Something witty goes here
Posted on Sat Dec 7th, 2019 @ 12:57am by Lieutenant Sandra Adamson & Lieutenant Commander T'Par
Edited on on Sat Dec 7th, 2019 @ 1:06am
Mission:
For Whom The Bell Tolls
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: MD 6 1500
758 words - 1.5 OF Standard Post Measure
Sandy was cleaning equipment in sickbay and then placed them orderly on a card. She took out a padd and made some notes on it. When she finished organizing she went in to her office. Normally one of the nurses would do that, but since it was a quiet day she send them on a little relieve. They would be on stand by in emergencies. But since there was nothing to do then these tasks, Sandy figured she could do those. She then started on some due reports. They were due next week, but she thought she would start on them now.
T'Par arrived in sickbay. Not seeing any of the nurses around, she stepped further in until she saw Sandy in her office. She noticed the doctor was working on some reports. "I hope I'm not interrupting, Dr. Adamson?"
Sandy paused and looked at T'Par, "Not at all, Lieutenant, I am working on reports, but they're not due till next week." She turned off her computer. "How may I help you?" She asked smiling friendly to the Vulcan.
T'Par paused. She was hesitant to discuss these matters with someone she didn't know well, even if it was a doctor. "I have been having strange dreams recently. They have managed to...they have perturbed me. Meditation does not help. Mental exercises do not help."
"How long have you been having these dreams?" Sandy asked as she started making notes on her computer. "And maybe you could tell me something about those dreams."
"In the most recent dream, I am being intimate with my husband. When it's not during the ponn farr, we are normally tender with one another. We do not unleash the fierce passions which visit us on those occasions but we are normally less stringent in our discipline. It is still unusual for him to laugh and in the dream he does with increasing fervor until it can only be described as maniacal. I leave our bed and turn on the lights only to find that he's been replaced by a Romulan. He holds his hand out and asks me to join him in the conquest of Qo'nos. Then I awaken. There are others, all similarly bizarre."
Sandy nodded. "Normally I would ask you to speak to a counselor, but you are not the first to report unusual conditions." She took out a tricorder and then looked at her tricorder. As she was looking at the tricorder she said, "Lieutenant could you please lay down on the biobed."
"It might be a fascinating experience. I have never been to a counselor per se," T'Par said. There was no attempt to hide the curiosity in her voice. Like many, perhaps most, Vulcans, she did not regard curiosity as an emotional reaction to be suppressed but rather as a healthy intellectual trait. However, she let the matter rest there as the doctor suggested a different course of action. "Yes, doctor," was the only answer T'Par made as she lay on the biobed.
Sandy in the meantime started up the scan. She adjusted the scan and then started to collect the data. She started scrolling in her data. "Interesting," she said, still looking at the screen. She magnified the image on her screen. "There you are." She turned the monitor. "Thank you, Lieutenant," She continued, "You may have a look at the monitor." She pointed to the device latched on her cerebral cortex. "That could be the cause of your nightly visions. It's not the first time I have seen it. I currently have no explanation as to the origin of the device, or what it exactly, but for sure is that it has cause a lot of head problems, so far."
"Is there any way to remove it?" T'Par asked, looking dispassionately at the device latched to her cerebral cortex and altering her mind.
"Not at the moment," Sandy replied, "We are working hard on a solution. Either disabling them first without causing harm to the host. And finally removing them safely from the host without causing brain damage." She walked to a trolley and set a hyposrpay. "I could give you something to suppress the dreaming for a while so you at least get a decent night of sleep."
"That will have to suffice," T'Par agreed impassively.
Sandy pressed the hypo spray against T'Par's neck. "That should do it," She said. "I will keep you upraised on the progress we're making."
"Thank you, doctor," T'Par said as she stood.
Lieutenant Sandra Adamson
CMO
Lieutenant T'Par
CIO
