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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Elbbirt nodded, “Oh I know how that goes, but these scans tell me you haven’t been eating, sleeping, barely drinking. I could believe that fur ball was underfoot, but you fell because you’re ill. No other reason.” He looked at the side table. “More juice and then water. I’ll see if Chef will make soup. His stomach isn’t going to handle anything solid with how hard he hit his head.” Then he pulled Randy aside. Randy could only confirm that he had been treating Alden on a mental health level during the whole thing. That he had warned both of them to take care and checked frequently, but Elbbirt wasn’t happy. He didn’t blame Randy, but he turned a glare on Rand. He blamed her and Alden. Undertaking such a crazy schedule for a project. “You know Command is like a giant toddler throwing a temper tantrum all the time. If you always give in they expect unrealistic results. And you both bought into it.” Then he approached Rand, wand in hand and began scanning her. “Don’t you dare get up to go get juice and soup. Oh I know all about you young lady. You’re barely lucky it wasn’t you on that floor.”

Roman looked away. He knew Elbbirt didn’t understand, he wasn’t sure he would even if Roman explained the truth. He had to finish that project. Despite falling because he hadn’t been eating and now all this, he still did not actually feel like eating. And he still didn’t feel like he could sleep, injured brain or no.

Rand had in fact been getting up to leave to avoid this. She had been sleeping and eating more than Roman had. But not to make him feel guilty she’d eaten almost as little as him, and only ate what she offered him. What she knew he would at least attempt to try. “Well you aren’t dehydrated at least....” but the adrenaline levels in her system were concerning and so was her erratic pulse rate. “Well young lady you will be coming off of leave and going directly on medical leave for at least 2 days. And you Cmdr until the swelling begins to go down. So that meds bed rest for you both.” Elbbirt looked far too happy about it and then turned to Randy. “Might want to move your sister. And a mild sedative for these results.” Now if he had been an unprofessional man he might have indicated that Rand and Alden wouldn’t sleep if left together for more amorous reasons, but Elbbirt was above saying such things, but the thought did make him chuckle mentally.

Rand did NOT want a sedative, Randy knew it, but he knew it was probably best. “Well children, I’m done here. You’ll have Randy to take care of you and I’ll be back this evening to check your head again. Don’t make me clear sickbay to make room for you two.”

Elbbirt

Roman hated bed rest. He did not want to spend two or more, depending on the swelling in his head, days in bed. But he still had no energy or will to fight about it and there was none of his usual complaining. Instead he deflated into his spot with a soft unhappy sigh.

~ Roman

Ellbirt left and Randy just stood there staring at them. “Don’t make me regret leaving you alone for 15 minutes,” then he left. He wasn’t gone long and returned with a tray. He set food on the table and made Rand go eat it. Then he pulled a chair over and sat next to Alden. “Alright you have to eat. I know you probably don’t feel like eating, but it’s eat or an IV. So let’s see if you can sit up and then you have a choice.” Randy helped, if he needed it, to sit up. The choices were soup, a smoothie, jello, pudding, yogurt. All light and shouldn’t upset his stomach.

Roman really didn’t feel like eating. His stomach was still churning just from the head injury and he really wasn’t in the mood. But he didn’t want an IV either so he started to try and sit up. The action made him really dizzy and he ended up needing a little help from Randy. The choices all were light, non-solid foods. Roman picked the yogurt and then started mindlessly mixing it with a spoon.

“Bed rest isn’t all that bad. Basically no lifting or bending over or anything requiring intense concentration, until you can stand up without getting dizzy. Once the swelling starts to go down you’ll be cleared. That could be tomorrow if you don’t push it.” Randy leaned forward, elbows to knees and stared at him. “Seriously, alright. You scared the hell out of us. You could have really gotten hurt.” Then he sat up and turned around, “Miranda don’t you dare try to sneak out of here. You’re going to bed too.”

Roman gave another soft sigh. Again, normally, he would’ve argued, but that day he just didn’t have his normal fight in him. It wasn’t strict bed rest like it had been for his leg but it still meant he’d have nothing to do but sit around and think and that was exactly what he didn’t want. Then Randy leaned forward and Roman found himself locking eyes with him. “I… I won’t. But I can’t sleep.” He knew getting rest would be good for his head.

“I’m not taking it Randy.” She stood where she’d been contemplating sneaking out until Randy left. She moved over to sit on the bed, crossed her arms and glared at him. Randy shrugged, “Well see. Why did you want a Scottish coffee first thing in the morning anyway?” Rand didn’t say anything and Randy looked at Alden to see if he might shed some light on it.

Randy

Roman glanced between her and Randy. She really didn’t seem to want to talk about it with him. “She wanted to sleep. You were right, she worries too much about me. Sorry.” He hadn’t succeeded in eating much yogurt. Maybe a spoonful altogether.

~ Roman