Posted by Civilian Sisnil Zoi (Intelligence Consultant) in One Step at a Time

Posted by Ensign Dradvia (Medical Officer) in One Step at a Time

Posted by Civilian Sisnil Zoi (Intelligence Consultant) in One Step at a Time
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She had a stare fit for any Captain when she had her confidence. Sometimes Sisnil wondered what she might’ve done if the Syndicate hadn’t sold her to Lokhar. “Okay. Fine. But only if I have to.” He relented.

~ Zoi

Dradvia actually rolled her eyes at him. “Obviously.” She adjusted the sheet around him. “Try to sleep. I will be here the whole time.” She knew he had a hard time resting when he was vulenerable.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

Sisnil grinned and looked at her. “Okay. Wanna play with Simon? He needs to, even if all he wants to do is lay on me.”

~ Zoi

She grinned back at him, she couldn’t help it, even as her cheeks flushed. “Yeah, I’ll entertain Simon. You rest. When you wake up we’ll try to eat a little something. By then the medicine should be fully working.” She gathered Simon into her arms, despite his protesting cries and went and found a toy.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

Sisni slept lightly for maybe an hour. When he woke, he looked for Dee. “Did I sleep?”

~ Zoi

Dradvia was sitting just as she had the night she had stayed with him. She was watching the door and him at the same time. Except she was sitting on the floor with a sleeping Simon in her lap. He had collapsed there after playing full tilt for half an hour. Dradvia gently slid him off her lap and then stood and walked over to the bed. She reached out and touched the back of her hand to his forehead. “About an hour. How is your stomach?”

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

It was warm, but seemed a little better. “Better than it was, not good,” he answered with a shrug. “I’m not good for you,” he said with a little grin. “Making you act paranoid.”

~ Zoi

Dradvia looked at him confused and sad. “I am paranoid, Sisnil. You didn’t do that to me.” She bathed his face gently. “Do you want to try more tea or some broth?”

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

He shook his head. “Not feeling hungry. Or thirsty.” He said with a little shrug.

~ Zoi

That wasn’t good. Dradvia opened her tricorder, pulling out the small scanner and ran it over him.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

“Dee, I’m fine,” he said when he saw her open the scanner.

It showed the meds had lowered his fever, his temperature wasn’t normal, but it wasn’t as high. His body was still fighting the infection. He would be completely dehydrated if she hadn’t made him drink earlier.

Normally he’d be fine, but with throwing up and sweating from the fever he was exhausting his body’s water supply more quickly. His stomach was empty, but it had only been just over twelve hours since he’d eaten.

He’d thrown up some of his last meal the first time when he’d thrown up that morning. With the anti nausea meds he should be able to keep something bland and light down, but his stomach was hurting still and the idea of food was sickening.

He was focusing on his senses as she scanned, waiting for her reaction.

~ Zoi

She wasn’t happy. She was genuinely concerned. “Your fever is down, but not enough. I’m going to give you acetaminophen to help, that should help with the pain in your stomach. 15 minutes. Then you have to try to drink. If you can’t I’m hooking up an infusion unit. You are getting dehydrated a lot faster than you should.”

As she spoke, Dradvia loaded the hypospray and pressed it to his neck. She rubbed the spot gently to help disburse it. Then she stood suddenly. She jerked the sheet back and off the end of the bed. “Alright, shirt off, come on. We have to get your fever down.” She made a give me motion with her hand, indicating he needed to hand over the suddenly offensive garment.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

“Hey, Dee…!” Sisnil complained, reaching for the blankets. “I’m cold. Gimme those!” He said, doing ‘grabbie hands’ towards the blanket.

~ Zoi

“No.” The sheet and blanket landed in a pile on the floor. “Shirt. Off. Now.”

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

“Alright,” he said in a tone of voice that said ‘you asked’. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it on the pile. “Anything else you want off?”

~ Zoi

That was the loaded question of the century. If Dradvia wasn’t so focused on her concern for his medical state, she would have melted right into the floor in a puddle from the heat of her blush. Instead she shook her head. “You can keep your shorts.” She sat back down, grabbed the cloth, soaked it in the cold water, wrung it out, and then proceeded to bathe his chest and arms with it.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

And Sisnil knew it, too. But he didn’t push it any further. He was trying to be funny, not embarrass her maliciously. “Dee, that’s cold.” He complained. “Trying to freeze me to death?”

