Posted by Gamemaster Wombat (Gamemaster) in Main Sim - Sickbay
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=/\= Preparing to head to the transporter Sir. TJCT out. =/\= This wasn’t what she wanted and wasn’t what she expected, but she certainly wasn’t going to argue, besides it got her out of medbay and away from the beast who looked more like an animal to be skinned and roasted over an open flame, then anything else, and as for the woman, well, she’d leave that unthought.

Cadet TJCT - Engineering

As the cadet left Sickbay, Tija took a deep breath and pushed her personal feelings to the back of her mind. She had more important things to do then dwell on TJCT’s behaviour, after all. Turning her head to look at Garth, she said, “Before we try your idea, let me check something. In the meantime, could you change the computer settings so that only -” she paused briefly and looked from Lieutenant Obiah Torriris to Cadet Wiles Osten, a deep frown on her pale forehead. “Lieutenant Torriris will be shocked.”

Turing her head again, she took her medical tricoder from her hip halter and opened it. Tija first checked if the changes she had had the computer make to the temperature and humidity behind the forcefield by lowering both to a level that won’t kill the patients, but hopefully reduced the metabolism and health of the parasite had any effect.

The doctor then moved the tricoder wand as close to the bite wound on the CMO’s neck as she forcefield allowed. She wondered if the moving bumps were the same as the tendrils that came out of Richard’s severed arm.

~Lt. Tija, Asst. CMO

Garth nodded his head curtly as he changed back the adjustments the cadet had made so that only one patient at a time would undergo the procedure. “Of course,” he grumbled, “that was my intention, I had only meant that the computer should be ready to promptly administer the second round of treatment to Cadet Osten if the first proved successful for Lieutenant Torrirs.” Garth’s grumbling became a mutter as he continued, “Why the cadet would assume we wanted to perform a highly sensitive neurological procedure in a uniform way for two very different individuals is beyond me.”

Adinah caught the tail end of Lt. Garth’s comment with a slight wince. She’d been busy helping a few other officers with minor wounds, the little things that the acting CMO had little time for given the need to try and figure out how to heal the people currently infected, and had finally finished up. At hearing Garth’s harsh words, and not sure exactly what had happened, she paused however.

Garth stood at the console, eyes squinting to inspect the CMO’s neural scans. “I await your instruction, Doctor.”

(Lt. J.g. Garth, CSO)

The masses and tendrils seemed to slow down the longer the patients were exposed to the desiccated air, the writhing having pretty much stopped by the time Garth and Tija made their reassessment of the two patients after the cadet stormed out.

GM Wombat

Adinah moved closer to see what was happening, eyes widening a bit as the strange tendrils began to slow. “Amazing,” she breathed out, doing her best to stay quiet until she knew what was going on better or had an opportunity to help.

Cadet Adinah (Medical)