Posted by Civilian Jezem (Upstanding Citizen) in Just Another Day

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in Just Another Day

Posted by Civilian Thyr Th’arialat (Resident) in Just Another Day
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One of the things that Sharah and Ano had put together was a series of clinics that didn’t require people to go to the ER. They covered everything from minor complaints to routine physicals. The clinics near the refugee intake covered a lot more, and did a lot of triage. Everyone rotated through these clinics. Civilian and Star Fleet medical staff alike. Sharah didn’t ask for volunteers - it was required. Their job was to help the population of Oed V and support the infrastructure. Sacred Heart couldn’t handle the medical needs of the colony on just the civilian staff.

Today Sharah was working one of the clinics on the outer edges of the colony. A lot of people didn’t want to talk about how they got sick or injured or give personal information. It made keeping records difficult, but Sharah would rather them get help than force the issue. She was there working with Jal’na that day. The formidable Lady Duroc (which no one on staff dared to call her to her face while working) was working with people teaching them some basic exercises they could do alone because they may not return.

Fayth, SFCMO

Shivan was working at the forge that day. Making new inventory for his shop. He liked working the forge. It was… relaxing in a way for him. Nothing but hot metal and hammers, and his finished knives. Shivan was proud of his work.

Today though, he treated his work too casually. He was burned, bad. After a rather heated call with Jezem and a lost argument, he was on his way to a doctor. He’d heard about the clinics. He went to the edge of the colony, he felt a little safer going there than the main hospital.

A third degree burn went from his wrist up to his elbow, wide enough to cover one side of his muscled arm, the blue flesh charred and blistering, some blood in the middle of the burn. It was wrapped in a bandage, but it clearly wasn’t enough to treat it. He’d changed into a fresh shirt, using the long sleeve to hide the injury. He hid pain well, he wouldn’t be caught dead looking hurt and weak if he could help it. He checked in with the clinic front desk and then took a seat to wait.

~ Thyr

A nurse called him back a short time later, asking him to roll up his sleeve and remove the bandage. It was bad but it wasn’t like she hadn’t seen bad before. “I’m going to spray some Dermaline gel on it and then go get the doctor.”

He did, carefully and slowly. The bandage has already started to stick to the burned skin.

A short, raven haired, Betazoid woman came up before the nurse was even done. She looked at the arm and then took out her tricorder, her brows going up. She looked into the face of the Andorian. “This will be quite uncomfortable and will take awhile. Do you want a numbing agent?”

Fayth, SFCMO

No. he wasn’t so wimpy he needed that garbage. Then he’d have to wait for it to wear off and ugh. But then, wouldn’t Jezem call him an idiot? For making things harder than they need to be or something? It really hurt. It was taking a lot of effort to pretend it didn’t. “Fine, yes.” The fact she was betazoid didn’t register at first. Then it did, and he shrugged it off. He was focused on his burn. Checked in under Thyr. He was fine.

~ Thyr

The doctor moved away and then returned. “This will take awhile,” she pressed a device to his arm, just above the elbow and his arm went numb, “and will require at least two further visits. Unfortunately, Andorian physiology means that our dermal regenerators can only accelerate the process so much. There is a lot of muscle damage here and we must ensure your cardiovascular system heals correctly or you could end up with muscle death.” While she talked she removed the stuck on linen and then began to clean the burn. “You have melted metal in the wound.”

Fayth, SFCMO

He relaxed as his arm went numb and the pain stopped. “Two more visits?” Shivan started to shake his head. “I’ll be fine. I wasn’t going to come in at all, but… somebody made me.” He took a steadying breath. He couldn’t look like a weirdo. “Yeah, I’m a knife maker and metal worker. This is a forging accident.”

~ Thyr

The woman nodded her black gaze seeming to see more than it should. She looked back to her work. “I can make a house call, but if you don’t get the full treatment you could lose use of the muscles. At best you will lose stamina and the ability to fine detailed work. At worst muscle death and lose the arm.”

Fayth, SFCMO

If he did have a run in with those he’d rather not see again, he was going to need his arm. He held up his good hand. “Alright, alright, I get it. No monkey business or I won’t like the outcome.” He gave her a good look and frowned. “Ignore me if I’m mistaken, but did you perhaps meet a very… eccentric Orion not long ago? Goes by Jezem?”

