Posted by Gamemaster Deus Ex Machina (GM) in The Art of Psycho-therapy…Sickbay after meeting with Rogan....When the past doesn’t match the present… or the future

Posted by Fleet Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in The Art of Psycho-therapy…Sickbay after meeting with Rogan....When the past doesn’t match the present… or the future
“What happened,” Lauren said seeing the entourage enter sickbay. “Bed three,” she motioned with her hand to Ian carrying the Ensign from operations in his arms as she grabbed a PaDD. The image of Rinker in sickbay following them stopped her from reacting immediately. The psychiatry chief was not unknown in the medical units but sightings of him were rare. Unless it was one of his patients or a red alert tirage situation, he tended to stick to the counseling suites.

“Possible slip and fall.” Rinker offered half heatedly. He didn’t think it was that in the slightest.

“On a moving laser saw,” she looked at the injury wide-eyed. A compound fracture wasn’t necessarily an uncommon injury. It happened now and again but almost exclusively in the security or marine forces where things like broken bones from terrain or impacts were common. It did not tend to be in the operations division of food services. Looking at the clock and the prior message, it did not take Lauren long to jump to a conclusion.

“Is she from the brig? I got your call about cortical scanners. I was on my way to install them in the cells as requested.” Moving to the edge of the biobed area Lauren waited glancing back over her shoulder once at Jessa’s space with the two guards posted at her door. “Do you need me here or installing the scanners,” she asked Rinker. It was a rhetorical question. Rinker could easily treat the woman as well as any doctor in sickbay. The question was if he wanted to be a doctor or not.

“I’m fine, you take care of the install.” Rinker shook her off. “I’ll take care of it.” He was better suited dealing with Jessa if something went awry anyways. He waved a medical tricorder over the leg. He shook his head, it was a far worse fracture than any mis-step would have caused. An outside doctor might have missed it, what other explanation could it be. A person’s first guess wouldn’t be a malicious telepathy punched at a security officer’s foot.

Lauren tapped the device on her hand a few times contemplating what was happening. It had been a busy day in medical. While Ian and Rinker would not have been informed yet, the Marines had limped back after taking the shuttle. A few were lost, most had some form of injury that needed treatment, and one was in critical. If Rinker was calling for cortical scanners the man was working on a theory.

Putting down the PaDD, Jessa moved from her bedto the edge of her door. Ian had left about an hour ago to meet Rinker and talk to Rogan. Since then, she had had a hard time concentrating. Everything was riding on the meeting and how it went. Hearing the commotion meant he was back. Stepping out of the door, she watched Ian, Lauren, and Rinker talking around a biobed. They seemed to be tense but every adult was tense on this ship about one thing or another. Although this was a sickbay, since she had arrived, there were virtually no people in it except her, Kelly, the three doctors, and her goon squad. Jessa opened her mouth to call out for Ian but was interrupted by a scream.

“Ahhh,” the Ensign groaned hitting her head against the pillow a few times and squinting her eyes trying to deal with the pain. “God this hurts worse than any sprain I have ever had from rolling my ankle.” Everything happened so fast, the last thing she remembered before the blinding pain was the sensation of tripping. The floor had been completely clear so it was a logical, albeit the wrong assumption on the Ensign’s part. Looking up at Rinker, she clenched her teeth hard talking through them. “Commander I don’t know how I did this but I feel so stupid.”

Ian Bordeaux

“I’ll take care of the pain.” He placed a neuroblock at the calf so no pain messages would travel. But as an added bonus, he gave her a little hit of Hydromorphone, she wouldn’t feel any pain.

The grimace melted from tension to relaxed and smiling. “Wow you are were not kidding,” she sighed deeply completely relaxed. “You know the more I think about it, maybe it was the invisible block.” She adjusted the sleeve on her shirt as she talked. “My mom used to call it that. You know when you seemed to trip on something and there was nothing there but you still fall flat on your butt or in my case ankle.”

“It wasn’t your fault. I think there was an outside factor. I’ll watch the video.” He was certain he would see the sudden shift of forces on the leg that certainly couldn’t be explained by a mis-step. “And don’t get too excited, I’ll get this fixed right up. I’ll give you a couple of days off cause I’m a nice doctor, but no lollygagging. You probably could do cartwheels on this tomorrow.”

She let out a laugh. “You are a nice doctor and mum is the word on the days,” she made a gesture as if locking her mouth and throwing the key away.

Rinker worked efficiently. It wasn’t a complex injury or difficult medicine. He did take care to be certain he didn’t miss anything and checked three times to be certain he did everything right. He couldn’t remember when he had to fix a broken ankle and some torn ligaments. Nasty injury 300 years ago, now it was a half an hour under a bone re-generator a few minutes of a tissue knitter and a day of rest.

