USS Wolverine
So... This Is It
Posted by Ensign Dradvia (Medical Officer) in So… This Is It
Posted by Civilian Sisnil Zoi (Intelligence Consultant) in So… This Is It
Posted by Ensign Dradvia (Medical Officer) in So… This Is It
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It seemed like a typical day. Dradvia was up early for her shift. She really enjoyed the work. The routine and the hope. It wasn’t like before where her patients were more likely to die no matter what she did. Now she knew she could make them better. Not that anyone came in with serious ailments.Everyday Sisnil was waiting for her to have breakfast. She didn’t have words to describe how it made her feel, but it was a wonderful feeling knowing he got up early just to spend time with her. He was always waiting after her shift too. Usually with Simon. Dradvia had to remind herself constantly that Simon wasn’t hers. She was just as attached to the kitten as she was to Sisnil. They were everything to her.
Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer
It made Sisnil happy to do so, mostly because of how good it felt to make her feel better. Some days ago, the ship had been ordered back to Star base to assist in an ongoing investigation. Today they’d be arriving on base. Sisnil had left a note in his quarters, sure Dee would find it. This morning, he’d acted as though everything was normal. What was a little odd was when he turned up in the middle of the day looking for her.
~ Zoi
Dradvia finished with a patient and then walked over to him. “I still have a couple of hours, and no busy work to let me wander about the ship.” She was slightly disappointed in that. When she was doing the odd health maintenance things around the ship, Sisnil would join her. She always volunteered because she got to spend more time with him. She had to ask though, just in case, “Are you feeling okay?”
Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer
Sisnil smiled, “I’m fine, Dee.” He said. It was easier this way. The letter he’d left would explain everything. But this was his in person goodbye, even if he wasn’t going to tell her directly. He gave her a quick hug. “I was just really bored and wanted to say hi.”
~ Zoi
Her arms slipped around him and she hugged him tightly. Over the last few weeks, since that horrible nightmare, she’d slowly been able to return his shows of affection. She wasn’t comfortable initiating any displays of affection. She loved the way he hugged her though. She sort of craved them now, but she was careful to not show it. Dradvia shook her head, “Morris really should give you something meaningful to do. It’s just insulting.” She squeezed him again slightly before stepping back. “Maybe you can do one of your training programs until I’m off?”
Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer
Sisnil nodded. “Good idea. Look for me in my quarters if I’m not here, okay?” Sisnil said. “I just might overshoot the time and I usually shower afterwards.”
~ Zoi
Dradvia nodded, “Okay, I will.” The door opened admitting another officer who looked like he hadn’t been so careful in his own training program. “I have to go.” She hated it, she’d rather stay and talk with Sisnil.
Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer
Sisnil nodded. “Go, make people better. Uhm…” He leaned in and kissed her. “Bye, Dee.”
~ Zoi
Dradvia blinked at him in surprise, her cheeks flushing. “I’ll see you in a little bit.” She bit her lip nervously - shyly, “I love you, Sisnil.” Then she turned as the nurse called her away.
Something about the way Sisnil said it, left her anxious the rest of her shift. She told herself she was worrying over nothing. Still, when her shift ended and Sisnil wasn’t there her stomach dropped and she felt a tremor of panic. Stop it. He said to meet him at his quarters. She took a deep breath and left sickbay, heading toward her quarters. She stopped outside her door. She’d just check on him before she changed. She turned and stepped across the corridor and pressed the chime.
Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer
There was no answer. From inside, she could hear Simon playing.
Dradvia decided to check the shared refresher. She wasn’t trying to be creepy, but something just felt off. No one was in the refresher though. She returned to his quarters. She could ask the computer, but Sisnil liked keeping the computer guessing and not knowing. She pressed the chime again.
Down on the Starbase, Sisnil was at the rendezvous point. So where was his ride…? He looked around. There was nothing abnormal here. It was the part of the Starbase where shady dealings went down. Security was known to skip this area frequently, and there were a lot of less than visible places.
So, it was exactly the sort of place Sisnil expected to get picked up from. It was the right time… Where were they? He was starting to get nervous, which was unlike him. He was reading the minds of those around him and he heard no mention of anything relevant.
Then there was an arm around his neck and a rather large pointy knife held towards his body. He struggled and kicked, but his attacker was big and strong. “Let… go of me!”
“Empty your pockets.” Said the gruff voice. He couldn’t do that. Couldn’t allow anyone access to his comm. He shook his head. “You dumb? You give me what you have you live. Simple as.” Sisnil shook his head again. Giving up that comm meant endangering Dradvia and his own ship. He’d never willingly do it. Loyalty was too deeply ingrained into him.
