Joint Duty Log | Capt Ivanova Cmdr PontBrillant & Lt Rotek - "Afterburners"

Posted on Thu Oct 30th, 2014 @ 7:13am by Admiral Rochelle Ivanova & Vlimar PontBrillant & Lieutenant Commander Rotek

1,981 words; about a 10 minute read

Mission: All Hallows’
Location: Main Sickbay

As the door finally shut, Vlimar yelled "Sickbay, emergency". The door were a mere indication of the state of the lift, crippled, but moving. He kept looking at Rochelle, insuring that she had been breathing, but her eyes were shut, her face taking a whiter colour as time went by. Vlimar impatiently waited that the lift to stop moving, sign that he had reached his destination. Inside the crippled elevator, Vlimar kept looking at the door, then on the unconscious face of Rochelle, showing various cuts and bruises. As he looked on her immobile face, a small breathing could be seen from the finer of hair covering her bloody face, moving along as her nose expelled air. The Commander, in his indescriptible anticipation, kept being attracted to the face, the beautiful, pale face of the woman he found himself in love with.

As the lift stopped, rather abruptly, sending Vlimar's downwards, as he struggled to keep on his feet, he looked as the door opening slowly, signs of the decrepitude state the ship was left in. He immediately looked around him inside the sickbay. Glass on the floor, various equipment laying here and there, a biobed on its side, while tubing was hanging from the ceiling. A slight smog of war was seen, making Vlimar vision blurred slightly. He looked at the various nurses and doctors running around, trying to find a glimpse of the CMO.

Vlimar stepped in, still carrying the unconscious body of the Captain, her red hair hanging down into emptiness, as he cradled her head inside his arms and against his chest, while holding her legs tightly. He walked towards the office of the CMO, hoping to find him there, avoiding various obstacles on his way.

"Doctor?", he yelled, hoping that both his familiar voice and the call from the bridge would have made a sense of the emergency.

Rotek sighed, exhausted from how busy he was with all the patients he was dealing with. Looking up, his annoyance vanished, and rushing around his desk, he gestured for the commander to place the woman on a nearby biobed. Running a tricorder over her he said "What happened to her? Why is she unconscious?"

Vlimar slowly deposed her on the biobed. "Head trauma, I believe.", he stated, looking at the still body of the beautiful redhead. "She resisted for a long time, we are alive because of her.", he stated, taking a step back to ensure that the doctor had enough space to work.

Nodding, he pressed a hypo to her neck to stabilize her and said "How was she injured? It will help me know where to go with treatment."

Vlimar kept looking at her face, for signs of awakening. "She was hit by a ceiling panel, which made her nose bleed and the other injuries you see.", he stated. "She remained up for a while following this, leading the ship to safety.", he added, not that the information was medically relevant, but enough for him to state it.

Frowning, Rotek replied "Understood. I hate to do this, but I need you to either assist me with patching her up or leave. We're overcrowded here as it is, and I can't spare any nurses at the moment. I assume you remember the basics of emergency medicine?"

Vlimar looked at Rotek, surprised. "Yeah, I presume so.", he stated. as he looked around him, grabbing gauze and applying it to Rochelle's nose, somewhat relived that he would remain next to her. He swiped the blood gently, then looked up. "Guide me doc, what do you want me to do?", he asked, pushing up his sleeves.

Smiling slightly Rotek replied "Keep doing what you're doing for now. Clean her up, and keep an eye on her vitals. I'm going to perform some deep scans of her head to make sure there isn't any severe damage." Quickly he moved to a nearby closet and grabbed a cranial scanner and returned to the bed. Placing it over head he set it to its highest setting and let it do its job.

Vlimar kept wiping her injuries, in a ever soft fashion. He was somewhat admiring the beautiful face he had in front of him, while making sure he was not applying pressure anywhere. "The nose seems broken.", he stated, as he wiped the bridge slightly. "Its crooked.", he added.

Nodding as the scanner continued working, Rotek replied "Yes, I noticed that. Thankfully that is something we can fix and that doesn't seem to have caused permanent damage. I'm hoping once these scans are complete I can know how to relieve the pressure on her skull and work on repairing any damage."

Vlimar nodded. He lowered his eyes from Rotek back to Rochelle. He began to pass his hand in his hair, almost trying to comfort her. After a few seconds, he caught himself, and resumed cleaning the injuries. "Broken wrist?", he asked, noticing the black patch on her right wrist, which seem slightly misformed.

Sighing, Rotek replied "If you can work on fixing that while I review the scans it would be helpful. There should be an osteoregenerator in the drawer beside you."

Vlimar looked beside him and remembered the appearance of an osteogenerator. He grabbed the instrument and began to work on the woman's wrist, silently.

Thankful the scans had completed, and that besides some slight swelling but nothing that could be dangerous Rotek looked over to PontBrilliant and said "The scans look ok, I'm going to try to wake her." Loading a hypo with both a stimulant and a pain reliever, he pressed it to her neck and waited for her to wake up.

