Sickbay & Surgery
Posted on Wed Apr 30th, 2025 @ 1:49am by Lieutenant JG Kally Kellerman & Ensign Henry Taylor & Senior Chief Petty Officer Jadizon Enor
Mission:
Doing What We Do Best
Location: Sickbay
Kally rematerialized in a scene of controlled chaos. She was immediately relieved she'd called all hands on deck, because with so few medical personnel, they'd need everyone. The two patients they'd transported over were on biobeds, each with a doctor scanning them and a nurse standing by. People were moving fast in preparation for more, but she wasn't thrilled that they weren't being prepped.
She went to a specimen tray and grabbed a sample vial. She quickly scraped some of the salve off her face and put it in the vial, sealing it and pocketing it for later. She quickly slapped her combadge. "Kellerman to Transporter Room 2," she said, her voice was strained, but alert. "I'm in Sickbay and attending to the packages you sent. Let me know if you need additional teams."
"We'll need three more gurneys," Henry said.
"Understood. I'll have them there immediately," Kally said.
She closed the channels and walked over to her patients. "What have we got--oh shit," she said, seeing Jadizon. She looked at the biobed's readings for both patients. "All right, listen up. I need both of them prepped for surgery while Doctor B'tel and I scrub up, then assist."
Doctor B'tel looked flustered but nodded. "Yes, Doctor," he said, as did the nurses. "Doctors Veshal and Stahl will stay here and when Doctor F'arra returns with the rest of the patients, they can take on the rest of the incoming," Kally said.
Everyone nodded in understanding as Kally stepped around the biobed and grabbed B'tel and a hypospray, pulling him towards the surgical ward.
Surgical Bay
As they sterilized and worked their way into the surgical gowns, Kally gave herself something for the pain in her cheek and breathed a sigh of relief. She smoothed her surgical suit and stepped into the surgical bay and walked over to Jadizon's table. She frowned and scanned him, watching his vital signs fluctuate. "All right," she said, taking a deep breath as the nurse stepped up next to her. "Activate SSF, begin plasma infusion, and hand me a laser scalpel," she said, holding out her hand.
The Threshold
The Chimera was gone. The pain, the struggle—it all faded into a quiet, weightless calm.
Jadizon stood in the spaceport, its docking bays stretching endlessly under golden twilight. The air smelled of engine coolant and fresh rain, warm and familiar. Shuttles sat idle, their open doors leading to nowhere.
"Jadi…"
The voice was soft, familiar—a tether to something distant, half-forgotten.
He turned.
Teyah.
She leaned casually against a railing, arms crossed, that same playful smirk tugging at her lips. She was exactly as he remembered—tall, sharp-eyed, always one step ahead of him.
"You’re late."
His throat tightened. She had been his first friend, the one who dared him to climb higher, to run faster, to never settle.
She had also died when he was just a boy.
Yet here she was.
Standing at the edge of the shadows. Waiting.
"Come on, slowpoke. We’ve got places to be."
A warmth curled around him, pulling—gentle but insistent. The exhaustion, the fight, the noise of life—it all drifted away.
For the first time in a long time, he felt weightless. No duty. No expectations. No war.
"It’s better here, Jadi." She took a step forward, hand outstretched. "No more struggling. No more fighting."
The spaceport stretched further, its edges flickering, shifting in ways that didn’t make sense.
Something felt off.
His instincts twisted, a warning he couldn’t name.
“Tey…?” His voice was hoarse, uncertain. “What is this?”
Her expression didn’t change. The same teasing grin, the same twinkle in her eyes.
"What it’s always been."
She extended her hand again.
"Come and see."
The pull deepened, wrapping around him like a warm current, dragging him toward the unknown.
Jadizon didn’t resist.
Surgical Bay
"Doctor, his heart rate's dropping," the nurse said.
"Damnit," Kally said. She'd been slowly repairing the damage to his body. The damage to his head hadn't been as bad as she'd first feared, just a mild concussion, but the electrical surge through his body had done extensive damage, and the shot to the shoulder had already weakened him. She'd repaired most of the damage, but was taking her time around the vital organs. "Blood pressure?"
"Eighty-five over sixty and falling," the nurse said.
"Leporazine is out," Kally said, running through her option. ""All right, I need ten ceecees cortolin and have neural stimulators ready."
The nurse loaded the hypo and passed it over. Kally didn't even hesitate as she pressed it to Jadizon's neck. "C'mon..." she said, returning to repair the internal tissue damage.
It didn't take long, however, for the biobed to sound the alarm. "Heart rate is faltering, he's slipping," the nurse said.
"All right, charge them," Kally said, taking the offered stimulators and placing them on Jadizon's head. "Start at twenty."
"Charging....ready," the nurse said.
