CMO Lieutenant Commander Isabelle Rousseau
Dec 3, 2018 19:18:10 GMT
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Post by Babs on Dec 3, 2018 19:18:10 GMT
11811.26 Containment
(with Annie as Mari)
Anxiety. It was the first thing that came into focus, even before any of Mari’s senses. Just darkness and an overwhelming sense of fear. Finally her body began to respond to her, first one eye opened. Staring up into the overhead lighting, with a sheen of various colors surrounding it like an aura. She squeezed her eye shut again and then opened them both before she tried to sit up. Her first attempt was weak and resulted in her dropping back against the floor again, looking up at the ceiling with a creeping sense of panic settling in her stomach. She couldn’t even say why she felt this way, but it was intense. She needed to get up, to get out. So she tried again, this time determination won out and she sat woozily on the floor.
“Doc, one of the science team is awake.. She’s trying to get up. ” Dedoja called from her post outside of the quarantine room, assigned to keep an eye on the two members of the infected science team. “Do you need me to give them another dose of the anesthizene?”
“No, Dej. As long as she seems calm enough. I’ll be there in a second...” Isabelle sealed her quarantine suit’s helmet with a hiss, locking it in place. “There.” Once protected from the mysterious green substance, she made her way back to the quarantine room and entered the code to go inside, grabbing a tricorder and medkit on the way.
“Ensign Lenali, are you alright?” She cast an eye over her two patients; one still asleep, the other awake. Stark was still out cold, laying on the floor with a bit of drool coming out of his mouth, the spittle tinged a greenish color. Lenali herself looked odd; her naturally golden skin had the appearance of being sprinkled with a green powder, giving her a coppery burnished look as if she were a statue covered in verdigris.
She approached Lenali carefully, offering a gloved hand to guide her to a bed nearby. “Let’s get you off the floor, shall we?”
Mari stared at the doctor’s hand for a second before she took it. Once standing, she leaned against the bed and felt the panic rising again. Her eyes roamed the room, looking for a way of escape. Finding no open door, she looked back to Dr. Rousseau with pleading eyes, “Please, let me go! I need out of here!”
“I can’t let the organism affect the rest of the ship, you know that.” She tried to project as much calm as she could, while at the same time easing her medical tricorder out of its pouch to run a scan on the infected science ensign. Dedoja watched anxiously from the window outside the room, one finger hovering over a stasis field button in case things went awry.
“No!”
Mari pushed past her as the panic began to make her throat feel as though it were closing. She rushed at the door and clawed at it like a caged wild animal. Looking for any way to find freedom. Her fingers couldn’t find purchase and the clawing and scrabbling gave way to pounding as she yelled for someone to help, to let her out.
“Dej, restraining field please.” Isabelle called through her suit com to the nurse, letting out a sigh. She didn’t want to have to play the jailer, but she was left with no choice. The safety of the crew was at stake. The field snapped into place over the panicked Mari, immobilising her.
“No, no, no…” Mari’s cries trailed off into a whimper as she found herself unable to move. Her heart raced as her eyes brimmed with tears. All hope of escape seemed to dissolve, even though the drive for it was overwhelming. “Please help me,” she whispered pitifully to the doctor.
“I’m doing my best, but I need to learn more in order to do so. Will you let me?” She held up the tricorder, showing Mari - or whatever Mari was becoming - how she could scan her own hand harmlessly, showing the network of nerves and blood vessels beneath the skin.
“I won’t hurt you.”
Her eyes flicked to the tricorder in Izzy’s hand and then back to her face. Mari still looked panicked, probably even more so now that she was well and truly trapped. Yet there was nothing she could do to try to escape anymore. So she was held there immobilized and watching wild eyed and terrified as she took her scans.
“I know this is frightening for you, and I’m sorry. I won’t keep you here any longer than I have to. Two more things for now, and then I’m done.” She quickly removed a pair of hypos from her kit. “A blood sample, this will sting just a little… And a dose of medicine for the pain.” The second hypospray pinched and hissed, and she stepped away from Mari, who was still watching her every move.
Once Mari’s scans were completed, Isabelle moved to Stark, and ran the same scans on him also. Stark had a higher fever, more inflammation and the skin seemed more irritated than Mari’s at the site of the infection. She took a blood sample from him also, followed by a dose of medication to manage the pain and inflammation.
She wasn’t quite sure how much they understood about what was happening to them. But it appeared that a retrovirus was busy replacing their DNA with its own, and she didn’t know how much time they had before it completely took over. She also knew that they had presented with the pain symptoms at approximately the same moment as the plasma sweep of the science lab. Like it or not, they seemed to be connected in some sort of psychic link to the organism, possibly to each other. To what extent, she wasn’t yet sure.
Mari watched helplessly as the doctor moved on to Stark. She knew what Dr. Rousseau was doing, but at the same time the need to escape was extremely intense. So much so that it was overwhelming the logical part of her brain. The part that knew this woman was only trying to help her. All she could focus on was the terrifying feeling of not being safe here. She was well acquainted with this feeling already. It had been a constant companion in her years of hiding, and had followed her well into this universe. Yet she had never felt it so strong as it was now.
Isabelle returned to Mari and put a gloved hand on her shoulder. “Mari, I still need to run a few tests. I’m going to leave this room now and then drop the restraining field, ok?” Isabelle hoped that Mari could understand, that her calm tone would break through to the person she knew was still inside.
She watched Izzy silently now. It was clear her captor didn’t understand. There was no point in trying to reason with her. Instead Mari followed Dr. Rousseau’s every movement with distrustful eyes. Waiting for a chance to escape.
(with Annie as Mari)
Anxiety. It was the first thing that came into focus, even before any of Mari’s senses. Just darkness and an overwhelming sense of fear. Finally her body began to respond to her, first one eye opened. Staring up into the overhead lighting, with a sheen of various colors surrounding it like an aura. She squeezed her eye shut again and then opened them both before she tried to sit up. Her first attempt was weak and resulted in her dropping back against the floor again, looking up at the ceiling with a creeping sense of panic settling in her stomach. She couldn’t even say why she felt this way, but it was intense. She needed to get up, to get out. So she tried again, this time determination won out and she sat woozily on the floor.
“Doc, one of the science team is awake.. She’s trying to get up. ” Dedoja called from her post outside of the quarantine room, assigned to keep an eye on the two members of the infected science team. “Do you need me to give them another dose of the anesthizene?”
“No, Dej. As long as she seems calm enough. I’ll be there in a second...” Isabelle sealed her quarantine suit’s helmet with a hiss, locking it in place. “There.” Once protected from the mysterious green substance, she made her way back to the quarantine room and entered the code to go inside, grabbing a tricorder and medkit on the way.
“Ensign Lenali, are you alright?” She cast an eye over her two patients; one still asleep, the other awake. Stark was still out cold, laying on the floor with a bit of drool coming out of his mouth, the spittle tinged a greenish color. Lenali herself looked odd; her naturally golden skin had the appearance of being sprinkled with a green powder, giving her a coppery burnished look as if she were a statue covered in verdigris.
She approached Lenali carefully, offering a gloved hand to guide her to a bed nearby. “Let’s get you off the floor, shall we?”
Mari stared at the doctor’s hand for a second before she took it. Once standing, she leaned against the bed and felt the panic rising again. Her eyes roamed the room, looking for a way of escape. Finding no open door, she looked back to Dr. Rousseau with pleading eyes, “Please, let me go! I need out of here!”
“I can’t let the organism affect the rest of the ship, you know that.” She tried to project as much calm as she could, while at the same time easing her medical tricorder out of its pouch to run a scan on the infected science ensign. Dedoja watched anxiously from the window outside the room, one finger hovering over a stasis field button in case things went awry.
“No!”
Mari pushed past her as the panic began to make her throat feel as though it were closing. She rushed at the door and clawed at it like a caged wild animal. Looking for any way to find freedom. Her fingers couldn’t find purchase and the clawing and scrabbling gave way to pounding as she yelled for someone to help, to let her out.
“Dej, restraining field please.” Isabelle called through her suit com to the nurse, letting out a sigh. She didn’t want to have to play the jailer, but she was left with no choice. The safety of the crew was at stake. The field snapped into place over the panicked Mari, immobilising her.
“No, no, no…” Mari’s cries trailed off into a whimper as she found herself unable to move. Her heart raced as her eyes brimmed with tears. All hope of escape seemed to dissolve, even though the drive for it was overwhelming. “Please help me,” she whispered pitifully to the doctor.
“I’m doing my best, but I need to learn more in order to do so. Will you let me?” She held up the tricorder, showing Mari - or whatever Mari was becoming - how she could scan her own hand harmlessly, showing the network of nerves and blood vessels beneath the skin.
“I won’t hurt you.”
Her eyes flicked to the tricorder in Izzy’s hand and then back to her face. Mari still looked panicked, probably even more so now that she was well and truly trapped. Yet there was nothing she could do to try to escape anymore. So she was held there immobilized and watching wild eyed and terrified as she took her scans.
“I know this is frightening for you, and I’m sorry. I won’t keep you here any longer than I have to. Two more things for now, and then I’m done.” She quickly removed a pair of hypos from her kit. “A blood sample, this will sting just a little… And a dose of medicine for the pain.” The second hypospray pinched and hissed, and she stepped away from Mari, who was still watching her every move.
Once Mari’s scans were completed, Isabelle moved to Stark, and ran the same scans on him also. Stark had a higher fever, more inflammation and the skin seemed more irritated than Mari’s at the site of the infection. She took a blood sample from him also, followed by a dose of medication to manage the pain and inflammation.
She wasn’t quite sure how much they understood about what was happening to them. But it appeared that a retrovirus was busy replacing their DNA with its own, and she didn’t know how much time they had before it completely took over. She also knew that they had presented with the pain symptoms at approximately the same moment as the plasma sweep of the science lab. Like it or not, they seemed to be connected in some sort of psychic link to the organism, possibly to each other. To what extent, she wasn’t yet sure.
Mari watched helplessly as the doctor moved on to Stark. She knew what Dr. Rousseau was doing, but at the same time the need to escape was extremely intense. So much so that it was overwhelming the logical part of her brain. The part that knew this woman was only trying to help her. All she could focus on was the terrifying feeling of not being safe here. She was well acquainted with this feeling already. It had been a constant companion in her years of hiding, and had followed her well into this universe. Yet she had never felt it so strong as it was now.
Isabelle returned to Mari and put a gloved hand on her shoulder. “Mari, I still need to run a few tests. I’m going to leave this room now and then drop the restraining field, ok?” Isabelle hoped that Mari could understand, that her calm tone would break through to the person she knew was still inside.
She watched Izzy silently now. It was clear her captor didn’t understand. There was no point in trying to reason with her. Instead Mari followed Dr. Rousseau’s every movement with distrustful eyes. Waiting for a chance to escape.