Bad Day at the Office

Posted on 01 Oct 2013 @ 2:55am by Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim & Chief Warrant Officer 3 Alexion Wylde

1,136 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Episode 04 - Exodus
Location: USS Galileo: Deck 4 - Sickbay
Timeline: MD04 - 0400

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Moving to the bed with a heavy sigh, Alexion read over the computer read outs from the continuous scans being made on his fellow physician. There was always concern when anyone entered a hospital in a serious condition, but he would be lying if he didn't acknowledge that the weight on the heart was heavier when it was a colleague or friend. The atmosphere changed when it was a fellow doctor on the table. Always.

"Allyndra?" he asked softly, seeing if she was back with them yet. He'd performed emergency treatment on her as soon as they'd got her in, and she'd been in and out of consciousness since. He'd had to give himself a crash course on the Akkadian physiology. In one way, he had grown used to having to adapt his medical techniques to other races, having originally trained in his own race's medical college. But this had been different, because they were so unusual in Starfleet. He'd had his breath held the entire way, praying to whatever was up there that he wasn't messing it up, and having to rely on common sense and instinct as much as the information in the computer. "Allyndra, how are you feeling?" he asked with a level tone, although the question was really 'are you feeling?'.

The whirl of the odd cosmological dance faded away. There was that cottony feeling as if being surrounded by cloud and for a moment Allyndra thought she was flying again through the thick clouds of some place.

There was a voice, a voice that called her name. "Feeling?" The question hung there. Feeling, there was nothing but that soft light and dull feeling was there not? No, there was more, there was pulse of pain, a stab of light which she closed her eyes against. Memory and reality came flooding back in. The Cargo Bay, the seeing of the bodies floating away, the terrible winds that had threated to claw her away. She realized how sore her throat was and her back.
Slowly, against the bright light she opened her eyes.

Doctor Wylde was there. She remembered him coming to the Cargo Bay.
"Hoo.........How.......," Her vocal cords refused to work. "How did I get here?"

"I told you that I had you," he offered a half grin to her, reaching to touch her arm. He wanted to offer something to ground her, bring her back to reality, but he was also feeling to check her responses, to see if and how much she felt it or reacted. And to feel the heat and clamminess of her skin. "Don't worry if it's difficult to talk for a while. You have some damage from the decompression in the bay. I've regenerated some of the damage in your lungs, but we need to take it slowly, it's a difficult area to treat," he said quietly. And also, he hadn't wanted to make any massive steps that led to massive mistakes in the woman's distinct physiology. "Here, some good old fashioned treatment might help..." he reached for the cool water in a closed bottle with a straw, offering to help her.

Allyndra nodded in understanding. There was no doubt her throat hurt, her lungs felt like they had been torn out and pushed back in. Even in the worse storm she had not felt like that. Her back was another thing. It hurt as well, there was no doubt the wings had been damaged.

"She took a sip and suddenly wanted to down the rest of the glass, in fact the wrist with the pulsing vein looked mighty tempting as well, but she refrained. Slowly tiny sips for she could not afford to get into a hacking spell.

After a little bit the thirst partially subsided and she asked, "Wings, are they still there?"

"Yes," Alexion assured quickly, nodding as he pulled a stool over so he could sit with her. "Yes, don't worry, you still have them," he assured. He had read how dangerous it was if the wings were torn away from the body. He knew it would be on her mind too. "I did some work at the roots, just a little. I didn't want to test our luck. The wings themselves are rather shredded though," he added with a slight frown, shaking his head. "You had a bad time in there."

Allyndra felt relief flood through her. She knew that the things would fall off on their own but the thought of what had happened. "Those patients, the ones we could not get out in time." There was sadness in voice. "They had little chance to begin with, but it was no way to die either."

She looked at Wylde. "If you could do me a favour and get the names. I will see to explaining what happened and my regrets to their families."

"That is usually the unpleasant task of the Captain," he shook his head with a frown, sighing heavily at the thought of it. "You don't need to take on more unpleasantness. Not now."

Allyndra like every doctor that had an iota worth of experience had lost patients. It was never easy, even though they taught to stand back and not get involved.

"Understood, but I feel for the loss. Well doctor, am I good enough to start getting back into the fray? I imagine we are even more short handed."

Alexion frowned; a deep, severe frown as he considered it. They were short handed. Ridiculously so. "You need to be taking it easy," he said on a low voice to her. "But we're...struggling." She wasn't a child, and she was a medical professional. He was being straight with her, to help her decide for herself.

Allyndra nodded. "Understood. If it was any other situation I would love several days of just lazing about. If I promise to take it easy, clear me enough so I can help then?"

Alexion tilted his head, clearly struggling for a moment. He finally sighed, taking the padd and pressing his authority as a doctor to it. "You're cleared for light duty," he said quietly, leaning to her to whisper. "How light that is, well, I would not presume to know more about Akkadian stamina than you," his eyes sparkled a moment as he stood, giving her the leeway she needed to push the boundaries of 'light duty'. "So you had better decide that part for yourself," he nodded with a small smile.

Allyndra wanted to laugh at the comment, but her throat still hurt enough that she did not want to bring on a coughing spell. She only nodded in the affirmative and got a quiet "Thank you," out.


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WO Alexion Wylde
Doctor
USS Galileo

Lt. Allyndra illm Warraquim
CMO
USS Galileo

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