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

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

Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in side - sim: Lost in the Dark
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Rand didn’t sleep well. She didn’t have nightmares, the medication took care of that. But she was restless, and didn’t actually fall asleep like Randy thought she had. Even when Roman came to bed she didn’t sleep for a long while. An ache in her chest and the feeling like she would be sick woke her. She did her best not to wake Roman as she dragged herself out of bed. Once in the bathroom her dinner decided it wouldn’t stay in her stomach.

She sank to the floor, pulling a towel down. She was almost wedged between the cabinet and wall, curled in a fetal position. The night’s events replayed over and over in her head. Each time making the sick feeling worse and worse until she thought she might be sick again. She fell asleep, her sobs muffled by the towel.

She woke sometime later and and used the chair to drag herself up. Her head hurt, her nose was stuffy and she looked like she had been crying. She used a cloth to wash her face and then brushed her teeth. She stumbled around in the dark on her way to get water and bumped into the table and almost knocked a chair over, making a lot of noise.

Rand

Hide in the bathroom and cry

Roman was deeply and most comfortably asleep, enjoying the escape a deep, long sleep could give from his own problems. He did not budge when Rand got up, nor while she was in the bathroom. Even after the few good night’s rest he’d had, his body was still catching up on quality sleep.

The rustling of the table and chairs was loud enough to jolt him out of his sleep with a start, grabbing next to him for Rand in that protective stance of his. Realizing she wasn’t there, he called out, his voice a little groggy, “Miranda…?” He turned and glanced around the room, too tired to see well in the dark. “What’s going on?”

~ Roman

Rand tried to steady the chair but just fumbled it. She made a slightly distressed sound when he said her name. She didn’t want to wake him up. If she was quiet maybe he would go back to sleep. Then he asked her what was going on. She didn’t answer right away. Her throat was tight and she was afraid he would know she had been crying. She had to say something though. “Bha mi dìreach ag iarraidh beagan uisge. (I just wanted some water.)” She tried to edge around the table, slowly, shuffling her feet to keep from running into anything, but bumped the other chair in the process.

Rand

Roman sat up and then slowly stood, steadying himself before moving over to help her. He reached her and hugged her, pressing her to him, and felt wetness against his shirt. “Were you crying?” He asked, concerned, trying to lead her back toward the bed. “Let me get your water.” He thought she was having trouble with her head, and that must be why she was running into everything. So he’d sit her down and get the water for her.

~ Roman

She leaned into him as he hugged her. Oh…she didn’t want to tell him she had been crying because then he would ask why. So she lied…kind of. It wasn’t a lie but it wasn’t telling him everything either. “Fhuair mi tinn. Dh’fheuch mi ri glanadh. (I got sick. I tried to clean up.)” She was having trouble withbher head, made worse by the long bout of sobbing, the uncomfortable way she had fallen asleep and then standing up way to fast.

Roman led her back over to the bed. She held onto him, swaying a little against his arm. She sat, wringing her hands in the dark. She should have just stayed in the bathroom then she wouldn’t have tripped into the table. “Cha robh e airson do dhùsgadh. (Didn’t mean to wake you.)”

Rand

She was speaking in Gaelic again, and if she got sick? These were bad signs for her head and really worrying to Roman. He got her a glass of water and gave it to her. “Let me handle cleaning up. You rest and drink that.” Then he went into the bathroom. She’d done a decent job of cleaning up, but while he was in there, he paged Randy and told him about her symptoms.

~ Roman

Rand held the glass on both hands. She nodded dociley, “Tha,” she muttered agreeing. She sipped, clearing her mouth. The water was cold and after the first sip she drank it all too fast. The cold and thinness of the water hitting her aching stomach. Roman was in the bathroom and she groaned at the dull ache. She considered getting up for more, but she thought moving might make her sick again.

Randy was a bit groggy when Roman paged him. It was 0300 and he had been fast asleep. Randy pulled a robe on and made his way next door, and didn’t bother knocking. The light flashed inside from the corridor as Randy came in. Randy caught a glimpse of Rand sitting on the bed, her face was red and blotchy, and more than a little green. She had one arm wrapped around her stomach. Randy hurried over and sat down next to her. “Rand what’s wrong?”

“Fhuair mi tinn. Tha mi a’ smaoineachadh… dh’òl mi an uisge agam ro luath. (I got sick. I think…I drank my water too fast.)” Randy took the glass from her and set it aside. He put an arm around her and then a hand over her forehead. No fever, but he couldn’t tell if her words were slurred or if her she just felt that sick. “Alright. Let me give you something?” Rand wanted to say no but she just shrugged. Randy helped her lay down and then opened his med kit. “Roman, would you bring a cold cloth?”

The tricorder didn’t show any signs of fever or infection, but her heart rate was high, and her BP was higher than normal. He fixed the hypo and gave it to her. “Lay on your left, that will help.”

Rand

Roman had finished up in the bathroom and came out with the requested cold cloth. He sat by Rand, bringing her another water along with the cloth. The water went on the side table for now. The cloth he gave to her. “Do you feel any better?” He asked, worry in his voice. He knew she might not have wanted him to call Randy, but he was way too worried about her not to.

