Posted by Major General Charles Tenkiller (Vice Commandant, Colonial Customs and Defense Agency) in I’m All the Family You Got

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Sharah Fayth (Chief Star Fleet Medical Officer) in I’m All the Family You Got

Posted by Major General Charles Tenkiller (Vice Commandant, Colonial Customs and Defense Agency) in I’m All the Family You Got
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Sharah materialized in her office. She changed into her spare uniform, and slipped her lavender Sacred Heart lab coat on. She dropped her tricorder into her pocket. The moment she stepped out of her office, she was surrounded by ‘the nurses’. She held up a hand. “I’m going to see Jal’na and then I’ll deal with the other. None of you are serving on the security ward.”

There were huge protests. Their anger and concern and loyalty bombarded her. “Enough. One of our own was hurt. I know you are all very close to Jal’na. The person who assaulted her are going to deal with the consequences of their actions. You don’t want any possible negative assumptions made about the persons care.”

Shrine looked at her and then nodded. “Dr Fayth is right. Let’s focus on Jal’na and our jobs.” She shook her head, “I almost feel bad for whoever did it. Lord Duroc is willing to wage war over this.” Sharah grimaced and then hurried down to the ER where she found Jal’na, her guards and husband keeping most of the medical staff away. Her guards recognized her though and let her through.

Jal’na had a bloody face and was covered in neon orange paint. “Oh Jal’na. Are you alright?”

Fayth

Jal’na looked up, “Sharah. Good, get me out of here. It’s a busted nose.” Jal’na had just put the dermal regenerator back into the tray and was accessing the computer to access her own medical file. “I can go home. I’m FINE! I HAD WORSE INJURIES FROM URG ON MY WEDDING NIGHT!!!” The ENTIRE emergency department could hear her.

Sharah walked over and moved the computer away from her. She almost smiled, and then did as her guards outside the door laughed. “I’ll do it. Let me check you.” She pulled out her tricorder, the taller woman had to sit so Sharah could reach her. “Lord Duroc wants you taken care of. You can’t fault him for that. I’m sure he is angry, and rightfully so.”

“Urg is on the warpath. He’s furious. He was going to kill that poor idiot.” She gave Sharah a long hard look, her chin raising, “Is it true?”

Jal’na, Lady Duroc

Sharah looked at her. She knew Jal’na wanted to know if the woman was really Charles’ sister. Sharah wouldn’t compound the incident with a lie, “It is. Charles told me Lord Urg’tohn requested his presence. He won’t defend her.” Abigail was angry and hateful, and took those emotions that she felt for her and Yavia and her family out on total strangers. “I wanted to make sure you were alright.” She went over to the computer, entered in all the appropriate information and then stepped over to the replicator and returned. She handed Jal’na a set of her PT scrubs. “In case you don’t want to walk around covered in paint.” She squeezed her hand. “I’ll come check on you later, at home, if you like. For now, you can go whenever you are ready.”

Sharah stepped out of the room and told the guards she was fine and could leave when she was inclined to do so. Sharah stopped at the nurses station and then hurried off to check on Abby. She couldn’t help the smirk as she heard Jal’na come out of the room. “I’m Fine. Now where is Urg?”

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Sharah walked into the security ward along with Presint. She was Catian and had a level head on her shoulders and a good security clearance. Eraras, their Bolian orthopedic surgeon, was standing by the nurses desk. He was their top surgeon and Ilena was with him. “Ah Dr. Fayth, I was just about to go see about our new patient.” Sharah nodded and joined him. Presint, following Fayths orders, began giving orders about changing out the staff in the ward.

Sharah nodded to the police officers beside the door and then scanned into the room, Eraras doing so behind her. She walked up to the bed and stared at Abigail. A concussion, contusions on her throat and soft tissue injuries there, broken arm, cracked ribs and bruised lung. The ER staff had stabilized her and then she’d been moved up here. Sharah was going to do this by the book. “Can you tell us your name and birthday and why you are here?”

