Posted by Lieutenant Darklis Castle (Chief Science Officer) in Sickbay - Check In

Posted by Lieutenant Dr Tealor Tessan (CMO/CNS) in Sickbay - Check In

Posted by Lieutenant Darklis Castle (Chief Science Officer) in Sickbay - Check In
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Hopping up onto the biobed she lay back and relaxed, or tried to.

Engaging a scan in relation to her nervous system as compared to the original would show a yellow line hovering on a graph quite distinct from the ‘norm’. Comparing it to how it was once she was rescued and treated it was once a much greater deviation from the norm. It has come down quite a bit but it was still not right or in a ‘green’ zone of a normal range.
- Darklis Castle, Lt, CSO

As she waited while Tealor read she took a couple of deep nervous breaths. As she lay she felt a tremor in a couple of her fingers on her left hand and she clenched her fist to try to get it to subside.

His face was rather stoic revealing little of what he was thinking as he read the summary report. There were a few moments where a sadness broke through the mask briefly, though it was unclear if it was related to her or something deeper from his own memory. Is eyes shift several times from the pad to the bio bed, he then checked a few things with his tricorder although the bed provided the information he needed, old habits seem to take over more often than not. “Thank you Lieutenant,” he said with a warm smile. “Looks like you are doing ok Medically you are cleared for duty. ” he said not wanting to air her personal business around the room. He waved his hand in a motion towards his office. “If you could join me in my office briefly I would like to have a brief conversation. ” he said waiting for her to come along side him. “I like to take a moment with each new member of the crew.”

Dr Tealor Tessan
Chief Medical Officer U.S.S Wolverine

Darklis’ brain did a double take and with it her lips nearly went with it in nearly saying ‘wait, what?’ She had expected to have a kind of ‘well we have to take you but you’re on probation big time’. Her head turned to the doctor, not sure what to say in response. But then the invitation to his office. ‘Ah, here is the ‘but’’ she thought, rising to a sitting position. Twisting and letting her legs side off the side of the bed she followed suit. Her boots on the deck felt loud. “Of course,” she said, mentally trying to fathom what was coming. Surely she had just gone through the physical portion. The counselor portion was yet to come and this was it. She was not going to be sent back home, not like this. She’d take a dull data entry spot in a backwater armpit of the Federation before doing that. She looked at the open door to the office and took the lead, moving resolutely toward it, but, curiously, looking around once she entered. What would an office like this be like? Photos? Pictures? Heirlooms? A set of holos for his snail collection? Or, with the way that he related to the ensign, was there a ‘casting couch’ there with notches in the arm of his conquests?
- Darklis Castle, CSO
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IC:
Following her to the office she seemed confident enough he wondered how much of that was a mask on her part given her current situation. Stepping into his office he moved past her to the replicator and got himself a coffee.

Darklis looked about. A paltry set of photos and a couple of chairs. She made a face. Her father’s small bar fridge in his worskshop had more family clutter on it than this. It was .. a blank datapad. Letting out a light sigh she reined in her inner snoop and focused on the chairs.

He had not had much time to decorate his office much since he had spent most of his time getting to know the crew better. A rather naked room greeted them as they entered. A bookshelf behind him had a few pictures of him with various people which were likely family or close friends.

“I’m afraid I have not had much time to decorate, please Lieutenant have a seat. “ He said motioning to one of two cosey looking leather chairs. “ Can I get you something to drink?”

Dr Tealor Tessan
Chief Medical Officer U.S.S Wolverine

“I’m good, thanks,” she said absently as she took the closest chair, sinking into it just enough to get that ‘that’s nice’ feel to it. “I ate not long ago. And please, call me DC. It is a little less alien to the lips of others and has a nice flow to it.” Her hand moved along the arm of the chair. It felt like leather but didn’t quite have the smell of the real thing. If it was the doctor would likely have a rap sheet to boot with that sort of thing being against the law for centuries. “You should take time out to do that,” Darklis said, leaning forward and squinting at the photos. “Where were you there?” she asked, pointing toward the top right photo.

He gave a nod in agreement , “DC it is then” he responded looking over to the picture. Why did people always seem to pick that picture, though it made sense it was the least generic photo Elara and he had just got done with their engagement party and were quite drunk. His smile remained but his black eyes generated a brief sadness the only showed for a moment. “That is Elara and I after our engagement party in Paris. She was an amazing woman” he noted thinking back on that night. After a few moments he shook off the thoughts and then turned around and took the other leather seat next to her.

