Just Another Shift

Posted on Sat Apr 9th, 2022 @ 10:39pm by Lieutenant JG Faith Vianelli & Captain Calypso Skyie & Captain Natalya Markova & Lieutenant F'Arra MD & Michelle Erilin

Mission: Lower Decks
Location: Starbase 614 - Infirmary

ON

Dr. F'Arra, MD, Lieutenant in Starfleet sat at her desk as the duty medical officer. It had been fairly quiet. Williamson had been in twice, with absolutely nothing wrong, aside from his delusions of illness. F'Arra had scanned him, given him a hypo of a very mild sedative to calm his nerves, and sent him off. The man's medical file was becoming longer than she cared to read.

"Medical transport, two beaming in!" One of the orderlies was already preparing a biobed as the two figures materialised in the middle of the room. One was... "God damn!" F'Arra's raspy voice carried in the confined space. She already had the medical tricorder out, running over the prone woman. "What the hell happened?" The calico Caitain almost growled.

No sooner had they materialised, staff were there immediately, taking the weight of Michelle's unconscious form from Faith's injured shoulder and arm, the feeling of relief fleeting as the Caitian appeared next to her, the almost gutteral growl startling the already fragile officer. She stumbled backward before sinking down to the floor, sobbing violently.

F'Arra sighed, letting the interns and nurses do their job. Michelle was carefully lifted onto a biobed, the readings being displayed on the screens above. F'Arra studied them for a moment. "Looks like an orbital fracture. No immediate signs of concussion. Nasal rupture is mostly superficial." F'Arra turned, and looked at Faith, who had now been seated on a bed herself.

Picking up a hypo, F'Arra filled it with something to help Faith calm down. She pressed the end to the woman's neck, and a soft hiss sounded.

"Sorry if I come off harsh. I'm told the voice doesn't help."

Faith felt the hypo against her neck and tried to visibly recoil from the touch. "Is... is she okay?" she stammered, her eyes fixating on Michelle's form. "Is she alive?"

"She's alive." F'Arra assured the woman, now taking scans of the arm and shoulder. "Few bone fractures, torn cartilage. Mild - 'mild' - blood loss. No signs of concussion. She'll heal. Bruises look worse than they are. Give her a week, she'll be her usual self." The results of the scan flashed up on the screen above Faith's bed. "Same with you. Bones, ligaments. I can heal those no problem. You'll bruise, but that's merely superficial/ They heal on their own nicely."

F'Arra grabbed a blank PADD. "Hey. You feel up to answering some questions?" She tried to soften her voice, smiling as her ears tilted slightly. For some damned reason, people responded to friendly... cats. F'Arra almost shuddered at the term.

Faith tensed slightly. She reached for the pillow on the bio bed with a familiarity of someone who knew medical layouts and hugged it in front of her. "It depends on the questions," she finally answered, her tone revealing her guardedness.

F'Arra pulled a chair in, sitting next to the biobed. "I just need to know your name, and assignment. Your biosigns aren't bringing up any records, so you can't be Station personnel. I need to know where to find your medical records. Allergies, reactions to medication, previous injuries..." The Caitain gave Faith a reassuring smile. "I'm not looking to get anyone in trouble. I just don't want to fuck up my job, because I didn't have information."

"Faith Vianelli, Counselor, USS Chimera," Faith finally replied cautiously. "My Commanding Officer is Captain Calypso Skyie." She glanced across at Michelle again. "Is she okay?"

F'Arra made notes on the PADD. "A fractured eye socket, a broken nose, and some bruising. No immediate signs of permenant brain damage, but head trauma can be interesting. It's why we're keeping her unconscious. She'll heal. Trust me." The Doctor took a breath. "What's her name?"

"Michelle," Faith sighed. "I don't know her last name, she works in the lounge on the Chimera. I only know her in passing." Faith paused and looked around. "What about Nat? Where's Natalya? Uhmmm..." she paused, clearly thinking. "Lieutenant Natalya Markov?"