~ Thyr

It was taking awhile to clean the wound. It was dirty and risked infection. She asked the nurse for a round of antibiotics. “It’s very dirty, this will stop you from getting an infection and ending up in the hospital.” She pressed the hypo to his arm and hit the release. Then went back to cleaning.

“Sure.” said Shivan easily. It was taking a while and he was trying not to get too antsy. There were too many people here. But he didn’t seem bothered by the actual process. It was numbed anyway.

She glanced up at him, her expression very soft. She was concerned! “I did. Is he alright? Feeling better?” She had no qualms about asking, Jezem was not her patient and she had not given him even a little medical advice.

Fayth, SFCMO

Shivan raised a brow. Caring people were so weird. “He’s… uh, he’ll be fine.” He coughed awkwardly. “Someday.” Then he looked at her. “He just asked me to apologize if I happened to meet you. For scaring you off the way he did.”

~ Thyr

She looked surprised. “Oh,” that seemed to surprise her. “I’m alright. Tell him not to worry about it.” It was hard to handle others’ emotions. Sometimes the best she could do was to make a hasty retreat. She couldn’t explain that to this person, Thyr the file said, or to Jezem. She had made some startling revelations recently, but that wasn’t the same as healing.

“Oh he will,” Shivan chuckled. Normally he wouldn’t, but it was weird for him care in the first place. If Shivan was a sadistic psychopath, Jezem was a right monster.

She gave him an odd questioning look, but didn’t comment.

She finished cleaning the burn and picked up the auto-suture and began to repair the muscle and cardiovascular tissues that had been damaged. She alternated with the laser scalpel to remove the dead tissue that couldn’t be saved. She applied Dermaline gel as she went. She rolled a cart over and helped him slide his arm into it. “Burn chamber. It will help heal the deeper burns. Then I will suture the rest. You will need two more sessions with the chamber tomorrow evening and the day after.”

Fayth, SFCMO

Shivan obediently slid his arm into the chamber. It was still numb, thankfully. He was especially thankful as he’d been watching her laser cut things out of it. There was a wave of worry, fear, and paranoia. “Right....” he said slowly, glancing at the chamber, her, and then the rest of the area he could see from where he was. “How long is this session?”

~ Thyr

The doctor looked through the glass, judging the progress. “Half an hour. The other sessions should be about the same. Would you like something to eat or drink while you wait?” She slid a small control PaDD over and nodded at a giant screen on the wall.

Fayth, SFCMO

“Uh, no.... no thanks.” Shivan said, a little awkwardly. He briefly considered putting an Orion soap on, but decided against it and set the PaDD aside. Instead he watched the chamber work with a small sigh.

~ Thyr

There was a gentle sense of calmness that slowly came over the medical area. Most likely because people were being seen and their hurts and complaints were being handled. The doctor was never far as she saw to other patients, and checked on him frequently. At the end if the half hour she was back at his side. She turned the burn chamber off and set his arm back on the tray. She examined the healed deep muscle tissue and nodded. “It looks good. You won’t have full use of the muscles back for a couple of days.” She began using the auto-suture to close the rest of the wound. “But after the final treatment you should be fine. I can arrange for you to see the physical therapist if you like or find you have diminished capacity.” It took a few more minutes and then she set the tool down. “It is very important that you drink plenty of water and avoid alcohol and synthohol until it is healed. They will dehydrate you and make the tissue dry out and cause more damage.” She picked up another instrument. “I’ll remove the nerve block now. Don’t over do, and set your healing back.” She set the device to his arm and the feeling began to return.

Fayth, SFCMO

“I’ll be fine. I don’t think I need a physical therapist.” Feeling returned slowly, going from tingling, to pins and needles, to the familiar hurt of the burn. But it wasn’t as bad as before. He squeezed and released his fist a few times. “Uh, thanks.” He looked up at her. She was very soft spoken and… nice? It was weird to Shivan. Very weird. “If you… um, see Jezem again, he might want to apologize to you himself, too.”