"Go," Kally said. Jadizon's body didn't move and she bit her lip. "Increase to thirty," she said. When the nurse signaled clear, she hit the button. This time, there was a minor reaction from Jadizon and Kally felt her heart leap into her chest. She grabbed a tricorder and scanned him intently. "Again," she said.
This time, he jumped harder and the biobed began to register his heartbeat. "Heart rate steady...blood pressure returning to normal," Kally said, breathing a sigh of relief. She still had a bit more repair work to do, but his vitals were looking considerably better. "All right," she said, "let's finish this up."
The Threshold – The Collector’s Obsession
The void pulsed, deep and endless, wrapping around Jadizon like an old lover’s embrace. The last remnants of the spaceport illusion had crumbled, leaving only the darkness beneath him.
And she stood at the center of it all.
Not Teyah.
Not even a ghost.
She was something else.
Something old.
Something that had waited too long.
"You fight so hard, Jadizon." Her voice coiled around him, neither whisper nor shout—just certainty.
He was still sinking, the black tendrils tightening, curling over his arms, his chest, his throat—pulling him deeper into her domain.
"But why?" She tilted her head, watching him with something almost amused, almost admiring. "What is there waiting for you?"
Jadizon gritted his teeth, muscles straining against the cold grip of the abyss.
“I don’t belong here.”
Her smile widened, and she took a step forward, unrushed, her presence commanding.
"Oh, but you do."
The tendrils tightened.
"How many times have you stood at this threshold? How many times have you cheated me?"
Her eyes pierced through him, and suddenly—memories surged, flashing across the void.
A battlefield, blood pooling around him—an explosion that should have ended him, but didn’t.
A failed boarding mission, a hull breach, the air ripped from his lungs—but he survived.
A shuttle crash. A firefight. A duel in the dark.
So many moments where he should have died.
But hadn’t.
The tendrils pressed against his skin, almost gentle now, like a caress.
"You have been mine for a long time, Jadizon." Her voice dripped with something more than hunger—possession.
She circled him now, her gaze studying him, drinking him in.
"I’ve followed you. Watched you. Waited for you. And every time, you slip through my fingers."
The void shifted, twisting around them, showing him images of himself—dying, bleeding, crawling back to life when others would have let go.
"You were meant to be here. With me."
Jadizon’s breath hitched as the grip on him tightened again, no longer forceful, but coaxing, inviting.
"A man like you—why would you want to go back?" She leaned in, her voice almost seductive now, whispering against his ear. "More battles? More orders? More nights where you wonder if it’s worth it?"
Her fingers traced along his jaw, cool and smooth—not flesh, not warmth, but something else.
"Let me take the burden from you."
Jadizon’s pulse spiked, his breath shallow.
Because for a second, it almost made sense.
She felt it.
Her fingers brushed over his chest, over the spot where his heart still fought to beat.
"I could make it so easy for you."
The void pressed in, the weight of it wrapping around his mind, his will, his soul.
"You don’t have to fight anymore, Jadizon."
The promise hummed through him—a call, a temptation.
His body wanted to sink.
His heart wanted to stay.
But his soul remembered.
He clenched his jaw, forcing his breath through his nose, his fingers twitching against the pull.
She felt the shift in him.
Her smile faltered.
"You’re hesitating."
Her fingers pressed harder, the tendrils tightening again, shifting from caress to chains.
"I don’t want to take you by force, Jadizon." Her voice turned sharper, edged with something possessive, frustrated, yearning. "I want you to want this. To want me."
He exhaled sharply. “That’s never gonna happen.”
Her smile vanished.
The darkness around him cracked.
And for the first time, she looked—angry.
"You think you can defy me?" The void surged, constricting around him, wrapping him in ice-cold nothingness.
"I have claimed men greater than you, warriors who fought harder, souls who were far stronger. And in the end?" She leaned in, her lips curling.
"They all gave in."
Jadizon’s jaw clenched as the darkness dragged him deeper, wrapping tighter, suffocating.
"And so will you."
His vision blurred, his body screamed—
But then—
A shock. A jolt. A pull in the other direction.
The void cracked again.
The tendrils shuddered, their grip loosening—
Her expression contorted into rage.
"NO."
The world splintered apart—
And she screamed.
A raw, furious, inhuman wail, not of pain—but of denial.
"YOU BELONG TO ME!"
Then—
Everything shattered.
Sickbay
Holding On
Jadizon’s fingers twitched, his chest rising with a deep, shuddering breath.
His vitals, once failing, stabilized.
He wasn’t awake.
But he had escaped.
For now.
Kally stepped back and leaned against the surgical table as the nurse finished closing the last of her work. She watched the bioreadings above the biobed and let out a sigh of relief. His heartbeat was steady, his brainwaves showed deep sleep, and his body was operating normally. She had almost lost him, and that scared her more than she was willing to admit, but he seemed stable now and it was all she could do not to wake him to give him a kiss.
