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Post by spacedaisy on Mar 30, 2017 16:16:02 GMT
Lt JG Evans, Penelope
Demographic Information
Name: Penelope Evans Species: Human Sub-Species: Caucasian-Female Birthplace: Goshen, Indiana Date of Birth: February 18, 2371 Stardate: 17102.18 Age: 26 Height: 162 cm Weight: 52 kg Hair Color: Dark brown Hair Style: slightly wavy, cut in a bob falling just at her chin line Eye Color: Green Physical Description: Penelope is a slight woman, with a timid demeanor and a slightly pixie-like appearance. Her hair is usually slightly mussed, owing to the fact she doesn’t think much about it and tends to fiddle with it when she is deep in thought or anxious. She wears glasses because as a child she frequently disobeyed her parents by reading in the dark when she was supposed to be in bed sleeping. She could have had her vision corrected, but she mostly just needs the glasses for reading and she grew attached to them, almost like a security blanket. She has a small scar just under her chin where she fell as a child and split it open, requiring treatment. The wound didn’t heal properly and left a barely visible scar. Otherwise she has no distinguishing scars or tattoos.
============ =/\= =================== =/\= =============Family Demographics & History
Spouse: NA Father: Jarod Evans Profession: Mechanic Mother: Lily Evans Profession: NA Siblings: NA Penelope’s father was a mechanic and her mother carried out the stereotypical housewife role, but Penelope knew her mother had wanted more for herself. So Penelope worked hard to get into Starfleet Medical so she would make her mother and father proud, and also so that she wouldn’t live with the same kind of regrets her mother did. Penelope was an only child and never knew any of her extended family. ============ =/\= =================== =/\= =============Starfleet and Medical TrainingPenelope was neither outstanding nor unsuitable in her Starfleet and medical training. She never stood out, but she worked hard to keep her grades up and graduated middle of her class, with no special honors or awards. ============ =/\= =================== =/\= =============Starfleet Service RecordAssignment: USS Chiron Date reported aboard: Stardate: Position: Medical Officer Rank: Ensign Stardate 11801.18: Promoted to Lieutenant Junior Grade and Chief Medical Officer of the Chiron Stardate 11801.18: Awarded the Captain's Letter of Commendation for conspicuous dedication to duty in a time of crisis Stardate 11801.18: Awarded the Ribbon of Meritorious Service for Excellent Management of Sickbay in a time of crisis Stardate 11808.02 Awarded Admiral’s Letter of Commendation for exemplary heroism in neutralizing the USS Voltaire Stardate 11808.02 Awarded the Ribon of Meritorious Service for outstanding performance as Chief Medical Officer in a crisis Stardate 11808.02 Promoted to Lieutenant ============ =/\= =================== =/\= =============
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Post by spacedaisy on Apr 7, 2017 6:45:52 GMT
11704.06 - Pre-launch
Penelope had barely unpacked her bag before they were heading out on their first mission, this wasn't what she imagined and the idea of her very first mission being in battle was nothing short of terrifying to her. What few moments she had, she decided to call her Mom. She idly twisted a lock of hair around her finger as she waited until her mother's face filled the screen.
"Penny! I wondered when I would hear from you. Are you settled in?" Lily smiled widely as she greeted her daughter.
"I called first chance I got, I've only just been tossed into quarters because we're headed out on a mission," Penelope responded, "How are you Mom?"
"Oh, don't bother with me. I'm the same as always. I got the photo you sent me of you at graduation, I wish we could have been there, but you know how it is for your father. When the jobs are there, he can't get away. No telling when the next job will come along."
She gave a half hearted shrug, by now she had gotten accustomed to her father's lack of engagement in her education. "I had hoped you could get away, but I never really expected Dad would show up."
Lily recognized the tone in her daughter's voice, "Don't be hard on him, he just doesn't understand."
"Doesn't understand what Mom? That I didn't want to live in Indiana for the rest of my life? Why can't he be happy for me, or proud of me for once?"
"He is proud of you, and he loves you. It's just hard on him, you being so far from home."
Penelope shook her head, "Let's not argue Mom, anyway I need to go I've got loads to prep in sickbay for the mission."
"Oh, where are they sending you?"
"Nowhere too exciting, I'll get in touch and tell you about it when it's over. I love you Mom, tell Dad hi for me. I really do need to go now," Penelope cut the transmission off before her mom could protest and leaned back in her seat. The last thing she wanted to tell her mother was that they were being sent into battle only half prepared. It was scary enough for Penelope without worrying her mother on top of it all.