That caught F'Arra up short. "The two of you were the only ones beamed in. Is there someone else injured? Where were you?" If she had another patient somewhere in the Starbase, F'Arra needed to know. "I can have Security start a search."

There was silence, a moment that felt like an eternity. "I don't know where we were," she finally said softly. "A civilian area, somewhere not far from the promenade. We walked for maybe a few minutes..."

F'Arra studied the woman, and sighed. She rose, and walked to her office. Making sure the door was closed, the Caitain sat down in the chair. First, she contacted Station security. If there was someone else, in a similar state...

"614 Security, Chief Blevins." The pleasant face appeared in her terminal screen. "Hiya doc, what's-"

"Chief." F'Arra didn't even give him chance. "I got a situation. Two visitors from the Chimera. Beaten pretty bad. One's unconsious with possible concussion, the other is shaken, and barely willing to answer questions."

Blevins' smile faded. "Beaten? What-"

Again, he was cut off. "Listen. There might be a third, some Lieutenant Nat-something Markova. Very likely visiting from the USS Chimera. They were in the civilian sector close to the promenade."

"That doesn't narrow it down doc." Blevins was already at work, dispatching a security team.

"Close. Only walked a few minutes."

"All right, I'll see what I can do. Security out."

As the screen went blank, F'Arra contemplated her next move. This one she had to play very carefully. She accessed the communications nextwork to visiting and docked ships. "USS Chimera, this is Starbase 614 Infirmary, Dr. F'Arra. Can you patch me through to your sickbay? I have some patients and require current medical records."

Could she have tapped into the sickbay comms directly? Sure. This way, she hoped, Ops would want to notify their captain, without her having to ask for the captain to be called.

"Sickbay." The comm answered.

"This is Dr. F'Arra in Starbase 614 Infirmary. I have two patients - possibly a third. Could you forward all current medical records for Counsellor Faith Vianelli, a civilian by the name of Mixhelle - no last name given - and a Lieutenant Markova?"

There was a pause, and F'Arra could almost hear the 'what the fuck' that she would have certainly given. "Data transfer begun."

F'Arra saw the files appear, and pulled up the pertinant data. "Thanks Chimera, anything immediate I should know?"

"Nothing that I'm aware of, I could call the duty-"

"No one's in danger of dying, Just let your chief surgeon know I'll amend the files and send back once everyone is discharged."

She closed the channel. Transferring the medical files to her PADD, F'Arra left the office, and walked back to Faith's bed. "Okay, I put a call into Security, they're gonna be looking out for your friend. I also got your medical files from the Chimera." She was skimming as she spoke. "Anything I need to know?"

Asking the patient was often hit-and-miss, but it could save time.

Faith cradled her arm on the pillow over her lap. She could feel her head pounding and winced slightly. "I... I don't know... I.." Carefully she moved the pillow away and started to inch forward on the bio bed. "I need to go, I need to go back to my quarters."

F'Arra gave Faith an absolute stone cold stare. "You ain't going anywhere till I discharge you." She replied in a stern voice. "Sit back on that bed, and we'll sort the arm out." The Caitain picked up a nearby piece of equipment. "Can you lift the arm somewhat? Try to hold still."

It was only a moment later that the medical bay doors slid open and a harried woman in the red uniform of command rushed into the area, eyes seeking what could only be targets and she saw Faith and Michelle on biobeds and sagged in some relief to see the bustle of medical personnel around the both. Okay, the Caitian doctor with Faith and a pair of nurses doing their best to clean up a clearly unconscious Michelle. She started taking short, quick steps towards the counselor, "Lieutenant Vianelli, I thought I'd told you to stay on the ship!"

F'Arra moved in front of Faith when Cally took her first step, putting herself between her patient and the new arrival. "Captain. I will have to insist you not speak like that to a patient in this Infirmary. I am the attending physician, and I will have you removed."