Instead, she left the nurse to finish up and headed back to Sickbay to supervise the remaining patients.
Between Worlds – The Veil and the Voice
Jadizon Enor’s body lay still in Chimera’s surgical bay, stabilized but far from safe. His vitals held, his body mending. But his mind—his spirit—drifted somewhere far beyond biobeds and medscanners.
He stood alone in a world of endless white, where every direction stretched into light without source or shadow. It was silent, but not empty. Still, but not dead.
He was barefoot, dressed in nothing more than the kind of clothes he hadn’t worn since he was a boy on El-Nar—loose, familiar, comforting. But even that comfort felt borrowed, like the air here: soft, strange, and unreal.
He turned slowly, cautious by instinct, but there was no threat. Not yet.
Then the light thickened, and from it stepped a figure.
Not a blur, not a mist—a person, standing tall and deliberate. They were clothed in robes that shifted like the surface of a calm ocean, white and silver, woven with something older than fabric. Their face was too perfect—and yet completely indistinct. A presence more than a person, a pressure more than a form. Their eyes glowed faintly, like dying stars.
Jadizon squared his shoulders, but didn’t speak.
The figure did.
“You fought well, Jadizon Enor.”
Their voice wasn’t loud—but it carried, like thunder rolling beneath still water. It was one voice, but somehow a chorus, layered and vast.
He narrowed his eyes. “Where am I?”
The figure stepped closer, hands folded behind their back.
“Not hers.”
The answer sent a ripple through him.
“She tried to take me.”
“She tries to take many,” they said calmly. “She is the lie that waits in silence. She wears the faces of your love, your regrets. She promises peace, but offers only ownership.”
“You’re not denying it,” Jadizon said. “This is death, isn’t it?”
The figure tilted their head slightly.
“This is choice.”
Jadizon stepped forward, cautiously. “You said I fought well. Fought what?”
“Her.”
Images surged in the white around him—her face, first as Teyah, then flickering like glass—distorted, stretched, monstrous beneath the illusion. Tendrils of shadow pulling at him, soft whispers turned to snarls, her voice like velvet soaked in venom.
The figure walked beside him now, effortless in the light.
“She wanted you for what you are. Not a soldier. Not an officer. But a soul that refuses. She delights in those who surrender. She hungers for the ones who fight, because she believes they’ll eventually fall. The harder the climb, the sweeter the fall.”
Jadizon’s jaw clenched. He could still feel her grip on him. Cold. Seductive. Unrelenting.
“Why me?” he asked. “Why am I so damned interesting?”
The figure turned to face him fully. Their eyes blazed brighter now—not warm, but commanding.
“Because you keep choosing to crawl back when everything in you begs to rest. You bear wounds that never had time to scar. You’ve watched others fall, and stayed standing. You carry a soul that refuses to break, even when it’s shattered. And that makes you... rare.”
Jadizon felt the weight of their words settle in his chest. Not praise. Not flattery. Fact.
“You said this is choice. What happens if I stay?”
The figure raised a hand, and the light shifted—suddenly soothing, so pure it nearly hurt.
“You’ll know peace. You’ll forget the pain, the burden, the war. You’ll sleep without dreams, and never wake again. You will be remembered. But never again burdened.”
For a moment, Jadizon felt it—the pull again. But not like before. Not deception. This was real. Earned.
And yet—
He clenched his fists.
“I want that,” he admitted, his voice low, raw. “Gods help me, I want that.”
The figure said nothing.
“But not yet.”
The light flickered—not from instability, but reaction.
The figure gave a single nod.
“Then go.”
A pulse of energy surged beneath Jadizon’s feet. The light around him twisted, focusing into a narrow point behind him. A path. A return.
He turned to take it, but paused.
“Wait… are you gods?”
The figure finally smiled—just a little.
“We are not gods. We are only the ones who witness.”
Jadizon nodded once, then stepped into the path. The light swallowed him whole.
Sickbay – Unmoving, but Unbroken
His body remained still on the biobed. His vitals steady, his breath even. His hands twitched slightly—just once.
Jadizon Enor wasn’t awake.
But he had chosen.
And he was not done yet.
Kally stepped back and leaned against the surgical table as the nurse finished closing the last of her work. She watched the bio readings above the biobed and let out a sigh of relief. His heartbeat was steady, his brainwaves showed deep sleep, and his body was operating normally. She had almost lost him, and that scared her more than she was willing to admit, but he seemed stable now and it was all she could do not to wake him up to give him a kiss.
Instead, she left the nurse to finish up and headed back to Sickbay to supervise the remaining patients.
