USS Asimov
side-sim: New Rhythms
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Aasrel Izei (Chief Medical Officer) in side-sim: New Rhythms
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Bethany Kovra Gadi (Chief of Security) in side-sim: New Rhythms
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Aasrel Izei (Chief Medical Officer) in side-sim: New Rhythms
Posted by… suppressed (2) by the Post Ghost! 👻(snip)
Aasrel smiled. “Okay. Go on. I’ve got work to do too.” He said and he stood from his chair. “I’ll comm you when it’s time?”~ Aasrel
“You better, or no coffee for you tomorrow,” Bethany winked at him and then left sickbay. She had a lot of work to do, and needed to check in with her department. Then she had some computer programming to finalize.
Bethany
Oh, well, the coffee wasn’t the part he was looking forward to. Aasrel went back to work in Sickbay. There was a lot to do. Near the end of his shift, Th’rethiss came to Aasrel for the test. Aasrel comm’ed Bethany with a quick =/\= It’s time =/\= as he followed Th’rethiss.
~ Aasrel
Bethany was in the middle of going over the latest simulation. His comm broke through what she was saying. She tapped her badge, =/\=Aknowledged.=/\=
Most of the officers recognized the CMO’s voice. They were all curious and there were a few hidden grins and smirks. Bethany finished going over their performance. What went right and where they made mistakes. Then she dismissed them. She then went oulver the duty roster for the next shift and was able to head to sickbay.
She entered and before she could say anything, one of the nurses pointed the way for her without a word.
Bethany
By the time she arrived, Aasrel was already on a biobed, Th’rethiss using one of the more advanced imagers to take pictures of his head. As wordlessly as the reception nurse, Th’rethiss pointed to a chair next to the bed for her to sit in. Then he went back to focusing hard on what he was doing.
Aasrel didn’t move his head, he wasn’t supposed to, so instead he reached a hand over to her.
~ Aasrel
Bethany quietly sat in the chair and took his hand when he reached for it. She didn’t say anything because she didn’t want him to move. She watched the screen curiously, having no idea what she was looking at.
Bethany
It was a rather detailed image of a brain. Aasrel’s brain. Th’rethiss was frowning, flipping between ‘slices’ he was looking at. “That’s the paracortex. There’s the psilosynine gland…” The doctor squinted at the screen. A few more images and he was done, moving the machine away and loading the images to a PaDD.
Aasrel sat up as the Andorian doctor gave a look to Bethany, then Aasrel, who gave a small nod, then between both of them. “The implant in your brain is an electronic chip, wedged very, very close to the gland responsible for psilosynine production.”
The doctor frowned again, and then went on, “It can be removed but the surgery would be very delicate. It must be removed before this experimental donation procedure has any chance of success.”
~ Aasrel
Is that what stopped the production? If it was an electronic chip, it had to have a program. Bethany wanted to get ahold of it and find out exactly what it was supposed to do. That was a thought for later. “I know this is not the time, but can you do the procedure here? Do you have the right equipment and facilities?” Bethany wanted to donate before something happened. Whether her illness or this suicide mission, and she knew Aasrel wanted it more than anything. They had to be patient though. Rushing could cause mistakes.
Bethany