For a moment, Cally considered brushing the doctor aside as she slowed to a stop a couple feet away, eyes blazing with both anger and worry, she’d even begun to open her mouth, but stopped the retort short and nodded curtly, “Right, sorry.”

"Security to Dr. F'Arra, we have found Lieutenant Markova. Escorting her to the infirmary now."

F'Arra didn't acknowledge directly, but breathed a sigh of relief. "That's something's Ng, at least."

“Nat’s involved too?” Calypso asked, attempting to sidestep the Caitian to get to Faith even as there was a slight groan from over by Michelle, “Faith, are you okay?”

"Nat followed us," Faith said softly. "I didn't mean for her to get hurt, or Michelle. I didn't want either of them involved, I just wanted to deal with it on my own."

“You shouldn’t have even come on board!” Cally hissed venomously, a wary eye on the Caitian who’d threatened to kick her out, but she was just so bloody ANGRY with this young woman! “You promised me that you wouldn’t go to the station! I was trying to protect you!”

The venemous tone to Cally's voice and the sheer anger glinting in her eyes made Faith wish the ground would just open up and swallow her whole. Instead she brushed away the tears that started welling in the corner of her eyes and looked down at the pillow across her knees. "Which is why you sent your niece to follow me, which is why David hurt her because she was with me when he found me, which is why Nat saw him making us leave, which is why everyone else got involved! You should have just let me handle it myself! You should have just let me leave!"

“We could have let-“ Calypso started as Faith’s words hit her, “My niece?” She shook her head, “I don’t have a niece, my brother died at the start of the Dominion War, but he didn’t have any children and he’s my only sibling.” Confusion warred with her anger, but she shook her head again, “Don’t try to change the subject!”

"I'm not changing the subject!" Faith shot back, tears staining her cheeks, her voice rising. "You sent your niece to follow me. She called you Aunt Cally and insisted that she stay with me, even when I told her to leave! If you'd just let me handle it my way no one else would have been hurt!"

"I wasn't following you." The weak voice came from the other biobed where Michelle was on her side, one eye swollen shut, "I was visiting friends and ran into you." The single eye showed some pain, but she'd been given a hypospray and was feeling much better, and better yet was conscious, "Hi, Aunt Cally.. This wasn't the way I wanted to meet you."

Cally's eyes were wide open as she shook her head slowly, "But Raiden.."

Michelle closed her single good eye with a sigh, "Mom told me about Dad all the time when I was a kid, before she died, a lot about you because Dad apparently talked a lot about his kid sister." She opened the eye again, "If you open up your empathic sense, you can search your feelings, you know it to be true."

"Don't you quote Star Wars to me!" Calypso snarked back automatically, then clamped her mouth shut. Sure, some people knew she really liked old Science Fiction stories, but that quote had a bit more meaning than most, "I have a niece?" She asked again, then turned to Faith, "I have a niece!"

Dr. F'Arra let out a shrill cat-like shriek to quiet the room. "I told you to watch your tone, now I am going to have to order you to calm down, or I will have to ask you to leave. This is not the time or the place for a fucking argument!"

As she finished, the Infirmary doors opened, and a team of four Security officers entered, one had Nat's arm around his neck, helping keep weight off her one leg as she hopped into the room.

Nat took one look at Cally, and hobbled over to the nearest biobed, crawling onto it meekly, not wanting to incur any wrath.

Dr. F'Arra grabbed her tricorder and immediate walked to the new arrival.

"Will that be everything doc?" The Security Lieutenant asked, reading the room.

"Unless Captain Skyie wishes to be escorted out?" The Caitlin shot over at the Captain, scanning the Marine's leg.

Calypso shook her head, having unconsciously migrated over towards Michelle and completely ignoring Nat. “We’ll… Figure it out later, Michelle.” She said quietly, “We never knew, my parents and I, otherwise…”

“Mom didn’t want to push herself on you three, you were mourning as it was and well… She was far away and had never met you.” Michelle rolled over onto her back. “Tell you what, Aunt Cally, we’ll do dinner soon? After I get back to normal, and you?”

