Posted by Lieutenant Todd Nyman (Chief Counselor) in [DIPINC] The Medical Suite

Posted by Ensign Saoir (Transporter Chief/Security) in [DIPINC] The Medical Suite

Posted by Commander Oliver Loughty (Executive Officer) in [DIPINC] The Medical Suite
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Loughty and Saoir were directed to the medical suite. It would be a while before Nyman returned from helping Kerax in the main medical bay. There was still no direct mention of any promise to reunite them with their remaining crew members.

The room was designed to be a private treatment area for officers, and to accommodate long–term recovery. It was rather comfortable, with a warmer color palette brought out more by the calm, steady lighting. Blankets, changes of clothes, and even a few snacks and sweets remained out and accessible. It seemed like a time capsule of how the ship must have been before.

[OOC: You can add more stuff here in between if you would like.]

Todd came in, not even attempting to shift back into a human form before unceremoniously tossing himself onto one of the beds in exhaustion.

“I’m sorry, Commander,” he said, with a heavy sigh, “About my appearance, I mean. There are certain procedures that are easier to do in this form. That, and it could be considered rude to remain… you know. She is recovering well, though.”

|Lt. Nyman, Chief Counselor|

Oliver watched as Todd, in his non-human form, settled onto the bed. The weariness etched in his features, even through the strange appearance, mirrored Oliver’s own sense of exhaustion. This room, with its old comforts and hints of a different era, made him feel as though he were in another world—a preserved relic amidst the chaos outside.

He glanced around the space, taking in the details, a fleeting reminder of the stability he’d once taken for granted on the Leviathan. The blankets neatly folded, the colors warmer than most medical facilities, and the small comforts lying around felt almost surreal. He wondered briefly how long it had been since this room had last been used for rest rather than recovery. Even Todd’s presence—familiar yet odd in his current form—felt oddly grounding.

“Don’t worry about the appearance,” he said softly, giving a tired smile. “Right now, I’ll take what I can get, and I’m just grateful for the updates.” He hesitated, debating whether to press for information about the rest of the crew, but chose to let it lie for the moment. They were in a strange, precarious position, and pressing too hard, he knew, could push them over an unseen edge.

Looking back at Todd, he asked, “So, she’s stable? I know I’m not the one to say this, but it sounds like you’ve done a lot for her already. Thank you.”

Commander Oliver Loughty
Executive Officer
USS Leviathan

Todd let out quick series of clicks, registering as a laugh through the translator.

“Oh, it was nothing, really. Anything to help.”

Saoir stepped into the medical suite, the adrenaline from his recent fight still running through his veins. He felt every bruise, every scrape, the aches settling in now that the tension was slipping away. His muscles were sore, and the bruises beneath his uniform hinted at the toll of the skirmish, yet he wore his victory like a shield, proud and unyielding, very much unlike a Kelpien.

He took in the room, assessing the scene before him. The warm lights cast soft shadows over every surface, from the piles of blankets to the table with small luxuries scattered across it, snacks and sweets as if they had never left the mess hall.
He spotted Todd sprawled across one of the beds, and a bit further off, Commander Loughty sat, looking worn but collected. “Todd, Commander… I didn’t know if I’d see either of you again.” His voice transitioned from the gruff edge of combat giving way to sincerity.
He looked between them, a sense of gratitude settling over him. After the fight and the uncertainty, finding them both here felt like more than he’d dared hope for.

Ensign Saoir
(Transporter Chief/Security)

Todd sat more upright, curling his arms beneath him. Tilting his head slightly as he focused in on his crewmate,

“You’re injured,” he said, the concern clear in his voice. He stood up, and began rummaging around in different drawers and cabinets around the room.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t stay,” he apologized, seemingly to both of them at once. “I should have, you shouldn’t be that ones who have to… deal with all this mess. And I haven’t been the most helpful, either.”

Finally, he found what he was looking for in the drawers. He practically glided across the room toward the Ensign. He handed a small device to Saoir, a Romulan version of a dermal regenerator. In another arm he held out a hypospray,

“This one should help you with any pain or tension.”

|Lt. Nyman, Chief Counselor|

Oliver nodded as Saoir entered, feeling a quiet relief settle over him at the sight of his crewmates gathered here. It was a surreal moment, surrounded by remnants of a calmer era while everything outside seemed to fracture under pressure. This room, with its warmth and quiet comforts, felt almost sacred in a way—each of them grasping for a semblance of normalcy amid the chaos.

He watched as Todd moved gracefully to retrieve supplies for Saoir, noticing the gentle care in his movements despite his own evident fatigue. At Todd’s apology, Oliver shook his head, lifting a hand in a subtle gesture of reassurance.

“Don’t blame yourself, Todd,” he said softly. “We’re all dealing with more than anyone should have to handle. You’ve done more than enough just by getting here and keeping us on our feet.”

His gaze shifted to Saoir, taking in the remnants of combat etched on his face and the quiet exhaustion in his stance. “And, Saoir… seeing you here? It’s good to be reminded of what we’re fighting for. I’ve spent too many hours worrying about where everyone ended up, so to have both of you here now? It’s more than I could have hoped for.”

He looked down, exhaling as if he could release some of the weight that had built up over days of endless survival. For the first time, he felt the possibility of some small victory in simply being together again, even if it was only for a short reprieve.

Commander Oliver Loughty
Executive Officer
USS Leviathan