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Post by spacedaisy on Apr 13, 2017 8:26:14 GMT
Stardate 11704.06
The call to prep for possible wounded in coming had come and so they had rushed around and prepped for wounded. The ship had lurched and stopped, and lurched some more. No one down in sickbay was quite sure what was happening, so they waited. Penelope stood, nervously twisting a lock of hair and watched as her fellow sickbay staffers chatted. Sometimes she was jealous of them. Since a lot of this crew had come from a previous ship, there were relationships already formed. Friendships forged she was not part of. It was never easy for her to make friends, even more so when she was finding her place among a crew that already knew each other well. The doors to sickbay slid open and a couple crewmen entered, one holding their head. She was the nearest medical officer so they came directly to where she was standing.
"He fell into a console when the ship stopped, hit his head pretty badly," the woman said. Penelope wasn't sure of her name.
"May I see it?" she inquired softly, gently moving his hand away from the wound. The skin was split open and the cut was deep, but it was mostly superficial. Regardless of that fact, it was bleeding fairly profusely, much like most head wounds.
The blood dripped down into his eye and he wiped at it, a look of panic on his face, "How bad is it Doc?"
Grabbing a cloth from the cart next to the bio bed, she gave what she hoped was a reassuring smile, "It's not bad at all. You'll be right as rain in no time."
She noticed a couple other people trickle into the sickbay and receiving care from others there. Her eyes fell back on the patient sitting on the bed in front of her and she reached for a hypospray, "First let's take care of the pain." Her eyes widened as he jerked back, lifting a hand to stop her from administering it. "Is something wrong?"
"What is it?"
Penelope couldn't mask her confusion, "Just a standard analgesic..."
"Yeah, but what is it? I'm allergic to some of the common ones."
"Hydrocortilene."
"I can't take that one. Can you give me something else?"
Her cheeks flushed in humiliation, but she tried to ignore it as she nodded and asked, "Triptacederin?"
"Not allergic to that one. Not that I know of anyway."
"I'll be right back," she slipped away to the medical supply closet. Once there she paused a moment, inwardly berating herself, "You should have looked at his medical file before you tried to give him something Penny! You know better than that, get it together! If he hadn't thought to ask..."
With a shake of her head she stopped that line of thinking and focused her attention on the task at hand and located the drug she was looking for. Turning once more she drew in a deep breath and headed back out into the sickbay to finish the job.
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Post by spacedaisy on Aug 28, 2017 22:14:55 GMT
Stardate 11708.24
As groups of Hirogen began sweeping the ship in their inspection, Penelope sat at a console in sickbay looking into the matter Captain Sumner had requested of her. She brought up the most current medical file for the captain and skimmed over it, ensuring she knew of any allergies before she put together anything else. Then she looked into the most commonly prescribed treatments. It wasn't as common to treat it with medicine as it had once been, but with a bit of research she settled on a simple combination of a buspiron for the anti-anxiety coupled with a mild anti-depressant. It should do the trick.
Just as she had come to a decision the sickbay doors slid open and the anticipated inspection team came stomping in the door. Penelope stood up and surreptitiously tapped the screen to close all the files that were open. Somehow she doubted that Captain Sumner would appreciate the Hirogen having any information regarding her medical treatment. The lead Hirogen of the small group swept a harsh glance across the length of the room and it's few occupants before making a quick motion to the two standing behind him. The other two fanned out and began opening drawers, cabinets and just generally being asobnoxious and destructive as possible. There was a loud clatter from the supply closet and Penelope winced at the sound. She had just re-organized that closet two days ago.
The apparent leader moved toward the only occupied biobed in the room, and Penelope's eyes widened. It was where Lt. Trevanion was laying unconscious after his injury. Without thinking about what she was doing Penelope hurried over to intercept the Hirogen, stepping between him and the biobed. He glared down at her with contempt and she had never felt so small in her life as she did in that moment.
"Who is this?" While it was phrased as a question, his tone made it clear that he wasn't asking so much as demanding to know.
"He's my patient, he had a cranial trauma so we've got him sedated," she tried to be as matter of fact as possible without being antagonistic. Not that she had to try too hard, antagonistic wasn't really in her repertoire.
His eyes narrowed as though he believed she was hiding something from him, and finally he growled, "Wake him up."
In that moment, her medical training took over and it didn't matter that telling an angry Hirogen no was probably a bad idea. She just knew it was not in her patient's best interest to wake up right now. She drew herself up as tall as her small frame would allow and replied firmly, "I can't do that. I have him sedated to ensure he doesn't aggravate the injury further while it should be healing, movement can be dangerous. And he was knocked out before we even got here to the Delta Quadrant, I can't begin to imagine what his response will be to waking up to a Hirogen looming over him!"