The Captain’s eyelids fluttered against what looked like flashes of light. Bright flashes of red and white, yellows intermingling, all violently exploded behind them. She flinched away from them, her nose wrinkling in distaste – it was the pain of that action that sent her consciousness over the edge and saw to it that she woke up with a yelp. “The bri—“ Rochelle paused, her heart racing and speech rough. Her throat felt raw and ragged, bogged down by the painful amount of fluid that she’d been force fed by her broken nose. She wasn’t on the bridge. She was in sickbay, the lights, the biobed beneath her, Rotek – they were all dead give aways that she’d passed out and been carried there by… Vlimar. Her wild eyes assessed him and the tool that he was passing over her badly bruised and swollen wrist, though there was no pain to be felt in it. Whatever damage had been done had already been reversed. “Go back to the bridge, Commander, that’s an order.” She coughed and chose to remain stationary while Rotek continued to work. Her head spun wildly, or was it the room? She couldn’t be sure.

Thankful that she had woken up, Rotek quickly moved to confirm her vitals were returning to somewhat normal. As he worked, he moved around to her field of vision and asked quietly "How are you feeling Captain? Don't try to move too much."


"I've been better." Rochelle coughed, trying to free her throat of whatever grit had made it so rough. She didn't want to move, her head refused to let her do much else without feeling the rise of nausea begin to creep through her abdomen. "But I've been worse." She added, looking up at the doctor as he came around to her.

Smiling slightly he said "I'm happy that you're ok Captain. I heard what happened, and was very worried the damage was worse then it was. That being said, there is still some damage I need to work on with your nose and lacerations to your head, but you'll be fine with some time."

The Captain would have shaken her head if it wasn't for the throbbing, aching stiffness that was already settling in. Bone deep. That's how it felt, bone deep and worthy of high grade pain meds. Those would have to wait until the Vindicator was secured and her crew accounted for. "Do what you need to do, Doc. I'll be good... For now." She winked, trying to settle her friend further. She hurt, but the ship hurt worse and she'd need to get back to the bridge as quickly as possible.

Nodding as he began working on the lacerations on her head he said with a smirk "Thank you, Captain. I will suggest however that you don't try to wrestle any wild targs after I patch you up. It'll be a week or so before you're back to full strength."

"Lucky for you I don't have any aspirations of doing any such thing." She grinned and rolled her eyes. A week was a long time for any officer, not just a Captain -- but luck seemed to smile on the good doctor's side with the fact the Vindicator would be forced back into Qu'Vat for repairs. That would leave Rochelle with no choice but to find some form of relaxation. "I owe you lunch at the very least for taking care of this so quickly."

Smiling, he said "I would be honored Captain." Pausing as he finished up healing the lacerations, he ran the osteoregenerator over her nose and said "I'm not sure if it is appropriate to ask, but the battle we were in. Did we win?"

"Good." Closing her eyes and trying to relax as he worked, Rochelle did everything she could not to wrinkle her nose or smile at the question. "We won." She answered softly, "If we hadn't, we wouldn't be here." And that was the ugly truth of it. The Romulans would have destroyed the ship and taken a few of them hostage for whatever purpose they believed they could use them for. They'd dodged a bullet and the young Captain knew that measures would need to be taken to avoid paying that price again. "The Romulans... Treat them well. Hold the badly injured in quarantine rooms behind a force field. I'll make sure Security sends you the appropriate amount of men."

Nodding, he replied "Of course Captain. Once you're up to it, I'll hold you to our lunch date ok? I already have some of my staff dealing with the worst cases with the Romulans. I'll update you when I get more information. Was there anything else before I leave you to sleep?"

"You better. I look forward to it." Rochelle allowed her eyes to re-open, smiling tiredly at her friend and his instance she hold true to that offered lunch. So very few were let into her inner circle, so very few. Rotek was an exemplary man who had been forged from strife just as she had been and had made them kindred spirits and all that. "Would I be allowed to go sleep in my own quarters? My bed could be put to better use with someone who really needs it."

Sighing, Rotek replied "Sure Captain, I do need this bed for the other patients. I will comply with your request on two conditions. I need you to contact me the moment you experience any major pain. And I need you to truly be off duty. Can you comply with those requests?"

"Cross my heart." She agreed with a nod and offered her pinkie finger in promise, glad to be headed back to her own bed.

Gently linking his own finger in hers, he smiled and then said "Ok then. I'll have Ensign Hernandez escort you back to your quarters. Sleep well Captain." After receiving a nod, he moved to the other side of the bay to check on the status of the Romulan patients.

=/\=End Log=/\=
Captain Rochelle Ivanova
Commanding Officer
USS VINDICATOR, NCC 78213-E

Lieutenant Rotek
Chief Medical Officer
USS Vindicator 78213-E

Commander Vlimar PontBrillant
SOC
USS Vindicator

 

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