchal society hell bent on killing us." She smiled at him. "But then again you are just a man." She looked away cheekily.

The Romulan's eyes flashed angrily at her comment. "I am not just a man," he countered, "same as you are not just a woman."

She couldn't help but giggle a little, which hurt her head. She had went fishing and caught a large fish when Savin bit hard on her comment. "I love the sassy side of you," she joked before shaking her head a little. Was she lowering her guard with him?

"I do not understand the reference." Savin briefly closed his eyes, allowing the doctor to do his work. "What is 'sassy'?"

"A little bit of attitude." She smiled as the doctor scanned her once more. "A little bark to your bite... Humans say stuff like that."

"But neither of us are Human," Savin protested, "and I was not aware of having attitude. Is that a good thing?"

"I hope so... people say I've got one most of the time so..." she shrugged as the Doctor seemingly watched their to and fro.

"You are the chief of security, are you not expected a degree of attitude to display your authority?" Savin arched a single eyebrow at her in expectation.

Reed listened quietly to the back-and-forth banter. He couldn't help a smirk creep across his face as he pressed a hypo into Savin's neck. "Ten 'cc's' of inaprovaline should do the trick for the pain." He then ran a dermal regenerator over the gash on the side of his head. The purple light started to work like magic, sealing up the wound nicely. "If there are injuries, it sounds like security dropped the ball," he instigated.

Eyes still on the security chief, Savin was unaware of the doctor saying something at first, but the change in Dessame's expression told him something was indeed said. "Thank you doctor," he said as he felt the throbbing pain dissolve, "can you also have a look at my foot? It was... stepped on, repeatedly."

Reed took the opportunity of Savin's reduced pain level to gently pull off his boot and put it on the deck before running the scanner over his foot. "Fortunately, I don't see any broken bones, but there are a lot of contusions." He grabbed the dermal regenerator and began treatment as he added, "I'd recommend a better dance partner to avoid any future risk of injury."

"Can't see how security dropped anything given the information we had at the time." Dessame defended. "Given we were a diplomatic team there to bring someone into the Federation a large force wasn't needed. If anything Starfleet Intel dropped the planet on us..." she stood up from her seat, the nurse standing in front of her gesturing her to return. She had no intention of sitting there and being told she caused injury to colleagues due to lack of information.

"Dess..." Savin turned his head towards her, "I do not believe he meant to accuse you of dereliction of duty." Annoying as it might be now, their still lingering connection was very useful.

Reed held up his hands defensively. "Woah, I was just trying to get into the conversation, that's all. Don't get all huffy just because I'm talking shit. After all, what do I know? I wasn't there..." As he finished up with Savin, a nurse administered a hypo to Lieutenant Sar. "That should help ease the tension in the room."

He was right, he wasn't there but the hypo that the nurse had given her had oddly calmed her. She didn't know what it was, nor had she been asked for it. Dessame leaned back onto the bio bed, her bottom resting on the frame. "No..." She sighed. "I am sorry for snapping at you."

Feeling better, Savin slid off the bed, and moved towards the other one. "You should rest," he advised, looking back at the CMO in the hope for confirmation. "We both should. Right, doctor?"

Doctor Reed nodded at both of them. "Yes, of course, at least the rest of the day. If you don't feel ready to return to duty tomorrow, just page me and I'll excuse you." He turned back to Dessame and said, "No hard feelings, lieutenant. I bet it was a shit show down on the surface. I'm confident that you did everything possible."

"Thank you Doctor." Dessame replied softly as her mind ran over the series of events on the surface. She felt she had let enough people down on the planet, but she knew the Doctor meant nothing by it. "I'll take you off my hit list." she joked.

"Good to hear," he quipped. "Maybe all of us can swing by the lounge for a few drinks when you're both feeling up to it." He smiled, packed up the medical tools back onto the cart and did one last tricorder scan of both of them and being satisfied, closed it up and headed off to attend to the supply inventory he had been putting off for the better part of the week already.