He grabbed her upper arm tightly and yanked her close enough that she could feel his hot breath as he practically spat the next words at her, "Wake. Him. Up!" He emphasized it with a hard shove in the direction of Marcus' biobed and a drawn weapon.
Her brain scrambled over the best way to handle this. She knew she couldn't have Marcus waking up and leaping out of the bed. Even worse, he might jump to conclusions about what was going on and start a fight with the Hirogen for all she knew. She grabbed a hypospray on a nearby tray and loaded a much lower dosage into it than normal. Just enough to make him conscious, but not enough to make him at all coherent or have him moving around. Most likely he would at first believe it had been a dream. She administered the dosage and stood looking down at him for a few moments until she saw his eyelids flutter open. She could tell by the dull and somewhat cloudy look in his eyes that he was awake, but barely. Perfect. The Hirogen grabbed her arm yet again and nearly tossed her aside. She watched on anxiously for a few minutes while he tried to get some kind of information out of Lt. Trevanion, though it was unclear what. It was to no avail. He ran a quick scan of the man and then with a flick of his wrist he motioned for his team and they stormed out the door, clearly angry not to have found anything to kill them over.
Everyone in sickbay breathed a collective sigh of relief. Penelope looked at the disorderly room in dismay. It looked like she was going to be busy for a while.
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Post by Einar on Aug 29, 2017 8:32:55 GMT
Exciting!
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Post by spacedaisy on Sept 9, 2017 0:19:55 GMT
Stardate 11709.08
The decision had been made, and Penny didn’t have the time nor the inclination to consider how she felt about it. All she had time to do was find a way to hide their guests. “Ok Penny, think. We can shove them in a transporter buffer, sure. But there is the risk of their patterns being discovered. So… we need something to cover their biosignatures…”
Her finger tips drummed the console lightly as she wracked her brain. She felt as though there was something right there that she was overlooking. Something she should know, should remember.
“Wait a minute!” Her exclamation was louder than she realized and it drew a few odd looks from a couple of her cohorts in the sickbay. She didn’t even notice though, by now she was accustomed to drawing odd looks from them. Penny was already furiously at work, skimming files from Deep Space 9. “Back, to the start…there!” She stopped the files from scrolling farther and smiled to herself, “Ok, now we’re cooking with fire! Computer, cross reference with other instances of thoron radiation being used to interfere with sensor readings.” Her smile widened as the results scrolled up the screen. This was exactly what she was looking for.
She hopped up, glad to have at least one option to offer other than a transporter buffer. Now they would just have to decide which route was the best one. It was time to talk to Lt. Cmdr. sh’Hruvek about the options.
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Post by spacedaisy on Sept 20, 2017 16:53:46 GMT
Stardate 11709.14
Sickbay was a disaster yet again and the small staff was wearily clearing up the mess left behind by another overzealous Hirogen inspection team. Given that their entire staff consisted of two medical officers and a nurse, it was understandable why they were so weary. Medical Officer Rand and Penny were both on the floor collecting up some small handheld instruments.
“What do they have against doctors,” Rand grumbled as he snatched up a dermal regenerator off the floor.
Penny gave a small shrug, “I don’t know Declan, they’re Hirogen, I assume this is just par for the course.”
“No, I have a buddy in engineering and they didn’t tear stuff up down there. And Madeleine said she heard security was practically untouched too. It’s just sickbay they seem to want to destroy,” he responded angrily.
She sighed, tired of listening to him grumble. It seemed like he was always grumbling about something. And he had seemed particularly angry with her the last couple days, but she wasn’t sure why. It’s moments like these that she wished they had been able to get a Chief Medical Officer before being sent out; at least then there would be someone to tell him to get over it. As it was, Penny herself seemed to be the Captain’s default go to medical officer, but she didn’t wield any authority over Declan, they were both the same rank. Maybe that was why he was angry with her, who knows. Penny wasn’t exactly the take charge kind of girl, so it made for a somewhat awkward situation at times.
Leaning on her wrist, she reached for a tricorder. Sharp pain shot up her arm and she gasped. Declan eyed her quizzically, “What’s wrong Evans?” Penny was cradling her injured wrist now, she shook her head, “I fell on my wrist funny when the Hirogen shoved me. It’s probably just a sprain.”
Rolling his dark brown eyes at her dismissive attitude, he gave a jerk of his head toward the nearest biobed. “Go sit over there, I’ll take a look at it.”