Sharah

Abigail looked up and then glared. “You know damn well who I am! I want to see my brother!” she yelled at Sharah. The yelling brought over a guard who simply stood next to Fayth, arms crossed on his chest.

Abigail Tenkiller

“Yes ma’am, but you have suffered a severe concussion. We need you to answer these questions to insure there is no cognitive damage from them. Please answer the questions.” She wasn’t going to comment about wanting to see Charles.

Sharah

“Abigail TENKILLER. And my birthday is the seventeenth day of the Deer Giving Birth Moon.” the woman replied and she smiled a truly arrogant smile at Fayth. “Now get. me. my. brother… you lover of Itsike.” She winced in pain as she laid back. “And do not touch me. I will not be tended to by the likes of you.”

Abigail Tenkiller

Sharah simply nodded confirmation to Eraras. Then she took a slow deep breath, letting the hate and pain and jelousy and fear and arrogance wash over her and away. Another breath centered herself and allowed hee to tap into that endless well of compassion, and she released into the room peace and calm and a sense of safety.

She nodded to Abby, “I won’t touch you, Abigail. This is Dr. Eraras,” she waved a graceful hand to the Bolian man beside her. “He is our orthopedic surgeon. He is here to take care of your injuries. I am sure you are aware you have a broken arm, several cracked ribs, and a damaged lung. Please allow him to care for you.”

“No!” Abigail said as forcefully as she could. “No more aliens. Human doctor. I demand a human doctor!” she almost screamed, but the pain crashed in and then she started coughing… which sent the pain of the broken ribs higher than she could stand and she passed out for a moment before coming to. “My… brother… get Charles.” she almost pleaded.

Eraras sighed and spoke soothingly and calmly. “I promise I won’t hurt you Ms Tenkiller. I just want to help you.”

“Go away!” Abigail shrieked and then clutched her ribs in pain.

Sharah nreathed out that calm into the room again. “As for your brother, it is not within my power to allow visitors, and even if I could, your bother,” she allowed her professional mask to slip just a moment, conveying something much worse than concern, “is not available. I don’t know when he will be. If the poluce permit,” she nodded to the guard, “You may be allowed to call your parents and sister.”

Sharah

Abigail

“Abigail, I promise no one here will hurt you. Please let them help you.” Sharah was calm, but she wasn’t about to tell her where Charles was now. There was no telling when he could come or how she would react. “I will tell him you are asking for him.” It was the only thing she could offer.

Sharah

Abigail looked at Sharah and just shook her head. “Typical. Alien supporting alien. I bet if Charles was here he’d take me home. My home… not that disgusting nest of depravity you lured him into.”

“You’d be wrong.” came a familiar voice. Charles leaned on the frame in the doorway in his uniform. He looked… rough. Small tears in his uniform and one sleeve torn at the hem; and some obvious spittle graced the uniform top. And one eye was swollen shut. He looked at Eraras and Sharah. “Doctors, if you will excuse us. I need a word with Abigail.”

Tenkiller

Abigail’s words hurt deeply. She had hoped that his family would at least give her a chance. 3 oit of 4 wasn’t bad, but this was hurting Charles. Abby had hugged her, seemed happy to meet her at first, ot so it seemed. The only crime Sharah could conclude she committed was loving Charles. The rejection shouldn’t matter, but it was like a knife in her gut.

Sharah turned at the sound of his voice, relief and apprehension on her face. He was alive, and the thought winged itself across the distance to Yavia. He was hurt, but she had fully expected him to be on her operating table near death the next time she saw him. She needed to take care of him, but she would have to wait.

Eraras nodded and moved toward the door. “She needs treatment, but I can’t force her. I’ll be right outside.” He stepped through the door. Sharah glanced at the guards. She couldn’t be seen to be giving favors. That would make this whole situation worse, but they just smiled grimly and nodded.

She set a hand on his face looking at his eye. “She needs treatment. Her lung is damaged and if she keeps moving her rips will break completely and stab through something. She also has a severe concussion.” She sighed and stepped out the door.

Sharah