Stories Straight

Posted on Mon Sep 5th, 2016 @ 11:15pm by Lieutenant Commander Siivas McKenzie & Captain Patrick O'Connor
Edited on on Mon Sep 5th, 2016 @ 11:16pm

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Mission: Taking Chances
Location: USS Bonne Chance, Deck 6, Sickbay
Timeline: 2265

Patrick lay in the biobed, awake and looking over reports. Lots of information to go over, and while the medical staff wasn't thrilled that he was working, he had at least followed through with the request to remain in sickbay until morning to be monitored, despite his protests that he was fine.

He finished his log entries and handed the materials to the Yeoman. "Send the reports into StarFleet in the morning Tabitha. And let them know I will have more thorough followups forth with."

"Yes sir." The beautiful woman gathered up all the materials and exited sickbay.

Patrick looked to his left and saw Siivas in a biobed, looking asleep. He wondered if he was really sleeping, or if he was merely playing a part. Deltans seemed to be good at that, or at least this one was. He considered the events on the station, if he could have done anything different that might have saved the life of Ak'Ahar. It seemed like such a waste for the man to die, especially since Patrick knew that he would have survived the incident. Which shifted his mind to the shuttle. The shockwave had been rough, and Siivas was the last one to collapse to Patrick's memory. He needed to talk with the doctor, who had strangely enough become a lot like a counselor or wise sage aboard the vessel.

Patrick reached out and tried to poke Siivas, but missed and nearly fell out of the biobed. "Damnation..." he muttered under his breathe.

"If you pull out Xian's sutures she's going to redo them without anesthesia," Siivas commented softly, eyes still shut, to all appearances asleep.

Patrick did a double take. "Are you awake? Or am I hearing things?" He looked around on his body, "And what sutures. You are the one that needed to be sewn back together like a ragdoll."

"Do you honestly think you're in sickbay for an hour longer than necessary because of some bruises?" Siivas asked with a soft chuckle and then moaned. "Xian used protein glue on me because I'll be up and about shortly. You're closed up but there's a few bits inside that are being held together with duct tape and good wishes," he smiled slightly, "so don't overdo it."

Patrick smiled. He knew that wasn't true. His body, while it might appear like the average ordinary human body, was anything but. and all because of those damn bastards...but he needed to play along, keep up the illusion or frailty and mortality. "Do you recall how we got back? The shockwave and all of that?"

"Oh I remember all of it," Siivas sighed. "In painful clarity. I remember the initial shockwave, the shields being almost wiped, the meteoroids and trying to keep shields up while I programmed an automated course, the inertial dampeners were offline so we were pulling a lot of gravities. I got the emergency transponder off before I couldn't control my body anymore," he sighed, winced and frowned a little.

Patrick nodded. "It wasn't so easy to keep us in one piece. Next time you plan on blowing up a station that size, you might want to make sure we are in something more powerful than a shuttle." Patrick gave a cough and fake a pain wince, trying to keep up the guise. "I recall seeing you pass out just before me. It was amazing you managed as well as you did."

"Did you know that even in the deepest of unconscious states your senses and your mind are still working? That even though you're conscious mind isn't aware of it, your subconscious stores sensory memories and experiences? I've been reviewing mine and I remember the shuttle being pulled in with a tractor beam, us being beamed off and, I'm rather surprised, beamed directly to sickbay somehow." He opened his eyes to look over at the captain, opened just a slit. the blue surrounded entirely by red from the burst blood vessels in his eyes, "I remember getting very close to dead," he sighed less intensely this time and added, "again. It gave the medical teams time to work on your and the others, to keep you alive, while I hovered there, between."

"You are going to have to give my compliments to your staff. I'd say considering nobody died, that they deserve a few days or rest and relaxation, perhaps on Risa. I hear it is lovely there. Personally, I think I just need a good meal and a belt or two from my personal supply of Jameson and i will be right as rain." Patrick gave a smile towards the doctor. "I think you certainly good use a drink doctor. You look terrible. Perhaps a good soak in one of those pleasure ponds they speak of might aide in your recovery."

Patrick laid his head back down and closed his eyes, allowing himself to sleep. He might as well use the opportunity to get some sleep...somehow, he expected not to get much in the coming days.

 

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