Posted by Lieutenant Natasha Daye (Doctor) in Main Sim: Sickbay

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Nathaniel Harrison (Chief Medical Officer) in Main Sim: Sickbay
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Picking himself up from the deck, with what little dignity he could still muster, his eyes flashed rage before he managed to – barely – tamp it down. He had been spoken to with some disrespect at various points during his career, but never with such blatant and unveiled aggression… From a subordinate! His voice was tightly controlled as he took what calm steps he could on the rolling deckplates, stopping a dozen feet from her “You are relieved, Doctor. Report to your quarters, I’ll deal with you once this crisis has passed”

Harrison (CMO)

“You are relieving me because I did the job you couldn’t,” Daye asked in a neutral tone. “Stop a man that up until today has never shown or indicated any mental instability?” Natasha was furious inside. She wanted to throw the hypospray at him. They were in the middle of a red alert with the crew in need and he was worried about rule and regulations on how to speak to an officer. She opened her mouth to speak and then it hit her. She had served under a lot of officers that she either didn’t agree with or wasn’t on buddy terms with but never had she lost control in the middle of an emergency. That was when doctors pulled it together. When rank meant nothing and the only thing that mattered was making sure the patient was healed. So why was she not able to control her anger and frustration now? Looking around sickbay the one thing that seemed common everywhere was an underlying tension like the one she felt towards the CMO.

Holding up a finger towards the CMO she grabbed a medical tricorder off the floor and scanned herself. The display screen showed an expected but not a surprising result.
“Sir, I think something is affection our amygdala,” she turned the display screen towards him. “Why are we fighting? Why are any of us fighting,” she gestured around the room. “Look at my results. My adrenaline and noradrenaline are off the charts. My cortisol levels are low. For some reason, it seems my fight or flight response is in overdrive which would explain why he went after you,” Daye gestured to the man on the floor. “That man has a zero history of aggression and yet he went after you without a moment of hesitation. I bet if I scan him you are going to see the same results: high adrenaline and noradrenaline with low cortisol levels. This is why we are anxious which is leading us to fear and then the motivation to react accordingly.”

“Think about it. At least with me, I feel anxious and edgy and mad. I can’t tell you when it started but I know I am feeling it now,” she cracked her knuckles trying to focus and speak calmly when what she really wanted to do was rant and rave like a lunatic. “Permission to scan him, Sir,” she asked looking at the security guard at her feet. “If I am wrong then relieve me of duty and send me to psyche. If I am right maybe we can find a way to treat the people here with something besides a sedative.”

Lt. Natasha Daye medical

He ground his teeth together, wondering if this was some pathetic ploy on her part to try and remain on duty despite her outrageous remarks. He worked hard for several seconds to tamp down the rage that put adrenaline in his stomach and had his hand shaking slightly. He grabbed the tricorder he’d dropped in his scuffle with the security officer, running the probe over himself without taking his eyes off the Doctor he had an irresistable urge to physically throw through the doors. After a moment, he looked at his own readings, before gesturing two of the nurses to grab the unconscious security officer and put him back on the table. As they complied, he activated the scan terminal that rose up in its circular arc, closing over the officers mid-chest like a vice grip. He took a blood sample with a hypospray and docked the sample vessel with the top of the scanner platform, beginning a full microcellular analysis. He understood what he had seen on his own personal scan but knew that even medical tricorders were limited in their capacity for deep cellular scans. Still not addressing Daye, he waited for the full results.

Harrison (CMO)

The results corroborated Daye’s hypothesis of high adrenaline and noradrenaline with high cortisol levels in both himself and the Sec NE. The high cortisol corresponded with the increased flight or flight reactions among all the crew.

GM Nosferatu

OOC: Just fixing: high cortisol=high flight or fight

It was becoming difficult to concentrate. He brought his fist down on the side of the biobed as a focus for the rage he felt. It was a trick the Bolians had taught him as a boy. He gritted his teeth, focusing all of his energy on the situation at hand. He slapped open the cover on the trauma cart next to the biobed, his movement becoming less shaky as the ship inexplicably calmed a little. He turned back to the unconscious officer under the scanner terminal before him and placed the cortical inhibitor he had pulled out of the cart on the mans forehead. Tapping instructions directly into the unit, he followed up with a command string from the scanner, adjusting the field generated by the inhibitor to artificially reduce cortisol production. That should be sufficient to inhibit the reactions occurring in their brains. He ran a second scan on the patient to monitor its effects

Harrison (CMO)

There was a marked decrease in the cortisol levels. Having to use the inhibitor on each and every crew member would not be very efficient though.

GM Nosferatu

He grabbed two more inhibitors from nearby kits, programming each with identical settings. One he slapped on his forehead, the other he tossed at Daye, with a curt “Put it on!”. He felt the rage begin to subside rapidly as the inhibitor did its work. The question was, what was causing this issue and was it shipwide. He slapped his commbadge =^= Harrison to Science Lab 1, I need an analysis of the environmental controls run immediately. We may have a contaminant aboard affecting the crew. =^=

CMO

“My I suggest we give the people experiencing this 50mg of Impedrizine. There are not enough of these to go around,” Daye held up the equipment the CMO just tossed her. “While it is not going to stop the production of adrenaline, Impedrizine is a beta blocker which will block the effects of the hormone adrenaline. It also has the effect of making your heart beat more slowly and with less force, thereby reducing blood pressure. If we can keep everyone’s breathing and cardiac rhythms regular it will help with the outbursts no different than the physiological effects of deep breaths. You can’t be angry doing yoga. Resentful but not actively angry,” she suggested as she dosed herself waiting to see how well the shot would work. Almost immediately she felt at least her body relaxing. Her heart wasn’t pounding in her chest and she could think far more clearly. The effects would only last 12 hours but they were working.

Lt. Natasha Daye, medical

OOC: Whoa, here Kate:) You jump in way too fast without allowing others the chance to join in. I am looking for cooperation here between the different departments to find out what this is. Two; Impedrizine is used in Starfleet Medicine for plasma burns not psychosis like behavior/illness. Three; I am GM so I say whether something has the desired effect:)
It isn’t usually too wise to start injecting people with things without the research to find out what the underlying cause of something is. You really don’t want to tempt a GM<VEG>.

IC: Actually the dose of Impedrizine that Daye took would have no effect on her psyche unless it was placebolike. A scan by a tricorder would show no appreciable effect on either adrenaline or cortisol. Though it did appear to be reducing some inflammation she had in her knee. As it was usually used in burn treatments it was meant to reduce swelling and promote tissue regrowth.

GM Nosferatu