~ Zoi

“I know it is, but I’m not sorry.” She did have sympathy for him though. She gave him a glare. “No I’m trying to freeze you back to health. You are too hot.”

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

“One day of being too hot’s gonna kill me?” Who knew he could complain so much? Still, Dee leaning over him, gently washing the cloth over his skin.... Wasn’t exactly unpleasureable, the cold aside. She didn’t need telepathy to know that.

~ Zoi

“It could since you are already severely dehydrated after just a handful of hours. Your bed is soaked in sweat. I need to change the sheets. Be glad it is just a cold cloth and not an ice cold shower.” She was doing a good job of not thinking about it. But making herself not think about it meant she was thinking about it.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

“I am not taking an ice shower.” Sisnil said. “I can change my sheets, don’t worry about it. You’re not a maid.” His body was sore and achy but he always insisted on doing things for himself.

~ Zoi

“No, I am not a maid. But right now I am both your doctor and your nurse. And laying in those wet sheets will make you clamy and uncomfortable. Being a doctor is about more than giving hypos. I care for all parts of you. So stop being tough and just say, ‘Thank you, Dee’.”

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

”........Thanks, Dee.” He said, reluctantly obediently. “Tell me when you want me up, I guess.”

~ Zoi

“As soon as I’m done cooling you off.” She smiled surprised. “You are a grouchy patient. I wish I could make this go away instantly.” She bathed his arms, neck, chest, and down his legs. “Alright, do you think you can sit up? We can get clean sheets on and dry clothes. You can try to drink something.”

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

“I can sit up. I’m sick, not dying,” Sisnil said with a grin. He sat up carefully, coughing some. He stood out of the bed and lumbered towards the closet.

~ Zoi

She was just worried he might be dizzy or hurting too much to get up. After he stood she made quick work of changing the soiled sheets for clean dry sheets. She replaced the pillow cases as well and then turned to look at him. “Do you want to sit in bed.or the chair to try and eat?”

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

“The chair,” he said as he pulled a shirt out of the closet. “Sure you want me to put this on? I mean..... I might get too hot.” He teased as he sat in the chair with it.

~ Zoi

She eyed him, stalked across the room and took the shirt from him. “You’re right, leave it off. It will do you good to sit in the cool.” She would not enjoy the view.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

Sisnil looked quite pleased with himself despite how cold he was. He sniffed the tea and put it down. “So what am I probably not eating?”

~ Zoi

If Dradvia was a telepath he would be in a lot of trouble. Luckily for him, she wasn’t. She looked at the various things on the table. “I have chicken broth, plain crackers, toast, andSkadi soup. I looked it up. I know you didn’t grow up on Betazed, but apparently it is made for people who are sick.”

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

“I know what it is,” he said, in a soft tone of voice she’d never heard him use. He didn’t reach for any of them though. None of it looked appetising just then. “Uhm....”

~ Zoi

She watched him. “How about just some water? Just a few sips?” Had she upset him? She must have brought up a memory he didn’t want to remember. So much for not making him sad.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

“Please don’t worry, Dee,” Sisnil said, looking up at her. “I… I’ll try to drink some tea.” And he did pick up the cup and try to drink some.

~ Zoi

“You can’t stop me from worrying. I’m sorry I made you sad.” She busied herself with tidying up. There wasn’t much really, but it let her hands be busy.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer

“That’s not your fault.” Sisnil almost wanted to tell her why. Almost. But he didn’t. “It was a touching thought. Thank you.”

~ Zoi

“You’re welcome,” she tossed over her shoulder at him. It seemed the harder she tried the more she failed. Dradvia paused, standing absolutely still, eyes closed. She breathed past the sudden fear in her gut, the guilt, the hopelessness, the despair, and the desperation. She had tried so hard to please Lokhar. Working tirelessly to remember every minute detail of how he liked things. How to act, how to look, how to breathe. She always failed. She always disappointed him and hurt him with her failure. She had earned every punishment he gave her.

She breathed fighting with the memories and brainwashing.

Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer