Posted by Lieutenant Commander Dr. Solomon Kane (Research & Development) in Side-sim: When Disappointments Intersect

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Alexis Kane (Assistant Chief Medical Officer) in Side-sim: When Disappointments Intersect

Posted by Lieutenant Solal Segal (Oncology and Immunology) in Side-sim: When Disappointments Intersect
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The medical scanner would show that Achilleas had a skull fracture on the back of his head, a hematoma and brain swelling, as well as a ruptured C3 vertebrae. He wasn’t in good condition at all.

CSO Petrakos

Solal dropped the scanner, reached around, and stabilized Achilleas’ neck with his hands. “Computer… Forget the… Medical team… Transport… Two to… Sickbay.” He managed, his breathing getting worse. He’d hurt Achilleas. This was bad. Achilleas could die of this. He was sorry. He was sorry! He was sorry! The words kept repeating themselves in his mind.

He wanted to punch the wall again, he wanted to leave, get himself away from Achilleas, but he needed to keep Achilleas’ neck still. The ship’s system transported them both to sickbay. Once they had materialised there, he began weakly calling for a doctor.

~ Solal

Frigga had just finished her last appointment of the day and was thrilled to find her mom and the steak keeper coming through the door to get her. She ran over weaving circles around their legs, nudging their hands with her nose and then sitting down quietly.

That was until there was a shimmer if lights and the smell in the bay changed drastically informing her that something was very wrong. She barked sharply three times in warning.

Frigga

Alexis’ head snapped around as the lights shimmered and she moved into the center of the bay, snatching a tricorder off a table and knelt down next to them. “Solal, what happened?” She read the scans, “Get me a neck brace!” she called out to which ever nurse, doctor, or medical was nearby. “Prep the surgical frame. He has a fracture of the occipital and parietal bones. With a hematoma and brain swelling. Ruptured C3.”

“I didn’t… didn’t mean to,” Solal huffed, crying, having difficulty pulling in full breaths. “He was… helping me. His… skull..” he started to report, but Alexis had already done the scan herself.

Alexis took the neck brace and went to use it to stabilize Petrakos. “Solal, remove your hands.” She tried to pry Solal’s hands away. “Lt! Let go so I can stabilize him.”

Kane, AMO

Solal was still holding on, keeping Achilleas’ neck stable. He didn’t hear Alexis the first time. Touching his right hand caused him to wince lightly as she attempted to pry his hands away. The hand was discoloured and bruised. When she called him by rank he seemed to snap out of it enough to pull his hands away, sitting on the floor with a guilty, miserable expression on his face. What had he done?

~ Solal

He didn’t mean to? Solal had done this? She was reaching for her combadge when she heard Solomin call for security and then begin to question Solal.

Kane looked from the probe figure of the CSO to the figure kneeling beside him. He had to get him away from the patient and Alexis… immediately. He tapped his commbadge and said =/\= Security to my location. Combative crew member. =/\= He took a breath and looked at Solal. “Didn’t mean to?” His tone was argumentative and entirely pointed. As he spoke he moved slightly away, trying to draw Solal away from the unconcious CSO and Alexis. “Seriously? You don’t cave somebody’s skull in by accident. What’s the matter? Can’t control your temper? He made a crack about your mom, huh?” Kane’s voice dripped with condescension and sarcasm even as his body shifted ever so slightly, waiting for the Vulcan’s attention to be drawn to him and away from the pair on the floor.

Kane, R&D

Alexis muttered subvocally, the sound only picked up by the ear pieces. “Fathers,” she corrected absently even as she worked to stabilize Petrakos.

Solal was out of it, overwhelmed by emotion, his illness affecting his mind. “No… I can’t.” The sick Vulcan looked up at Kane, the ‘your mom’ comment having little effect on him. “I didn’t hit… him, if that’s what you think.” Some part of him knew Kane was simply distracting him using antagonistic methods, that logical part of him currently wasn’t in control of his actions. “I was upset… He was trying to stop me.” His words were separated by labored breaths.

He hadn’t yet moved from his spot on the floor next to Achilleas and Alexis. “That is what meditation is for… Not that you would understand that.” Solal said with his own frustrated disdain. “I can’t meditate. We knew my control… was failing. That something like… this, was possible.”

~ Solal

Solal was in the way and obviously unstable. She would have to call psychiatry after this. They couldn’t get Petrakos on the stretcher to move him to the surgical suite. “Yes, we did. And you were also told to report to psychiatry or myself if it became worse. We can not mediate symptoms of you do not report them.” Her tone was clipped, logical, calm. Everything Solal was not at the moment. “Now move so we can help him. You are not helping by just sitting there.” Alexis placed her hands on either side of Petrakos’ neck to stabilize it when they rolled him to slide the strtcher beneath him. They couldn’t do that though until Solal moved.

Kane, AMO

Kane moved to openly mocking him. He rubbed his eyes with his knuckles and made an exaggerated sad face. “Oh no, I can’t meditate, I can’t handle this, boo hoo I’m so sorry I probably killed my friend for trying to help me.” The last words were condescending and acidic coupled with a look of absolute disgusting. “No no, I get it. You Vulcans are all alike. ‘Logic is all-encompassing and the ultimate determination of action’… until you get just upset enough and then it’s fine if you lose control. Who cares that you probably killed him. Who cares that your little temper tantrum caused all this. God’s know you surely don’t. Caring is an emotion, and you aren’t allowed those.” He shook his head at Solal and crossed his arms on his chest. “Pathetic. I’m just sorry Petrakos there isn’t awake to see how much his friendship meant to you… which is nothing, judging by how you treated him. Again… pathetic. Might as well let him die so he doesn’t have to deal with you again.” and he took a small step back.

Kane, R&D

Solal’s look was one of pure horror. “Killed him?” He looked back at Alexis. “He’s not going… to die? He can’t!” He was about to reach out for Achilleas, not jostle him because even as confused as Solal was he knew that was bad, but set a hand on him, when Kane finished his tirade.

“Let him die? Let him die? No! His friendship…” Solal couldn’t admit it meant something because that would be unVulcanly of him. But it did mean something and the suggestion that it didn’t was rather inflammatory. The struggle between his desperate grip on logic, and his tendency towards emotion, was frustrating, deeply so. As if his two halves were trying to extricate themselves from each other.

It was this frustration that bubbled over and caused Solal to push himself up from the ground at last - having to take a step back to balance himself - and then swung the already bruised and swollen fist towards Kane, stepping into the swing.

~ Solal