...But I'm Not Well

Posted on 19 Sep 2015 @ 12:57pm by Jynn & Commander Allyndra illm Warraquim
Edited on on 19 Sep 2015 @ 12:58pm

1,980 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: Episode 09 - Empires
Location: USS Galileo -Deck 3; Sickbay
Timeline: MD03 - 2330 Hours

Previously...

Jynn had to take care of his injury before suspicions where aroused. He pulled down the sleeves of his robe to cover both hands evenly and walked out the door without another sound.

And now, the conclusion...

ON:

With the opening of Sickbay's doors Jynn walked in as calmly and quietly as he could. He had something to hide. How fitting that by a planet's cycle he had found himself here in the dark hours of the evening. Nobody had noticed his hastily wrapped fist hidden under his robe's arm but the small towel in his palm had become saturated to capacity, a small amount of blood now staining the cuff of his sleeve.

He was in an almost unnatural state of calm, but to a Deltan it was merely one of their inherent abilities. To Jynn, however, it was denial. It seemed that most of his other actions this night has been hung on denial and this one more infraction would at least help make things better. He'd fix himself up with the use of medical equipment and no staff would need to help him. He'd fix it on his own and be on his merry way.

As he made his way to the biobed he could see no one in the room. He was not able to observe the office but he did not want to chance anything. He walked as though he were as light as a feather and once making it to the biobed he examined the equipment beside it as though his fingers where floating over them. It felt like reading braille. Unfortunately for Jynn though, the equipment under his hands was just as alien to him as reading clustered dots with one's fingers. He sighed as he looked over the myriad devices surrounding the biobed when-

Crash!

The work in the lab was frustratingly unfulfilling. Allyndra just could not get quite get a handle on the Akkadian gift of regeneration. She had puzzled over the book she had gotten from the library of Warraquim but it was written in such an old style that the nuances of the characters had changed over time. She had tried over and over to get some of the experiments in the lab to work out and they were all both tantilizingly close but also frustratingly far away at the same time.

The fact that the ship was low on power did not help much either but at least it took her mind away from the day and the problems. The lab was her retreat, her place to go to or rather to hide out in.

She was trying to puzzle out what a series of characters were by trying to fit them into what she thought was the context when metallic crashing rang from the medical section.

She put the book away and got up and went to the lab door which was next to the office and looked into the darkened sickbay. Her eyes picked out movement on biobed one, the one nearest the door.

"My hearing is fine and the advantage of compound eyes is that they are sensitive to the slightest movement." She said into the darkened room. She could not pick out the details of who was there. She took another step in that direction saying, "Do you require assistance?"

"If you could please turn on the lights I will be fine, thank you," Jynn responded to the inquiry. "I cut myself cooking," he began without hesitation, not worrying so much about the plausibility of the excuse. A pause in thought would have been more damning. "I just need a tissue regenerator and I will be fine." He was sure to keep his back to the doctor while he attempted to find the device, unsure of what it actually looked like or how it operated.

Allyndra moved into the room, "Computer bring lights up to normal lighting." As the lights brightened she could see that it was the Deltan Jynn. She also noted the spots on the floor and shook her head.

"I must say," as she moved closer, "this looks more than a superficial wound to be dripping on my floor. Come on, let take a look." She had come up to the Deltan and saw the blood soaked wrapping. "Take a seat," she admonished and then indicated an instrument. "That is what you are looking for but this needs more than that if you want to retain full use of the hand if the blood is any indication." She figured that would sink into a Chief Pilot's head fast. She then smiled and tone lightened, "Besides such a waste of good blood." It was a joke on her part.

So much for subtlety. Jynn turned around and sat himself on the biobed. Slowly bringing his hand up he briefly exposed the palm to dorsum hole in it, letting blood rather fast. The makeshift bandage was quickly replaced. “'Self-inflicted knife wound to the hand' would be the proper diagnosis, doctor. Not a cooking accident at all.” She would have figured it out anyway. Now he just wanted to get it over with.

Allyndra wondered why but instead brought over the manipulators and micro tissue regenerators along and took the hand. She put a cuff on to slow the blood flow and went to work. It was interesting to touch the Deltan's skin. Very supple and soft. While she worked on the appendage she finally asked, "Any reason Jynn why you decided to play pin cushion with your hand?" The smell of the blood was interesting as well. It did not have quite that heavy musk order that she associated with most males.