~ Thyr

The doctor smiled in a self-deprecating way. “No need. Really. I spoke out of turn. I didn’t mean to offend him. I’m glad he’s doing alright. Now,” she picked up a modified looking hypo, “This is Dermaline gel. Use it as often as needed. It will help with the discomfort as well as the tightness of the skin. You can arrange with the nurse to come back in for the other two treatments. Or, as I said, I am willing to make a house call if that is easier for you.”

Fayth, SFCMO

“I don’t want to make you go out of your way. You seem busy.” Shivan said, knowing full well he was not going to come back in. He took the modified hypo of dermaline gel when she handed it to him. “Um, thanks again.”

~ Thyr

Sharah had seen enough people come through these clinics to know when someone didn’t intend to return. She didn’t move out of his way, instead the soft spoken look was gone replaced by something he may not recognize - stubborn genuine compassion. “Mr. Th’arialat,” he would be surprised that she spoke perfect Andorii. “You insult me with the implication that I offer my services begrudgingly. I cannot force you to return or force my way into your home. However I am not exaggerating when I say the damage will be severe. You will be bouf and your arm will move about like a klahz. That is your choice.” This diminutive, kind, seemingly shy woman had a spine of steel. He would lose his livelihood if he didn’t complete his treatments.

Fayth, SFCMO

Shivan was quite surprised this doctor spoke perfect Andorii. She gave him a strange look - stubborn, but almost like she cared or something.

He responded likewise, in his native language. “I meant no offense.” He rested his arm against himself. He enjoyed what he did, but he had not chosen it. He struggled with himself and the idea he should get away from here and give himself up. He wasn’t that attached to much, which lessened the impact of her words slightly.

To be bouf was not something an Andorian wanted and to be alikened in any way to a klahz was quite insulting. “I live above my shop.” He said the name of the place and its location. It wasn’t that far from the main hospital. “Whenever works for you is fine by me.”

~ Thyr

She nodded once, firmly and stepped back. “Then I take no offense,” she responded in kind. “I will be there after you close.”

Fayth, SFCMO

Shivan nodded, checked out, and left. The next evening, after the business operating hours, he remained in the lower floor of his building to wait for her.

~ Thyr

She was prompt. It was about a 10 minute walk from the hospital and it was exactly 10 minutes after he closed that she knocked on the door. She was carrying a non descriptive messenger bag, and not wearing a Star Fleet uniform. Instead she was wearing jeans, light weight sneakers and a long sleeved flannel shirt.

Fayth, SFCMO

Shivan opened the door for her, unlocking it and then locking it behind her. The shop was clean and orderly and well stocked. It seemed he had defied her medical advice slightly, he was not taking it easy, though he had quickly found he could not finish his task from yesterday. There wasn’t enough strength in his arm, and it was his right arm, his dominant.

He beckoned her further into the shop. “I’m not sure what you need, we can head upstairs to my apartment if it’s easier.”

~ Thyr

Sharah peeked around the shop with curiosity. Charles would probably enjoy some of these. He had all kinds of weapons at home. She wondered if Eilah would like something like this. She would have to come back another time and look. “Wherever you will be most comfortable. You’ll be in the burn chamber for half an hour. How is your arm feeling?”

Fayth, SFCMO

“Look all you want.” Shivan said when he caught her peeking around curiously. Everything there was hand made and high quality. Some were specialty pieces.

Sharah knew nothing about weapons, but she had a friend that did. Maybe they would come with her and help her choose.

He led her upstairs and to the dining room. “It’ll probably be easiest here.” He said. The apartment was decently neat, well decorated, but the signs of someone who had trouble keeping organized were there.

~ Thyr

The mess didn’t phase her. Sharah had had a room mate in Academy that had been lime that. It drove Borell crazy that she was so neat. She set the bag down on the table and pulled out a portable burn chamber. Luckily it was just big enough for his arm. She took out her tricorder and did a scan of his arm.

The scan showed he’d set himself back some, it was dirty, but the antibiotics were doing their job. Otherwise it was the same as the day before after his first treatment.