~ Roman

Rand wanted the water, but her stomach still hurt. She took the cloth but just fidgetted with it. Randy took it from her and used it to wipe her face and then folded it and laid it on the back if her neck. Rand reached for Roman’s hand. “Chan eil. (No.)” Her stomach ached sharply but as long as she was still she was okay. After a few minutes her stomach calmed and she was suddenly very tired and she blinked her eyes a couple of times. Had Randy given her something to make her sleep? “Uisge? (Water?)”

Randy stared at her as she kept up the Gaelic, but he decided not to say anything for now and upset her. He wanted her to relax. He nodded to Roman. “Just sips.”

Roman gave her the water and let her sip it, trying to make sure she sipped slowly. When she was done, he let her lay back down. It didn’t seem like long before she was dozing again. Roman moved to the table, carefully, and sat across from Randy.

When Rand had seemed to doze off Randy moved over to the table and waved Roman over with him. “Her pulse is running high and her BP is normal but high for her. Could be because she was sick and hurting. No fever or sign of infection. She’s also dehydrated. I don’t like she’s reverted to Gaelic again. But she doesn’t feel good.” He shrugged, not sure what to make if it. “I will check her again in the morning. I gave her something for her stomach. An ice pack might help if it’s the concussion, but the cold cloth will help calm her. Let her rest, but call me if she wakes again. Do you need anything?”

Rand

“Her head seems fine? No extra swelling?” He questioned worriedly. He nodded when Randy said he’d check again in the morning. “No, I’m fine.” Roman looked really tired. Rand had woken him from a good, deep sleep.

~ Roman

Randy shook hisbhead, “It’s the same as it was when Elbbirt scanned her last night. The bandage will help, but it’s too soon to see. I’m not sure why she got sick, but it’s possible it’s nerves or simply aggrevated her concussion.” He stood up and patted Roman on the shoulder. “Try to sleep.”

Rand was truly out that time. With the Zofran to settle her stomach, Rand didn’t wake again, and since she wasn’t allowed to work, she hadn’t set her alarm. No need to get up early or maintain her routine.

Rand

Roman made his way back to the bed and plopped down. He cuddled back in against Rand and was quickly back to sleep. When his alarm went off, it felt too early. He turned it off to let Rand sleep and slipped out of bed, getting ready, and then sat at the desk to get started in the morning reports. He wanted Rand’s help, but he was worried after she was sick. She needed her sleep.

~ Roman

There was a soft rustle of sheets when Rand rolled over. She reached to put her arm around him searching for his hand, but his absence woke her. He was gone. Every horrible thought and feeling she had had the night before flooded through her like painful molten ice. The lost lines, the gapping missing holes of herself, the way he had looked at her, knowing she had lied and it broke her heart, Elbbirt taking her off duty again, not just off duty but confined to her quarters. The feeling settled in her stomach, ripping and churning while hot tears tracked down her face. She hid her face into the pillow letting it muffle the sound - unaware of the time or that Roman was working at the desk.

Rand

Roman turned when he heard the sheets rustle. Rand had rolled and had her face against his pillow. Roman did not seem as happy as yesterday. Randy had given him the same meds, and they were helping, but it was a lower dose so he could move around and work and today was still very hard. “Morning Rand.” His voice was soft and loving and he was giving her one of those I love you so much I don’t even know what to do with it looks. He patted his hand against a stool next to him - it was already there waiting for her. “Want to help with these reports? Or do you need more sleep?”

~ Roman

Rand went really still when she heard Roman’s voice. He was still there? “Roman?” Her voice was all muffled. She rubbed her face against his pillow to wipe away where she had been crying. She took a slow controlled breath and then looked over at him. The room was dark except for the light of the computer. He was giving her one of those wonderful looks that she didn’t deserve. He patted the stool and she smiled a little, but she didn’t quite feel it. She pushed herself up to sit shaking her head. “Chan e, chan fheum mi barrachd cadal. (No, I don’t need more sleep.)”

Were they really going to let her work? She knew Randy said she could work from the room, but she thought he just said that to placate her. She didn’t say anything about that though because she didn’t want Roman to change his mind. “Tha mi an-còmhnaidh ag iarraidh cuideachadh. (I always want to help.)” It was easier to hide the tear strained quaver in her voice with Gaelic. She still had to think about English most days, which stressed her out and made her voice sound upset anyway.

She moved to the side of the bed and spotted the rest of the glass of water and reached for it. It would be quite obvious as he watched her that she was being very careful not to spill it. She sipped the water until it was gone. Remembering dropping the plate the night before, Rand set glass back on the table before standing. She stood carefully, she wasn’t sure where her robe was, and she guessed she didn’t need to get dressed since she was confined to the room again. Getting up obviously made her dizzy and she kept a hand on the wall. She looked at the stool, and wasn’t sure she would be steady enough without a back to lean against. It wasn’t tall like the one in the lab, so she sat carefully and pulled her PaDD toward her, one hand holding onto the desk.

Rand

Roman put an arm around her when she sat on the stool, supporting her against him. “I’ve finished some of them, but…” He sighed, “they go faster when you help.” And then he gave her a little squeeze. “How is your head? You seem like you’re having some trouble balancing.”

~ Roman