Darklis caught the ‘was’ and the pensive look that was there and then gone again. “Paris,” she said. “I was there once. The Daystrom Institute had an office there.” Well, much more than an office. More like a facility that was a single geodesic tower above ground and a sprawling pyramid facility underground. She hadn’t gotten ‘out’ much. It was fall then. Golden leaves were dripping like a slow leak from the trees. The quiet burble of the Seine River was a peaceful interlude in the otherwise tempest going through her mind. She liked it there even if it was a short stay. A shudder ran through her as she recalled her departer three months later in the winter amidst a blowing storm and the icy needles of snow that pelted her face as she dashed to the shuttle. “Elara is a nice name.” Engagement party. That is why it looked spontaneous and alive. Not quite the student of the humanities but she had been around a lot of people and a lot of relationships and somewhere in there DC thought that there was something lost in the doctor. It was not something for her to burst into either. Not her place.

He smiled warmly at the mention of her name, the name sent an odd combination off warmth and love accompanied with tremendous grief that was certainly hard to mask and was overly complex to even explain. He gave her a confirming nod.

She had not retrieved her stuff yet from some locker in some archive she was sure back on Earth. They rather impounded everything to do with the ship. Fortunately, Darklis had been proactive on everything being copied and stored. Hopefully she could access said replicator file for it to spew out the volumes of her life’s story, and that of her family, and friends, and tag-alongs. A fingertip tapped the end of the chair’s arm. It was rhythmic and didn’t suggest impatience - a tune perhaps? She had a million things that were swirling about in her mind like a twister but she let them be and let the twister wind its random path through her brain. She had learned to detach herself from it. Her father helped with that. It was one of the ‘life lessons’ that she had actually taken to heart. ‘Darklis,’ he said, ‘your life will be very busy wherever you go and whatever you do. You can only do so much. So do what you can and don’t worry about the rest. The rest will take care of itself.’ While she didn’t quite think the last was accurate, she did feel that in her position that the ‘rest’ she could eliminate by virtue of that charming thing called delegation. It wouldn’t decorate her cabin or do her taxes - well, maybe that - but work wise it would blow the dust off the list pretty quickly.
- Darklis, CSO

He smiled warmly at her, “So as far as medical goes, you have been keeping up with your treatments which have been going very well. As far as I’m concerned as long as you keep up with them there is no reason you can’t do your job while doing it. Your mostly healed” he noted verbally while he made some notes in his Pad.

She nodded. The treatments were mostly her laying down and trying to be still. Her exercises were based on eye hand foot coordination in the holodeck of negotiating certain trails and exercises along the way. It was suited to her and her competitive streak. At first they had frustrated her with her body failing her at times when her mind had been clear on what it was to do but the mind didn’t properly send the command along. To her, she thought, this event had sharpened her mind and making her drill out the actions she wanted to have happen rather than be a background automation. She would like to think that she had come away stronger, in that avenue at least. “I will, doctor,” she said, meaning it. She had her agenda to not go back in shame.

“Lets continue with the twice a week sessions and see how it goes. Just please if the tremors get worse or you feel you can’t manage your duties, be honest with yourself and me and excuse yourself. Does that seem reasonable?” he asked before switching the conversation towards mental health. He certainly new grief his had kept him focused on other people for a long time.

Darklis was in science, not security. Her mind was fine, as far as she was concerned. Granted others had other thoughts. The tremors were now uncommon and if she had issue at a console voice commands were as effective as touch screens. And, truth be told, she did still have her interface implant that she could utilize. Implanted after her incident it allowed her to use her eyes as command inputs to configured stations. That technology had been present since the early 21st century, shifting from gaming to medical application it had gone out of favor in the wake of voice command, AI interpolations and medical advances that made this more a curiosity. Did it help her work any faster? Not appreciably. “Would you like me to journal tremor activity?”
Darklis, CSO

Dr Tealor Tessan
Chief Medical Officer U.S.S Wolverine

“That would be helpful at this point given that progress from here out may be harder to spot” he noted flipping the screen over on the desk in front of them. He decided he would change the subject, rip the band aid off so to speak. He leaned back in his chair and took a small sip of his tea. Studying her momentarily.

“I’m going to clear up a few questions you may have and they are fairly common among my patients.” he noted looking her in the eyes. “I will not use my Telepathy on you without your consent, I grew up on earth and rather appreciate the concept of mental privacy. ” he said trying to reassure her that her mind was not subject to him but to her.

“If you requested it I may consider it , however I have found that while it’s an easy path to identifying the problem, there is no short cut for the trust that is often needed to help resolve any issue there may be. ” he looked back to the picture of Elara and smiled inwardly his fingers traced the arm of the chair. “One of the many things I learned from her” he said turning the gaze of his black eyes back to DC. “If I’m stressed I may unintentionally get an emotional read but it is very rare. I would like to ask you a couple of questions if that’s ok with you?” he finished trying to asses how she was responding.

Dr Tealor Tessan
Chief Medical Officer U.S.S Wolverine