Coming up the outside stairs to the second floor apartment entrance was Jezem. The Orion wore his usual orion-style clothes but without most of the intricate gold jewelry he favored, his hair tied back into a simple knot. He carried a large box full of homemade meals pre-portioned into containers. Jezem flicked the outside lock with his access key and speaking the moment the door began to slid open, “Thyr, you are the biggest klutz to have ever been born in this universe. Of all the stupid injuries to have when you need to work for a living-” He cut himself off after realizing that Thyr wasn’t alone. “Aah,” He said, expression and body language blank as he took in the scene before him.

Jezem

Sharah didn’t look up. She had known someone was coming, she’d felt him. She swallowed a grin at the good natured beratement. She took out antiseptic and began to clean the arm again, where his work he wasn’t to be doing had gotten it dirty again. The antibiotics was still in his system and working.

Fayth, SFCMO

Meanwhile, Shivan jumped as the door slid open unexpectedly. Then relaxed when he saw who it was. He pointed a finger at Jezem with his left hand, “It isn’t like it was on purpose! Besides, I’ll be fine.” He waved his left hand like he didn’t have a care in the world. Then the doctor began to clean his right arm again and he jumped and let out a yelp. “Ouch! Hey, be careful!” He complained.

~ Thyr

“It’s painful?” Fayth’s brows went up slightly, and she reached into her bag and pulled out another device and sit it to his arm. “I’ll give you another nerve block.” She took in a breath and gently let it out and with it a sense of calm. “Hello Jezem,” she said as she continued working.

”. . .Hello,” Jezem answered. This. He really wasn’t expecting this. When he bullied Thyr into getting proper medical care for his arm he didn’t think that would include house calls.

Shivan had not wanted to go in, he’d still rather not do this. This doctor had talked him into this… in Andorii. Truly impressive to Shivan. He nodded to Sharah that it was painful and then relaxed once again once the nerve block was applied.

This wasn’t like before. Though surprised to find the betazoid doctor here, Jezem kept his thoughts and feelings under wraps. Jezem scowled at Thyr, “You weren’t being careful enough!” He set the box of food down by the fridge and began to pile them into the fridge or freezer depending upon the item, “Also, I’m not hearing any thanks or gratitude for bringing you food. I shouldn’t be giving you anything if this is the thanks I get.”

Jezem

“You didn’t give me a chance to! I’m kind of in the middle of something here!” Shivan snapped back. “I am thankful for the food and you know it! Your cooking is to die for.” Then he grinned, “we both know you just can’t stand the idea of me going someplace for replicated food every day.”

~ Thyr

Sharah was an expert of keeping her fave passive and not giving things away. They sounded Charles and Yavia arguing over who got to cook dinner that night.

Fayth, SFCMO

Jezem whirled around, pointing an accusing finger at Thyr, “How do you not retch at the thought of replicated food? It’s disgusting. I don’t know how you can stand it at all, let alone eat it for days on end.”

Jezem

Shivan shrugged. “It’s better than garbage or scraps.” He said. “It feeds me. It just isn’t as enjoyable to eat as homecooked Orion food.”

~ Thyr

She wasn’t there to socialize, but she knew how Thyr felt. You made due, but real food was always better. You couldn’t be picky. She finally finished cleaning the wound again and reached over to turn the burn chamber on. She applied more Dermaline gel and then helped him place his arm into the chamber. “Do you need more gel?”

Fayth, SFCMO

Shivan shook his head. “I, uh… I didn’t use that much of it.”

Jezem shook his head but finished stocking Thyr’s fridge with enough food to feed him for two weeks. Perhaps a bit overboard but it was easy to make more than less. He eyed the burn chamber before stepping over to poke Thyr in the shoulder, “Do everything the doctor tells you to do. I don’t care how unfair it sounds do it. I don’t care how boring. You follow her directions to the letter.” Jezem leveled Thyr with that look before turning to face Sharah. Though his thoughts were guarded his body language spoke of his hesitance, “Um, thank you for the other day. You didn’t- I was tired and frustrated.” Jezem bit his tongue there. “Don’t let him him off easy.” Jezem turned and beat a hasty retreat out the door before he over thought everything.

Jezem

Shivan huffed and shrugged. “Yeah, whatever.” But he knew that look. Jezem’s Captain look. Shivan couldn’t defy him. He chuckled as Jezem hurried off. “He means, give me your meanest, strictest directions because otherwise I won’t listen.”

~ Thyr