Posted by Lieutenant Commander Alexis Bonner (Assistant Chief Medical Officer) in Side sim: Milling about

Posted by Lieutenant Achilleas Petrakos (Scientist) in Side sim: Milling about

Posted by Lieutenant Solal Segal (Oncology and Immunology) in Side sim: Milling about
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Solal was a happy memory for him? That made Solal undeniably happy. He tried to suppress it though. He needed to maintain his control. He glanced away from Achilleas, studying the table and empty glass. “Even full-blooded Vulcans who do the Kolinahr have emotions. All Vulcans have emotions ‘under the surface’.” But they had better control than he did. Then again, he hadn’t even been taught by a Vulcan. “I don’t struggle with such things, when my control isn’t affected by external factors.” It was a bold faced lie, of course, and Achilleas would likely know it. Solal always struggled with his emotions. A lot. He just denied it, it was why he avoided counselors. He still hadn’t met Achilleas’ gaze again.

Achilleas let the denial go. This wasn’t exactly the time to call out a friend on their BS and it wasn’t the point he was trying to make anyway. He just hoped that his sincerity would get some traction for his point instead of devolving into an argument.

Achilleas looked at Solal in earnest and noticed that his distress seemed to be increasing and his breathing wasn’t getting better. Perhaps this topic wasn’t the most relaxing to have and he should have kept things calmer. “Hey you’re not looking so good. Just focus on my voice and try to relax. I’m going to keep talking about inconsequential things but let that wash over you.”

Sci Petrakos

“I’m fine!” Solal snapped, frustratedly. His frustration seemed to evaporate quickly and he then went, “Sorry.” Achilleas was trying to help. Solal did not want to shout at his friend for that. Solal was not anxious, but losing control of his emotions and becoming frustrated and angry. Even so, Achilleas seemed to be helping as Solal nodded and closed his eyes, trying to focus. He tried to pull in a deep breath, but instead found himself coughing into his elbow. Then he tried to relax, resuming the same troubled breathing pattern.

~ Solal

Achilleas didn’t get upset or angry at Solal’s outburst. He wasn’t an empath but he could feel the frustration radiating off of Solal. He was incredibly close to calling for Doctor Bonner but he didn’t want to further upset him. If his breathing didn’t improve in the next few minutes then he would do so regardless of Solal’s feelings. Hypoxia would have a much more detrimental effect the longer it was left untended. He shifted a little closer on the couch and began to rub Solal’s back in an attempt to further calm him and help. At the same time he watched Solal closely to see if his condition changed, specifically with color change to his lips.

Sci Petrakos

Achilleas’ actions seemed to help. Solal’s eyes stayed closed and he began to relax into the couch. His breathing did not improve. He was lucky it wasn’t getting worse. His lips looked normal, at first, and then the colour changed, the regular colour becoming less vibrant, tinged with a coppery color. Signs of lack of oxygen for a Vulcan. “What happened… To talking… about things?” Solal asked, eyes still closed. He surprised himself, the way he was missing the conversation.

~ Solal

Achilleas tried to keep a mild expression on his face, not that Solal could see with his eyes closed, as well as a calm inflection to his voice. “I want to keep a conversation going but you’re starting to get hypoxic. I’m going to call Doctor Bonner now and you’re not going to object or get stressed out. Just keep relaxing and try your best to get oxygen in.” How well Solal followed those particular directives remained to be seen, but he tapped his badge regardless.

If it was that bad, Bonner likely already knew. But Solal still tensed and shook his head slightly, eyes popping open. “I’m fine… I don’t get… stressed.”

=/\=Petrakos to Bonner, I have Solal Segal visiting in my quarters and his breathing isn’t doing well. He got terribly winded looking for me and hasn’t been able to catch his breath. Currently hypoxia is setting in as his lips are shifting to a coppery color.=/\=

Sci Petrakos

Bonner was already on her way. The continuous monitor Solal wore had already alerted her to a problem. =/\=I’m almost there. He needs to recline back, if he isn’t, to keep the air way open and allow more oxygen in.=/\=

Under 2 minutes later the door opened, on a medical override, and Bonner entered the room. She knelt down on the floor and opened her kit. In quick precise movements she had a mask over his face and a canister clicked into place and the medicine filled the space. She set the oxygen level high to get more into his system. Then she flipped open her tricorder and moved the scanner over him. “Slow breaths, Solal. Get the medicine into your lungs.”

Solal had already been reclined, still laying back with his head on the couch’s arm rest. In a quick moment a mask was placed over his face, uncomfortably pressing into his skin. Then he heard the click of the med canister. He nodded to Bonner. “Was hoping… It’d fix itself.” He said in the mask, his words muffled by it. “I was… lightheaded… too.”

The scanner showed more of the same. His body was attacking his lungs, hence the breathing fit. It was lucky it wasn’t worse. His oxygen saturation had dropped pretty low, but that was no surprise given the signs of hypoxia. His heart rate was high as well.

Bonner nodded, “Your O2 is very low. That would explain the light headedness. And it appears your lungs have become a new target.” She reached into her kit again and started preparing a cocktail of meds to counteract the attack.

She looked at Petrakos, “How long since it started?”

Bonner, AMO

Solal’s breaths began to deepen and ease after a moment as the meds helped his lungs open up. He wanted to answer the question but the truth was he wasn’t sure how long it had been. And the air finally really getting in felt good.

~ Solal

Achilleas had moved out of the way so Bonner could more easily get to Solal. Now that a professional was here to take the lead on treatment, his calm demeanour was replaced with worry and anxiety. It took a couple heartbeats for him to realize that Alexis was looking at him and asked a question.

“Oh! The hypoxia started setting in three minutes and seventeen seconds ago. The labored breathing has been for about twenty-two minutes. When I noticed he was having difficulty initially, I uh, picked him up and carried him here from the psychology wing.” Achilleas answered concisely and at an unhurried pace to make sure he didn’t stumble over his words or leave anything out.

Sci Petrakos

“In future if the attack lasts more than 5 minutes call medical.” She looked at Solal, “22 minutes is far too long to wait. Have him sit, don’t move him, it makes the body work harder.”

Bonner, AMO

Achilleas nodded in acceptance. “Most of that time he was reclined on my couch. I will definitely be more proactive if this happens again despite his protests. I’m sure you’re aware of how stubborn he can be.” He smiled softly at Solal to try and soften that statement. True though it may be he didn’t want to proverbially kick his best friend when he was down. “All of this is new to me since I’ve just returned. Is there anything else I should be looking out for when we have future visits?”

Sci Petrakos