“I’m Syndicate. They’ll have your ass if you hurt me.” He said, his voice strained by the muscular arm around his neck.
The man laughed and shook his head. “I don’t think they’ll be troubling me.” He said with certainty....
Still nothing. She was being unreasonable, panicking over nothing, but she couldn’t stop the building panic. She just had to make sure. “Computer, Medical override, Dradvia 9-alpha-3-7.” The door slid open and she stepped inside, bending low to grab Simon so he didn’t run out.
Just as Dee was entering his quarters, she felt a stab of fear, pain, panic that wasn’t hers. The wisp of a cry for help.
~ Zoi
Dradvia gasped and crumpled to her knees. She held Simon close to her chest. “Sisnil?” she called out. Something was really wrong, she could feel it. She made herself stand and look around the room. She already knew he wasn’t there though.
Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer
There was a letter on the desk in Sisnil’s small, technical handwriting that said “Dee” on the envelope.
Her hands shook as she picked it up. She didn’t need to read it. She knew. Sisnil had left. Dradvia knew he would, but it still hurt. She cuddled Simon. He’d left Simon too. She supposed Sisnil thought he would be safer with her. “I’ll do my best, Simon.” She opened the envelope and read it, though it made her sick to do so.
Inside, it said he was taking the chance to go as they had discussed, that he loved her more than anything and it broke his heart to leave her this way. That he was heading down to the Starbase. At the end, it said he’d keep in touch the best he could.
He had been saying good-bye. That’s what was off earlier. At least… at least she’d told him one more time that she loved him. It would have to be enough. She swallowed down the pain. If he was still nearby he’d feel her heartbreak. She wouldn’t risk changing his mind.
There was another flash of pain and panic.
Sisnil couldn’t keep a good connection going. His condition was critical, he could tell. He could barely keep his mind clear enough. But if he wanted to live, he needed to tell Dee where he was and he didn’t have a comm to do it with. The bastard had stolen it.
All he had to do was project to her an image of where he was. Anything that could help her find him. He pressed a hand to his wound. There was something wrong, though. The pain was spreading through his body like there was acid in his veins. He was beginning to feel hot despite the blood loss. He put all his focus into reaching her.
It hurt. She didn’t expect it to physically hurt so much. She closed her eyes tight against the pain and tried to breathe.
With the flash of pain came words, faint but ‘audible’ in her mind. Dee… Hurt… On Starbase… And then the description of things he’d seen or that were around him.
~ Zoi
Dradvia’s eyes snapped open. Sisnil? =/\=Dradvia to Sisnil.=/\= But all she heard was an echo of her voice from his fleet issued combadge on the desk. He’d left it behind. She grabbed it and set Simon down. She ran across the hall, grabbed her medkit, and ran to the airlock. She had to be calm though. She couldn’t panic. She couldn’t act like anything was wrong.
She left the docking ring and tried to figure out where he might be. She stopped at a map of the station layout. She could only guess. It never occurred to her that she shouldn’t go on the station. That the Syndicate was coming for him, and she was running right towards it. He was hurt. Sisnil? Sisnil please talk to me. Where are you?
She passed a side hall, and something about it made her skin crawl and her stomach rebel. She paused and looked down it. The feel was … well somewhere the Syndicate would like. She swallowed down her own fear and moved down the narrow corridor.
Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer
There he was, laying against the wall, breathing labored, eyes closed. There was a puddle of his own blood around him, soaking his clothes. He held a hand against his upper abdomen in the middle. He was pale, skin sweaty.
~ Zoi
Dradvia slowed, taking it in, even though she wanted to run to him. She looked around. No one seemed to be around, but she knew that couldn’t be true. Why hadn’t she thought to change into civilian clothes first? She hurried over and knelt beside him. The kit flipped open beside her and she removed her tricorder and a vascular pad to put over the wound. It worked much like a pressure bandage but better. She took his hands and moved them, cutting the shirt away. “Sisnil, let me see.” There was a strange sticky substance around the edges of the wound. The puncture was deep and he was bleeding out. She took microclamps and with a wince because she knew it would hurt, she reached into the wound to clamp off the severed arteries. Picking up the tricorder she ran it over the wound trying to identify the substance.
Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer
Sisnil whimpered and flinched away as if he didn’t quite recognize her at first. But then his eyes opened a little bit as if to confirm she really was there and he relaxed a little. He winced and bit his lip as she worked to stop the bleeding. The substance was an organic compound, produced by his body in response to a chemical that the tricorder couldn’t identify - it wasn’t anything common.
