Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: Lost in Thought

Posted by Commander Roman Alden (First Officer & Chief Science Officer) in side - sim: Lost in Thought

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Rand looked concerned. It had been at least half an hour since he fell. It should be some better now. She ran her fingers over his neck and head again, giving the bump plenty of clearance. She got up and grabbed a towel from the bathroom and rolled it. Then she set her hands back on his neck, “I want you to lay down, on your left. That will help with your stomach and keep you from laying on the bump on your head.” She placed the rolled towel under his neck for support and to keep the spine in line. “I have to call Randy. You should be feeling some better, not completely but some. It shouldn’t be getting worse.” She flipped open her communicator. =C=Nurse Farquharson what’s your location?=C=

Rand ran her hands over his head and neck again, avoiding the bump. Nothing would feel broken, though the bump from falling was quite large by now. She left for a moment and came back with a towel and then returned her hands to his neck. Roman recognized it as supporting his neck. He didn’t argue with her, when she asked him to lay down, he pulled his feet up and did it, letting her tuck the rolled towel under his neck. He didn’t argue about calling Randy, either.

In sickbay Randy rolled his eyes, where did his sister think he was. And he was with a patient finishing up a round of inoculations. He gave the hypo and rubbed the spot on the man’s arm. “We’ll keep you for a few minutes to make sure there is no reaction and then you’ll be able to go.” Rand felt like it was forever before Randy answered her. =C=Hiding in a supply closet with the medical lab tech. How can I help you Yeoman Farquharson?=C= If she was going to be formal so could he. Then a static rhythm started in the connection 1…3…1…repeat. =C=I need your professional services.=C= Randy heard the pattern and felt horrible for being sarcastic with her. =C=On my way.=C=

Less than 5 minutes after that there was a knock on the door and Rand reached over and pressed the control for the door. Randy stepped in, expecting Rand to be curled up with her kelpie struggling to breathe, but instead she had one of her hands on Alden’s neck and shoulders to stabilize his neck and the other was holding an ice pack to the back of his head. He didn’t even get to ask. “He fainted and hit his head. He didn’t appear to have a concussion, not a severe one anyway, but he’s feeling worse rather than better.” Randy was already pulling the wand out of his tricorder. He moved Rand out of the way, and she moved to the other side of the bed. The glare he gave them both was enough to make naughty children squirm. It reminded Rand of their father. A man she never wanted to have upset with her. Worry, concern, frustration, and a twinge of anger in the frustration were swirling in Randy’s stomach, but at the same time a bit of awe for how Rand could handle this and not panic, but other…well time for that later. He began scanning Alden looking for the problem. “Cmdr can you tell me what happened?” Sure Rand told him, but he had to see how addled his thinking was.

Randy

It was a short time before there was a knock at the door. He started to look up as Randy entered but Rand had her hand on the back of his neck to keep it still, so he stopped. Her other hand held the ice pack against his head gently. He didn’t need to say anything, Rand explained it to Randy. Before she’d even finished, he was pulling out a medical tricorder and shooing her to the other side of the bed. Roman had to recount it again? What had he said the first time…? It took him a minute of thinking. He’d been… doing something. No, looking for something. Yes. “I was looking for…” What was it…? Something to drink. Tea! Yes, that was it! He forgot that he wasn’t supposed to be drinking tea so when he came up with the answer he didn’t hesitate to tell him. “Tea. I was looking for tea. Decaffeinated tea!” He paused for a moment and then, “and I got dizzy, and then… I was on the ground with Rand next to me.” Apparently he’d forgotten that he was already sitting up by the time Rand got to him.

~ Roman

Rand shook her head at Randy. That wasn’t quite right, and Roman hadn’t been so confused when she had asked him the same thing. Now she looked really worried. She didn’t say anything though in case it prompted him to change his answers.

“Cmdr I need to ask you a few questions. They will seem very annoying to you, but they will help me judge how hard you hit your head.”

Roman looked up at Randy and then twisted his head a little further to see Rand. They both looked worried. Was that not right? But it had to be, he was sure. “Okay.”

“What’s your full name?”

“Roman Alden of the Alden Estates. No middle name.” He’d never normally introduce himself that way but it was the way he was taught and it came out that way.

“What ship are we on and who is the commanding officer?”

“The USS Sentinel. Captain..” he almost said Carmichael. “Rogers. Shirley Rogers.”

“What is your rank and position?”

“Lieutenant Commander, I’m the first officer.”

“What is the current stardate?” Rand honestly didn’t know if Roman knew that even without hitting his head. They had been working so much the days even blended together for Rand.

Roman thought for a long time on that one, all his answers had taken a moment of thought, but this one took longer. “I… Well I don’t know, do I?” He couldn’t even come up with a day of the week to try. But like Rand thought, that was partially because they’d been working so much, doing the same thing every day.

Randy checked the tricorder to see what it had to say.

Randy

The tricorder was showing a moderate concussion with a bit of swelling in the brain and that was probably causing his confusion. There didn’t seem to be any bleeding in the brain and that was good. Roman was looking up at him as if waiting for his answer.

~ Roman