Posted by Lieutenant Ishtar Nhamashal (Chief Science Officer) in Side Sim - A Mind Afloat
Tap.. tap.. tap.. A young Ensign clicked his stylus against a small flask, endeavouring to see whether or not the liquid might break up or remain semi-solid. While the sound was harmless to any passing scientist, it felt like a sledgehammer to her skull when it came to one in particular. Closing her eyes, she pressed her fingers to her temple, messaging the area in every attempt to release the tension she figured was causing the pain. But two cups of ginger tea, aspirin and an apple in, she couldn’t seem to find relief from this splitting headache.

“NE Karlson,” She waved her hand towards the poor Ensign, who had truly done nothing wrong. “Could you please test that elsewhere? The sound is incredibly distracting.” It was the best excuse she could muster without admitting her discomfort, an aspect of he life she did not particularly enjoy making privvy to anyone– especially not any of her subordinate officers. Focusing her attention to the PaDD laying before her, she didn’t catch Karlson’s response, and that was perhaps for the better.

Minutes passed like hours, as the throbbing sensation in her skull seemed only to worsen. Vibrant, concise lighting in the labs appeared less the luxury of the century, than a thousand little nails pounding into every nook and cranny of her cranium. Eliciting, in its wake, a sense of nausea she could not escape. Damn.. I told Harding I wouldn’t have to see him before that appointment. She thought to herself, as it became more apparent she couldn’t handle this one on her own.

“NLt Perish, please watch over the bay for a few minutes. I’ll be right back,” It wasn’t as if the scientists really needed a babysitter, but she felt better knowing she had a set of eyes on the job, in case something went wrong. Hauling herself to her feet, she made certain she could stand before slowly approaching the door, taking every step lightly to avoid any questions from her staff. Never so relieved had she ever felt to hear those doors hiss behind her, as her figure was swallowed by the halls. Narrowing her eyes to small slits, Nhamashal meandered down the corridor towards the turbolift, in hopes the trek would not be long.

In all honesty, it felt as if she had climbed Mount Everest by the time she had reached the Sickbay. It was not that her body was drained of energy, nor that she was incapable of movement, but the onset migraine was a beast she had yet the conquer.. and it had one hell of a vengeance on her. Blinking away the nausea, she stepped through the doors and into the Sickbay, briefly searching for a doctor to help her, so she could get back to work. Truthfully, she figured a higher dose of an NSAID would do the trick, something to dull the affects, but she was no physician.

Lt. Nhamashal
CSO

Collin was at his desk and while the window that separated his office from the main bay of Sickbay afforded him a view of the primary door, he’d never get any work done if he hadn’t trained himself not to be distracted by its constant motion. So when Nhamashal entered, it was a sturdy young nurse with short-cropped, dark hair and a jawline that had only recently moved beyond a stage where it could sport nothing more than peach fuzz, who greeted her.

“Lieutenant, how can I help?” he asked, his voice at normal pitch, unaware that loud volume was not this patient’s friend at the moment.

Harding, CMO