Posted by Commander Dev’Res (Counsellor) in Sickbay with Frax

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Saxon McCleary (Chief Intelligence Office) in Sickbay with Frax

Posted by Captain Cain Nightroad (Commanding Officer) in Sickbay with Frax
Posted by… suppressed (1) by the Post Ghost! 👻
As Dev’Res materialized in sickbay, he lifted the Ferangi onto a biobed, The security field raised around them as he called out to the Medical staff. “Doc! We need help here!”

He stepped back to allow the medical personal access to Frax. He signed slightly and tapped his Commbadge again. =/\= Commander McCleary and Commander Turner, please come down to Sickbay 1. Thank you=/\=

As he had his fingers through his hair, he shook his head slightly. =/\=Dev’Res to the Captain, just wanted to inform you that I have relocated our Ferangi visitor to sickbay, I will ahve a report to you as soon as we know anything. =/\=

Dev’Res
CNS

Cain heard the call and responded to the Counselor with, =/\=Understood, I will be down in Sickbay in a few minutes. =/\= Cain wasn’t sure what was happening and had planned to head to the brig to see what was happening with the Ferengi that came with the still mysterious cube that the Science Department was investigating. He needed answers and sitting in his ready room was not getting them.

Cain popped up and headed out of his ready room.

Nightroad, CO

Saxon arrived in Sickbay and saw Frax lying on the table. Confused, he asked, “What happened? He was fine when I left for the briefing.”

Lieutenant Commander Saxon McCleary
Chief Intelligence Office USS Memorial

“I’m not sure Commander, I arrived in the brig and he was already collapsed.” He paused for a moment and stepped forward. “I’m Dev’Res, the new Counsellor, I don’t believe we have met.”

Dev’Res
CNS

Silva muttered something under his breath as he approached, a glove snapping on his hands as he walked to the head of the bed. “Counsellor, are you a Psychiatrist, or a Psychologist?” he asked in a very serious tone as his fingers flew across the buttons on the biobed.

After a moment he looks up over his glasses at the various department heads crowding his sick bay. Turning to his side he muttered to NE Ratchett and ordered, “Nurse, get a CBC, Chem 17, a dip, and type and cross please. Let’s find out what we are dealing with.”

He turned back to Dev’Res and Saxon, very much using his disappointed dad voice already, “You assured me he was fine, Commander McCleary. An LOC does not just happen out of thin air. I need to know what the last things he ingested were and if he suffered any blunt force trauma to the body or head.”

Dr. Frank Silva
Chief Medical Officer