Posted by Civilian Urg’tohn, Son of the House of Duroc (Klingon Warrior) in Sacred Heart Hospital - And Here Come The Klingons!
The injured had been brought in by emergency point-to-point transport their injuries were so severe. Multiple lacerations, broken bones, and a jagged piece of deuterium sticking out from between two ribs. The fact that the patient, an Antican female, was still conscious was almost a miracle. The fact that she was dressed in the armor of a Klingon was just plain weird. As she was brought towards the OR, they began to try and cut away the armor and she growled at the attending. “You will NEVER cut my armor from me! I will die before I allow-” and a thunderous voice cut her off. “You will allow them to do whatever they need to!” The speaker was the largest and scariest looking Klingon any of the staff had ever seen. Standing well over seven feet tall and carrying more muscles than most Star Fleet Security teams, the figure strode into the hallway as if they owned the entire building. Scars of many violent encounters showed on the exposed parts of his body, and his black hair hung in a long braid down his back. His facial hair was similarly braided and has bits of… things… woven into it. As he got to the stretcher he laid a hand, surprisingly gently, on the chest of the Antican woman. “You serve House Duroc with honor… but we do not throw away one another for such things as armor. Armor can be made again. You are what matters. Now let them treat you, and do what they say. I will be beside you when you wake.” He looked at one of the doctors standing there with a hypo and said “Make sure she is comfortable and taken well care of. Nothing else matters.” His voice was a low rumble of distant storms, but the concern in the eyes of his scarred face was genuine.

It was the next day after the patient arrived. A marathon fourteen hour surgery had been done to save the woman, but save her they did. She lay in a bed in the ICU, monitors and displays keeping the staff informed of her condition. It was then that doors opened and were filled by the hulking figure of the day before. “I want to see her.” they said with a growl. A member of the hospital administration said “I understand, Lord Duroc, but the ICU is off limits to anyone except family!” The hand that grabbed the administrator was massive, and deceptively fast. In less than a heartbeat, the man’s feet were off the ground and his face brought close to the battle-worn visage of Urg’tohn, Lord of House Duroc and Chosen of Kvaar’ton. “She. Is. My. Family. You. Worm.” he said in a way that seemed to have the effect of loosening the administrator’s control of his bladder. Urg dropped him and walked up to the nurse’s station. “I wish to see Neela Vens… please.” The administrator, from his position in the now wet floor, mouthed Call security!!

Urg, Lord Duroc

The commotion drew the attention of anyone and everyone in passing and one particular person. A klingon woman with dark aburn hair with natural red highlights, left down except on the side by pins. Her brown eyes flashed as she approached. She was wearing practical clothing for exercising all day with the Sacred Heart emblem on the chest of her vest opposite a house emblem. She strode over, she was exceptionally fit and lithe, and with one hand lifted the man to his feet. Without a word she moved behind the desk and looked at the screen. “No.” She looked up at him. “The doctors are with her, checking her after the surgery and the room is quite full. 15 minutes, and I will personally take you to her room.” She set a bioscanner in front of him. “After we have verified your identity, per hospital protocols. You did demand we make sure she is comfortable and taken well care of.”

Dr. Jal’na Sherko