Cally nodded slowly, “my door is open anytime.” She reached and squeezed Michelle’s shoulder ever so gently, then turned back to the others, particularly Faith, her voice calm and collected now as she glanced at the doctor, “I didn’t send Michelle to follow you. I didn’t want anyone at all to get hurt.”

"No one's seriously hurt." The doctor offered, her voice taking on a more gentle tone. "Sure, fractured bone, pulled muscle, torn ligament. I want this one." She pointed at Nat. "Off her feet for two days. That one-" she pointed at Faith "-to not move her arm for as long - I'll put it in a sling. Gives the ligaments time to regain strength. Your niece will be here for a day, but that's just me being paranoid over the head injury. Beyond that, just bruising, which will heal."

"That's not as bad as it could have been." Calypso agreed, "And what about me? No, that's not the right question... Faith, if the doctor here releases you to go back to your quarters and your daughter, can I trust you to actually stay there?"

Faith nodded, remaining silent, not quite sure who she was more afraid of at that point, David, Cally or the doctor.

Calypso still scowled at her, then looked to Natalya, "And I'm guessing you look better than he does? First off, thank you, Nat, thank you for saving them both. And where is he now?"

"I can have that shoulder slung in 10 minutes. She'll need to check in with the attending physician onboard Chimera in 48 to 72 hours, but keep an eye on the ligaments." F'Arra moved away from Nat, and stepped next to Faith's bed, with a tray of supplies and equipment.

Nat took a deep breath. "Last I know." She started cautiously, braxing herself for the tornado of Cally's temper. "He was still in his quarters in the civlian sector." It had felt so badass at the time. No she was questioning why. "I followed the three of them, but the doors closed before I could intervene. Faith maanged to get them open from the inside, and I stepped in, taking David's attention and focus off the two of them. He seemed to get more and more angry the more I kicked his ass. I needed to put him down. I... started to aim for his groin."

tags?

"I might have ruptured something. He took a full blow from my boot while on the ground, and didn't try to get up."

A rasp came from one of the interns, who hunched over slightly. "Warning before you impart that mental image?" The young man gave Nat a look.

"Ensign! Take a medkit and go." F'Arra pointed at the security Lieutenant who had gone slightly pale as well at Nat's words. "If that man needs medical assistance, make sure he gets it."

The security team left along with the Intern. The doctor turned to Cally. "She's bandaged up. I'm happy to discharge her. Your niece will stay overnight. Lieutenant Trouble over there. I'd like if she stayed too, just overnight. Leg injuries have a nasty habit of not healing right if you decide to do some damned foolish thing."

"I'll stay." Nat didn't quite meet Cally's gaze, not wanting to see what was there.

"She may be trouble, doctor, but in this case? I'm very thankful she is." The Captain sighed and made her way over to Natalya, "Thank you, Nat, I'm hoping he's regretting his decision a hell of a lot?"

"A dead man can't regret his choices. Nat agreed with a nod, looking at Cally with appreciation for her words. "I told him what would happen if he appeared in the same sector as Faith or her daughter again."

A scowl crossed Cally's face as she glanced briefly at Faith before she lowered her voice to just above a whisper, "He's still alive? I wish..." She sighed, "I can't wish that you'd killed him, but I don't want him around. Period. I hope that he's still there when Security gets there, put him away for a long time."

Nat tried not to let her anger flare. "He's a civilian who thinks he can push women around, probably because no one told him he can't. I wasn't about to straight up kill the man. I beat him, kicked him in the nuts a few times and told him that if he ever so much as breathes in the same sector as Faith or her daughter, I would do what Marines do: hunt, find, and kill." She would never be so callous as to kill a man, who was wounded, and hadn't been given a chance to back down.

"And I just want to protect my crew." The newly minted Captain agreed, unable to be angry at Nat. then she smiled and patted Nat's bed, "Get better, Lieutenant, we've got adventure ahead."