“It would seem my emotions came to a head. They got the best of me, I'm afraid.” Jynn watched Allyndra as she handled the wound with the greatest of care. He had hoped the consequences of his little outburst of emotion wouldn't be too permanent. “Though for the moment I have them subdued. Not a choice I would normally make, but here we are.” It was strange. He had suppressed his pain and emotion to a point where he almost didn't care that they where gone. He leaned in close to watch her work. “That's a lot of blood. I trust there is not too much damage,” he questioned, though he was sure the answer would not be good.

"It actually is not. It just seems that way. Surprisingly the stuff stains almost everything and thus appears to be a lot more." She looked up at the Deltan. "Your hand is going to be tender for awhile but should have its full use if you do not do any more damage. Promise me you will refrain?"

Jynn nodded in acknowledgement. "I shall," he replied as he stared at the quickly healing wound. It seemed he was doing quite a lot of damage as of late. He hoped it was only to himself, but seeing as the doctor was right there in front of him he figured it wouldn't hurt to ask. "How is Tuula," he questioned, his voice not betraying any sort of concern whether it was for her safety or for his own secrecy and possible repercussions. Just a straightforward question.

"She will be fine," Allyndra finished up. "How about you? I mean other than putting a knife through your hand? I will not pretend to understand all that a Deltan feels but if you need an friendly ear, a sounding board other than a counselor please consider me for that role. Now then," She nodded her chin toward the hand. "Officially you fell and in putting your hands out to break your fall hit a sharp object."

There was a moment of silence as Jynn read through his thoughts. He was taken aback. Should he scold her for 'fudging the books' to make it look like an accident? Should he thank her for the offer of a thoughtful ear? Thank goodness Tuula was safe. Maybe there wasn't as much to worry about as he thought. He made himself smile. "I'm fine, thank you. And thank you for all of your help, friend. I won't forget it." He slowly allowed his emotions to return. And the pain. Ouch! That hadn't completely gone away yet.

The myriad emotions within his mind began to surface once more. The grief and the hardship he was about to undertake, the influences everyone he met had had on him, the fleeting feeling of relief that Tuula was probably going to be fine. He grabbed ahold of that, not wanting another downward spiral in front of a friend. Happiness for now.

Allyndra made a small formal curtsey. "Well let me get some analgesic, like I said the hand will be tender for a bit. I will also prescribe some as well but take judiciously." She got a hypo out and pressed it to his arm. "Oh and by the way you might want to dispose of the sharp object you happened to fall on."

Jynn gently pushed aside the hypo before Allyndra could inject him with the analgesic. "I'll be alright, thank you. I can take care of it myself if needed, but I'd rather not. If all the pain went away I might not regret the action as much and be liable to do it again. Pain will be sufficient reminder of why I should not do that again." As for the second part, Jynn was unsure of that as well, whether she meant it literally or not, but he'd have to think about that one. "Sure, I'll take care of that sharp object," he said with a wink.

"Alright, it is your choice," Allyndra put the hypo down. "I will leave the script in place though just in case. Now then," She was not going to mention the knife further. "As I said it will be tender and I do not want you to be using it overly much for several days. So no heavy lifting or gripping with it understood?"

“My duties mostly entail the gentle caress of my connection to this wonderful ship,” Jynn replied as he swayed his hands softly through the air in front of him as though miming his control of the ship. “I'm sure her grip will be most gentle as we dance hand in hand through the stars.” Jynn seemed to be back to his normal, strange self, even if he did have to grit his teeth at the pain within him every once in a while. “Perhaps less quickstep and more waltz,” he finished with a smile.

"Or perhaps a water dance, you must let me show you sometime. Now then get some rest. I fear we shall all be quite busy getting this ship going again. It was a pleasure to talk to you again Jynn, let us hope the next will be better circumstances."

“Thank you again, Doctor. It is with due diligence that I will keep myself from any further harm,” he said with a smile. “You will have to show me this 'water dance' sometime. But for now I must get my prescribed rest. Another time, Doctor,” he exclaimed in anticipation. He then held out his hands as though to join Allyndra in a dance, but before she could oblige he slowly waltzed out of the office, dancing with some figment of his imagination.

Allyndra almost took his hands but he dance out before hand and she looked after him and his direction long after the sick bay doors closes again. She then muttered, "That man is not well...or terribly strange."

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LCmdr Allyndra illm Warraquim
Chief Medical Officer
USS Galileo

Lieutenant JG Jynn
Chief Flight Control Officer
USS Galileo

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