~ Zoi
It felt familiar though, she wasn’t sure why though. Sisnil was in too bad a shape to worry with it now. An organic compound. It was sending his body into panicked survival mode. His immune system was haywire, but she wasn’t sure why. And he was bleeding. She pulled out his combadge and slapped it to his shirt. =/\=Dradvia to Wolverine. Medical Emergency. Two to beam directly to sickbay.=/\=
Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer
“Dee,” Sisnil said weakly, but whatever he was going to say, it seemed like he was having trouble finishing it.
“It will be alright. I promise.” She took a swab of the substance around the wound and then a small.blood sample. She put them in the kit as she placed the vascular pad over the wound.
Each slightest touch made him squirm and groan. “Can’t promise that.”
=/\= Acknowledged Ensign, prepare to beam up. =/\= Came the reply, and then in a swirling flash of lights, they were both back aboard the Wolverine, in Sickbay.
~ Zoi
“Prep the surgical frame,” Dradvia barked. It was so unlike her that everyone gaped before surging into action. “We need plasma and Betazoid type Z blood. 2 bags at least. High pressure push. He’s going into hypovolemic shock.” As they lifted him onto the biobed, a nurse connected the life support systems. Dradvia opened her kit and passed the two samples to another nurse. “Med lab, now. I need to know what they both are.” She passed through the surgical scrubber and walked up to the bed. She set her eyes to the viewer and began cleaning the wound so she could suture it.Maybe someone would call Tessan. She wasn’t sure she could do this. She couldn’t lose him, not at her hands.
Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer
Unfortunately, Tessan and the Captain were down on the Starbase, dealing with the reason the ship had been called here in the first place. Dee wasn’t the only doctor on board, but she was the only one Sisnil would willingly let anywhere near him.
As they lifted him he groaned and cried out like they were killing him. As the machines connected they showed his vitals were struggling, he wasn’t entering hypovolemic shock, he was already well in it. And he had a spiking fever, the Betazoid equivalent of 105.
She had to stop the bleeding, “Inaprovaline 70ml. Get the blood infusion pack going, now.”
The nurse took the samples to the med lab. It wouldn’t be too long, but it wouldn’t be instant either.
Cleaning the wound was challenging, as the sticky substance had turned crusty and stuck to the side of the wound. Not only that, the wound still seemed to have that substance oozing out of it.
It wasn’t going to be easy. She would have to start with the deeper damage and seal it, then go back until she knew what it was.
Sisnil was out of it, both from shock and fever, but as soon as she touched the wound he jolted and weakly squirmed as if to get away.
~ Zoi
Dradvia paused and leaned down next to his ear, where no one could hear her. “Captain Zoi you will hold still. The greatest pirate in history wouldn’t flinch.” She wanted to calm him and it came out in that authoritative tone he liked. “I promise, you will be fine.”
The words seemed to register with him, but he whimpered in response. His pain readings were high.
She straightened back to the viewer, “Kayolane 175 ml.” It would sedate him and keep him calm. Then she focused the viewer on the arteries and began the autosuture.
Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer
The meds took effect quickly and he began to calm. He was having trouble staying conscious but he was afraid, terrified, that if he blacked out, he’d never wake up. The auto suturing was going well, but it seemed to be hurting more than it should. The sedation was helping but he was still showing signs of severe pain.
~ Zoi
“Drechtal Beams.” He shouldn’t be in pain. The beams would allow her to block the neural impulses from reaching his brain and recognizing the pain. The surgical nurse handed them to her. Dradvia placed them, but before she continued she had to take a breath. She couldn’t fall apart, she couldn’t panic. She couldn’t fail him.
She placed the beams and went back to suturing. “Stats.”
Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer
That seemed to help, blocking pain signals from reaching his brain. They had started pushing blood bags and it was helping his vitals look better. The suturing seemed to be going fine, easier now that Sisnil was in less pain. He was beginning to regain some consciousness, though the meds Dradvia had ordered kept him calm and a little sleepy. “Dee?” He asked. He sounded a little better than before.
~ Zoi
The nurses looked from her to him and back. Dradvia briefly set a gloved hand on his shoulder where he could feel it. “Hush. Go to sleep. You’re going to be fine.” Her voice was firm. She took another breath holding back the fear.
Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer
He flinched at her touch as if even that hurt. “Tell the truth.” He said, summoning all the sternness he had. It still sounded weak. “Can feel your fear.”
~ Zoi
She paused looking at him as he winced. She ran the scanners over him again but found no injury there. Something tickled her memory. She set a hand on his cheek this time. “You will be fine if you let me work. Your body is under a lot of strain. You need to sleep. Let the medicine work.” The suturing was going better, but there was still a long ways to go.
Ens. Dradvia, Medical Officer
His nerves showed signs of damage and over reactivity. His fever was still high. He shook his head, he didn’t want to sleep. His body was shaking a little, almost as if he were shivering.
~ Zoi