Posted by Lieutenant Elaine Janvier (Chief Medical Officer) in Commotion in the Holodeck (Sickbay)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Issac Forgrave (Chief of Security) in Commotion in the Holodeck (Sickbay)

Posted by Lieutenant Elaine Janvier (Chief Medical Officer) in Commotion in the Holodeck (Sickbay)
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It was a few minutes past 0800, the Alpha shift had just reported for duty. Unannounced, a transporter beam materialized two officers in the middle of the soon to be busy Sickbay.

Molly’s concern was to signal one of the many medical officers on shift. A nurse, a doctor, the CMO, Holloway didn’t care. She just wanted someone to help them.

Speaking to the first person in a teal uniform that she spotted, she said in a hurried tone, as she tried to make sure that Forgrave didn’t move too much. “Can we get some help here? We have an officer with possible broken ribs, needing immediate attention. Please.” The final words came in a more pleading tone. Molly knew that they were going to ask her what had happened, and now that Cal knew there was no point in lying. All she wanted was to make sure that the Security Ensign would be okay. After all, he was there because of her.

Capt. Holloway, CIO

Out of all the officers on Alpha shift the nearest had been the CMO who had just been about to retreat into her office after ensuring a smooth change of shift. “Broken ribs at this hour?” She brought her attention more fully onto the pair, her eyes skimming past Halloway and apprised Forgraves condition. “Place him on the biobed” she ordered, switching out the PADD in her hand for her medical tricorder.

Molly didn’t need to be told twice. Helping the injured Security officer as best as she could, Holloway prepared herself for the questioning that was about to come.

As Halloway helped Forgrave onto the biobed, Janvier took the moment to try and figure out who Sickbays latest visitors were. Forgrave was easy, it hadn’t been that long ago since she had cleared him for active duty. It seemed like it hadn’t taken long for him to find trouble. Halloway took a little more time since she had a stark aversion to being caught in Sickbay. In the time that Janvier had been aboard the Dresden, she could count on her hands the number of times she had encountered Halloway. But her apperance, was strinkingly familar, and she had such an aura about her that Janvier knew she should know who the other officer was.

That’s Halloway her brain eventually supplied, ending the question why the head of red hair was so familiar. How had Forgrave gotten wound up with her? A security officer, and the chief intelliegence officer coming in together at the start of shift. What had they been up to while half the ship was having it’s breakfast? “Captain,” Janvier moved forward, rejoining the pair, her arms now full with a small cluster of medical equipment she anticipated she would be needing. “What exactly happened?”

Lt. Janvier, CMO

With Forgrave in the biobed, Molly stepped aside to allow the Doctor enough room to work. “Ah… holodeck accident…” Holloway eyed the Security officer. She knew that if she didn’t tell Janvier the whole truth, he would tell it for her. Not to mention, the Doctor would probably remember that it was not the first time Holloway had come in to Sickbay presenting the same reason she had just given.

Roughly six months prior she had come in with what seemed to be a spear wound in her right thigh, and had been expeditiously patched up by Dr. Bailey. At the time, Medical had referred her to Counseling after the incident. This time it seemed that someone else had gotten injured instead.

“Right.” It was clear that the Doctor had some recollection of the incident as both Dr. Baileys superior and friend. Janvier’s voice was as flat as her expression. It was very apparent that the Holloway was going to have to give Janvier more than just ‘holodeck accident’.

“I was having trouble sleeping so I headed to the holodeck hoping to distract myself… while I was adjusting my program’s parameters I inadvertently triggered an intruder alert in Security, which in turn, prompted Mr. Forgrave here to check the situation. When he came in, part of my regular training program had been activated, but was not responding correctly. As such the uh… beings in my program attacked us… Mr. Forgrave was injured in the process.” If the word ‘guilty’ had been written across the Intel officer’s forehead it would have been less blatant than her current behavior.

“Has he recieved treatment of any kind?” Elaine asked, as she started scanning Forgrave. She was desperately trying to hold in the sigh as Molly recanted the story. After a year of Molly and her holodeck ‘accidents’ anyone in Sickbay knew it was a matter of time before someone else got hurt. However, after Charlie had referred Molly to Counselling, Elaine had hoped that that would be the end of it all.

“Sergeant Reyes, patched what she could…” Brianna Reyes was Harris’s yeoman and a trained combat medic. She had been who had brought Molly into Sickbay the previous time. “If I remember correctly, she said she had patched some of the cracks on Mr. Forgrave’s ribs, but he would still have to come here and see someone for the remaining ones…” If scanned, readings would show that Forgrave’s ribs numbers four and eight had been cracked but expertly patched with an osteo-regenerator, but ribs five, six, and seven were broken. His back would show the remnants of large claw marks that had been rudimentary tended to but would probably need to be checked again, as well as a large bruise on his right shoulder, indicative of deep tissue damage.

Holloway knew it was only a matter of time until Harris and Jersey walked through the Sickbay doors. Gulping silently, she held her stance, hands behind her back, allowing some space for the Doctor to work. She knew she had screwed up big time, but she was more afraid of the possibility of having injured someone than of Cal’s wrath.

Capt. Holloway, CIO

OOC: I think those were all the injuries that had been listed before, but of course, Will, feel free to add anything to the readings you feel appropriate. It is your character after all, so I don’t want to mess with him more than Molly already has. :P – Joana

OOC: Yes, I think that’s the whole list, at least barring any miscellaneous scrapes and such that don’t rate as important in comparison. And don’t worry! As a security officer, I fully expect Issac to suffer in the line of duty! - Will

“Well Sergeant Reyes has done a brilliant job with his ribs.” Elaine confirmed. She kept her eyes focused on Issac and not Molly as she read out the scan results slowly and clearly.” Two cracked ribs, treated. Three broken ribs. Damage sustained to back, consistant with claw marks, treated. Deep tissue damage on shoulder.” For a moment she kept quiet, keeping her hands busy finding one of her bone-knitters that was refined enough for her to repair the damage done to the Security Officers broken ribs. Ordinarily the Intelligence Officer intimidated the young doctor, but right now Janvier was far too upset about there being yet another holodeck incident that she was afraid if she looked Holloway in the eyes she would say something heated.

Despite his silence, Issac was paying attention to what both Janvier and Holloway were saying; or at least, trying to. His attention was pretty well split - though the painkillers Reyes had given him were still working, it had been a fairly conservative dose. And the unexpected jostle from the transport, combined with the further movement from getting into the biobed, was doing no favors for his screaming ribs. Issac was focusing hard on his breathing, and his tight face and mostly-closed eyes hinted at the pain he was trying to suppress.

The pressure to say something was getting weighing on the doctor, however, and she knew she just ‘had’ to say something. She took a deep, calming breath as she gathered her thoughts and said softly “Those injuries could have been yours. You were lucky that the computer alerted Security. You were lucky.” The doctor maintained her focus on her patient as she administered a strong pain killer. It would help dull the pain that would come when she started to stitch his broken bones back together again. “These programs you are using to help with your sleeping problems are dangerous. It was only a matter of time before someone else got hurt instead of you.”

Lt. Janvier, CMO

Molly remained in silence. Her eyes following the Doctor’s hands as she worked. She didn’t dare to say a word, instead she kept the stance of a guilty teenager who had just been scolded by their parents. Holloway didn’t really care whether she got hurt on the holodeck. Sometimes she wondered if pain was what she was looking for. She had always been an adrenaline seeker. It was almost like a drug, a feeling that made her forget momentarily the world she lived in. After the events of the previous mission, it felt as if the normal levels of adrenaline she had previously used to cope were not enough anymore. It was the hurting others that Molly had an issue with, and no matter how many times she assured others and herself that she never meant for it to happen, it didn’t change the fact that the Security Ensign was currently lying on a biobed.

Forgrave wasn’t sure what he had been hit with, but it helped. The sharp, piercing pain in his side quickly dulled to more of an ache; and he slowly eased the tension he had been holding in his chest. He kept his focus on his breathing, but willed his face to relax and his eyes to open fully; almost immediately wincing from the bright lighting in the sickbay. He continued to hold his tongue; a large part of him wanted to shout his agreement with the CMO’s quiet, condemning words, but he had already said his piece to Holloway - nothing was to be gained by him on that path. Instead, he focused on the doctor, nodding gratefully to Janvier.

Ensign Issac Forgrave, Security

Elaine gave Forgrave a soft smile, a return of sorts to his nod. Noting that the painkiller was beginning to take effect, the doctor set about on healing the worst of his ribs. She tried to be as gentle as she could with her movements knowing that even with all the painkillers he had been given, that the process was still going to hurt. The pain would be more tolerable but there. “Let me know if it hurts too much,” she said gently as she started working on repairing the worst of the damage to his ribs.

Lt. Janvier (CMO)

“Yes Ma’am.” Issac voiced his agreement, but he was focused on himself more than his surroundings. He held no real thoughts of telling Janvier to stop; regardless of how painful it might get - he didn’t want to interrupt the delicate work. As well, pride was a factor. Though Issac worked to ignore that little voice, he couldn’t always silence it - that was a trait that he had inherited all too much of from his late father. Instead, he consciously willed himself to relax, releasing the tension that he instinctively held in his body in an effort to protect himself from further injury. From experience, he had learned that though it may be difficult to do so, it almost always ended up being less painful.

Ensign Issac Forgrave, Security

In a futile attempt at introspection, Molly let her thoughts wonder as Janvier spoke to Forgrave. As her focus came back to the present, Holloway looked around sickbay for a moment, before pulling up a nearby chair from an empty biobed and sitting down. She felt horribly guilty. She wanted to apologize to the Security officer, and yet, it felt incredibly awkward to do so. Finally, in a soft tone, Molly turned to the Doctor. “Do you mind if I stay here? It’s the least I can do, but I want to make sure I’m not in your way.”

Capt. Holloway, CIO

At that moment, Harris and Reyes walked into SickBay. Reyes was immediately to Harris’ left, perfectly in step with the elder Marine. They appeared to be deep in conversation as they entered but wrapped the discussion as they were about have way across the room. Making a beeline to Holloway, Harris raised an eyebrow “How’s he doin’ Mol’s?” The Marine asked exhaling slowly.

Harris, CO

Bump

“He’s substained some substancial damage to his upper torso and back. He’ll be feeling a little stiff for the next couple of days but I expect he’ll recover fully, sir.” Janvier set aside the bone-knitter when Halloway didn’t immediately respond. “Sergeant Reyes has done a good job treating him before he got here.” she nodded to said officer, thanking her non-verbally.

Letting the senior officers talk amongst themselves she focused back on doing what she could to repair the damage done to Forgrave. Even with all the work she was doing to repair the damage, repairing damaged broken ribs took time and the Security Ensign was going to have to take a couple of days off until they were no longer so fragile and the risk of re-breaking them was no longer immediate.

Lt. Janver (CMO)

Issac’s mind latched onto the phrase ‘substantial damage;’ tossing it around and fixating on it. ‘Recover fully’ got a warmer reception; though it still raised questions of bed rest and convalescence. Issac would never pretend to know himself as well as the archetypal monk, but he knew he did poorly with too much time on his hands - he hated to feel useless.

He tried to shake that feeling off before it managed to settle in; with mixed success. He felt the adrenaline fading as well; the painkillers were magnifying the crash that was starting to make its presence known. In hindsight, Issac knew that it was a real possibility that he was lucky to be alive - if he’d been a hair slower… but he was alive. Banged up, sure; but alive and whole. Along with Jo’Han and Holloway. And if anyone had to get hurt.... Issac wasn’t one to believe that his life was worth less than anyone else’s… but he knew he could live with it; so to speak. It was part of the reason Security had appealed to him - defense and protection of others.

Ensign Forgrave, Security

Dr Janvier, slowly put the bone knitter away placing it back on her tray with the other medical instuments. “Ensign,” she said softly, interrupting his thoughts, “Can you put your arms up like this…” she demonstrated lifting her arms up and away from her body and sucking in half a breath, “…and hold it for a minute? I want to tape your ribs for extra support.” the position wasn’t going to be an easy one to hold, given the number of ribs she had just repaired, but it would hold them in place until the newly repaired bones were able to do so themselves.

Lt. Janvier, CMO

Dutifully, Issac imitated the medical officer; hesitantly raising his arms above his head. Careful observation would show he was stifling a grimace; his eyes were half shut and he was taking shallow breaths.

Ensign Forgrave, Security