Rinker

Something was going on and Jessa had a funny feeling in her tummy that it was not good. Jessa had thought hearing both their voices meant both men were coming to talk to her. Instead, they seemed to be focusing on something else.Ian hadn’t popped his head in to her room yet devoting all his attention to Lauren, Rinker, and the person on the bed. As much as she was on edge around Ian, he was becoming a stable person in her day to day. Rinker had said he was a doctor but she had never seen him in sickbay even after she had gotten hurt. Chewing on her nail she let her stare drift from Rinker and followed Ian and Lauren who were across the room talking. As nice as O’Neill, the doctors, and Ian were to her, they also were very clear that she was not to roam the room and to remain in the space designated for her. With O’Neill talking to someone on his comm in the corner, Reese getting coffee, and everyone’s attention elsewhere Jessa had a small opportunity to move about unnoticed. Moving slowly, she came up behind Ian and Lauren who had stepped away from Rinker and the patient.

“Hey be careful when you go down there. We are pretty sure he hurt her. Rogan is a sociopath. I would suggest anesthetizing them if you need to get into the cell. I think O’Neill is setting that up,” Ian spoke in a low tone rubbing his jaw feeling a thin layer of stubble under his fingers. The past few days were starting to take a toll on him. He hadn’t slept in his bed in almost half a week opting to sleep in chairs alternating the hours between Kelly and Jessa. Every move Kelly made, caused Ian to fly awake eager to make sure she was still fine. Sitting with Jessa caused him to nod off since the kid did her best to avoid him causing them to often sit in silence. Making a mental note to shave during his next five minute shower, he let out a deep exhausted breath through his nose. Woman sighed. Men tended to just deeply exhale.

Hearing Ian’s words felt like a gut punch to Jessa. The meeting definitely had not gone the way she prayed it had. Both Ian and Rinker had expressed concerns about her seeing the Elders. If something had happened to back up those fears, she would never get a chance to see them. Fear and frustration began to bubble over in her body. Triffing hell Rogan. What did you do, she thought angrily to herself. She had just been winning over thier trust and now Jessa was going to have to force them to let her see the Elders. Since asking hadn’t worked, there was only one other way Jessa knew how to make it happen. “So that is how you are objective,” Jessa snapped from behind him. “You said you were going to talk to him. Really talk and listen but as usual you are just close minded and forcing your preconceptions on us!”

Hearing Jessa’s voice made Ian move from his spot talking to Lauren. He closed the gap between him and Jessa in two long, purposeful strides. Anger, frustration, and exhaustion were taking its toll on him like everyone else. “This,” he leveled a finger at Jessa, “is not your business.” Flicking his finger to the right, he pointed back at her area in sickbay. “Go. Don’t make me ask twice.”

Jessa took a step back as Ian approached her. She was not exactly scared of Ian but his posture and tone indicated the man was not in a good mood. Finding her balance, Jessa straightened her shoulders and pressed the point. “Not my business,” she snapped. “How is being held hostage here not my business. What did you do to him?” She had to push Ian to the point of no return like she had with the large green alien. Everyone had a breaking point. When Ian reached his, he would drag her back to the brig like Mardusk did. As much as she didn’t want to sit in that cell again, it was her duty to be with the Elders.

“Jessa,” Ian’s voice barked out with the full authority years of being in command had taught the. “I told you not to make me ask twice. If you don’t get your ass back in that room you are not going to like me in the next sixty seconds so move or you will not sit down when you get there.” Somewhere deep inside, Ian knew this was not the right approach but Jessa was not a junior officer and did not have to comply with his request. She was his kid and he had had enough talking and cajoling for one day.

Absently she looked over at Rinker before looking back at Ian. The sharp tone to his voice and the unwavering, penetrating stare Ian was giving her made every instinct in Jessa want to comply with his order. While she profusely denied that she was just a child, Jessa was intelligent enough to understand Ian was the adult. This was also not the first time she had been in trouble with an adult. She did not think Ian would hit her but she had to keep pushing. That was the only way he was going to snap and take her down to the brig. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her chin a bit higher. “Make me,” she said tensing her body.

Grabbing her arm, Ian clamped down on her bicep and began to walk Jessa back to her room. “I told you to not make me ask twice.”

Jessa felt her feet leave the ground and her stomach twist into a knot as Ian jerked her off her feet and back towards the small area they had designated for her. It took only a second for her to realize they were going in the wrong direction. Instinct took over as she tried to plant her feet forcing Ian to half drag her. “We are Elders. We would not hurt any…one,” she yelled as Ian whipped her around to look at the woman with the broken ankle.

“Then how do you explain this,” Ian replied in a firm tone.

Ian Bordeaux and Jessa Novar