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

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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Roman let the door open and walked in, forgetting to knock first. When he entered, Rand looked beet read and Roman was suddenly curious what Elbbirt might’ve said to her. But he didn’t ask, it wasn’t his business. “Do you need a little longer? I can… er, take another lap?”

~ Roman

Elbbirt shook his head, “All done. Another day off and I think she’ll be fine.” Randy walked over to her and his look made her start crying. Randy looked at Roman, making sure it was okay to take Rand out. The tables had turned a little, but Randy knew things had changed, in a good way, but that Alden knew what Rand needed better than he did now.

Roman nodded to Randy, it would upset her, but it was necessary. He’d prefer her be there for him, too, but… At least it wasn’t Sickbay. It was only Elbbirt. He took a deep breath. It was more important that Rand and Randy get the chance to talk.

Rand wouldn’t go at first. Roman hated doctors, she couldn’t go, she promised. She had to do better than she did with Seanair, Roman meant to much to her. Randy spoke quietly too her, finally getting her moving toward the door.

Elbbirt looked at Alden clapped his hands and rubbed them together, “Alright Cmdr your turn!”

Elbbirt

Rand glanced back at Roman, if he even looked like he might ask her to stay she’d grow glue on the bottom of her feet. But he didn’t, and so Randy was able to lead her out and next door.

Elbbirt looked way too cheerful, and Roman stole one last glance at Rand. No arguing… Roman would just about explode. He sat on his bed with a grouchy expression and looked up at Elbbirt. “Right, right, fine… Let’s get on with it.”

~ Roman

Elbbirt chuckled and did his initial scan and confirmed what he already knew. “Young man, if you look at Rand like your looking at me right now, after getting to spend the afternoon in her lovely company, you’ll shatter her self esteem. In my day, an afternoon with such a delightful young lady would make me anything but grumpy.”

Roman turned a shade of soft red and avoided eye contact with Elbbirt. “Afternoons with Rand don’t make me ‘grumpy’, doctors do. And she knows that,” he said, though his voice was quieter than usual.

Elbbirt didn’t respond but he was grinning behind his tricorder. Ah to be young again.

“You are…very hydrated, and your blood sugar looks good. Still some nutritional deficiencies. Food will take care of that, unless you’d rather a hypo infusion.” He made a tsking sound several times. “How are you feeling? You went walking around, all the way to sickbay it seems.”

Non argumentative and cooperative. Roman could do this. “Whichever you think is more beneficial,” Roman forced himself to say, as neutrally as possible, to the food or hypo nutrients option. “My head is pounding and it has been since…” he turned a bit red again, “this afternoon, my mind feels foggy and I still can’t focus without making the symptoms worse. I’m also still getting dizzy when I stand, but it’s not as bad as before.” It was awkward for him, to be so honest, not arguing or hiding symptoms.

“Well looking at how well your numbers are doing, I’d rather you keep doing what you’ve been doing. Eat and drink regularly. You seem to be doing just fine with that on your own. I see no reason to interfere.” Elbbirt also had a feeling if he started giving Alden hypos Rand would have a fit and stop eating worrying over the man.

Elbbirt spent several minutes asking Alden very annoying questions to determine how his cognition was with the concussion. Maybe even pushing the bounds to see if Alden would return to his usual argumentative self.

Roman answered each and every question with as little attitude as he could muster. His answers weren’t slow anymore, but there were still a few gaps in his memory. No new memory gaps. His answers to the questions would be indicative that he was getting better but still had a ways to go.

Finally Elbbirt stopped and pointed a finger at him. “Now Cmdr what is going on? Do you suddenly like me and doctors in general? You are acting very out of character.”

“Well I’m glad to see your eating and drinking, but I’m afraid you’ve set your recovery back young man. When I told you no exercise…” Elbbirt looked pointedly at him. “With the goose egg on your head, didn’t think you’d be doing more than trying to find a way to keep pressure off your head. Of course there is a medication I can give you to help with it, but I know you hate those.”

Elbbirt

The look again caused Roman to look away. “It wasn’t exactly planned or anything.” Then he looked up, “Set recovery back? How long? How many more days am I going to be off work?” Not combative. He took another deep breath. There was a medication… Roman did hate those. But be cooperative. His eyes drifted towards the closet. “If you think it’ll help…”

~ Roman

“My dear boy of course it wasn’t, would take the romance out of it.” Then Elbbirt sat down, “Concussions can take 7 to 14 days to heal. You were more at the week length, set back by a couple of days. I can give you something. Takes about 24 hours to clear it up. Couldn’t give it before because your blood sugar was too low. You’ll have to make sure you keep your blood sugar up. An extra glass of juice with your meals would do it.”

Elbbirt