She meekly climbed onto the biobed and sat with her feet dangling over the edge, her injured wrist lay limply across her lap. Declan picked up a medical tricorder and lifted her arm, then pushed back the sleeve of her uniform and scanned the wrist. “Huh, yeah you’ve got a hairline fracture.” He glared at her, “You should have told me sooner, it could have gotten much worse. Doctors really do make the worst patients.”
“I didn’t think it was that bad,” Penny answered with a small shrug and an apologetic look.
He wasn’t paying attention though; he was trying to find something in the drawer they had been replacing items into, unsuccessfully it seemed. “Have you seen the osteogenic stimulator?”
She pointed across the room where the compact device was resting under a console. Declan retrieved it and returned to where she sat, lifting her arm again. He engaged the device and a low, pulsing hum could be heard from it as he slowly moved it back and forth over the area where the hairline fracture could be found beneath. Penny could feel the warmth in her wrist as the machine stimulated the growth of the fractured bone.
Declan attempted small talk as he worked, “Did our guests get settled?”
“I believe so, I think they were taken to the quarters the Captain assigned to them.” She wasn’t generally good with small talk, as Declan was well aware by now so he gave up after this small exchange.
He turned off the osteogenic stimulator and scanned her wrist again, then nodded with satisfaction, “It’s pretty well mended, but as you know the cells are still newly grown so you need to be careful with it. I’m going to give you a brace to help you keep it supported for the next few days and make sure you don’t reinjure it. How does it feel?”
Penny slowly flexed her wrist back and forth a couple times, “It feels fine, no pain at the moment.”
“Good,” he replied. Then he took a black brace and slid it over her wrist, attaching a couple clasps and tightening it to fit her small wrist, “Too tight?”
“No, it’s fine, but I can't really move it much.”
“That’s the idea,” he finally dropped the business demeanor and patted her shoulder, “Go get some rest. Madeleine and I will finish up in here.”
She was taken aback by the sudden show of warmth from him, and frankly didn’t know how to respond, “Are you sure, I mean I can still help with the clean up, it’s not like this is that big a deal…”
His voice took on it’s more common annoyed tone as he responded, “Evans, just get out of here, would you?!”
She didn’t argue again, instead just slipping off the bed and leaving the sickbay. Madeleine came and stood next to Declan and shook her head, “You know you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar,” she chided him.
He glared at her and snapped, “What is that even supposed to mean?”
She crossed her arms and glared at him, “Look buddy, don’t take it out on me if she has no interest in you. That’s not my fault.”
Heaving a sigh he sat on the biobed and ran a hand through his light brown hair in frustration and then looked at Madeleine. He had worked with her for a bit before they were both assigned to the Chiron, so he trusted her and she tended to Mother Hen him. Which most days he found annoying, but sometimes he appreciated. “I don’t get it Madeleine, every time I have tried to be even remotely friendly with her, she goes cold and acts weird. So I backed off, figured she doesn’t like people to bug her or whatever. Then Trevanion comes in and she’s suddenly laughing?”
The older, slightly matronly nurse gave a shrug of her shoulders, “We’re probably making something of nothing. It’s most likely her bedside manner and that’s all.”
He gave her a look to which she just shrugged again and said, “Yeah, I know. Look, just let it go. Evans doesn’t seem to be at all interested in you that way, so why waste time being upset about it? Plenty of fish in the sea and all that. In fact, I know this girl from the science department that I think would be perfect for you…”
Declan let out a laugh, “You want to set me up?”
“Why not?” the nurse’s tone sounded slightly hurt at this, “I’ve known you long enough to know what you like. Besides, she’s way more your type than Evans. I mean, she's a little on the odd side in case you hadn't noticed...”
“I don’t know Madeleine,” he hesitated. Of course he had noticed that Penelope was odd, it was one of those endearing things about her that could simultaneously intrigue people and make them uneasy because they didn't know what to expect from her.
“She’s a red head, I know how much you love red heads. Come on, just trust me!”
He regarded her for a moment longer and then resigned himself to defeat. He knew she wouldn’t stop bugging him until he let her set him up anyway so he might as well concede. “Alright. Just don’t you dare tell anyone I let you set me up!”
Her eyes sparkled with excitement as she mimed locking a key on her lips and tossing it over her shoulder, “Mum’s the word.”
“What have I gotten myself into,” Declan wondered inwardly as he went back to cleaning up the sickbay.
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Walking slowly along the corridor, Penny turned some thoughts over in her mind. The Hirogen hadn’t even seemed concerned with the possibility that they were harboring the survivors of the explosion. And if Ensign Rand was right, why did they seem to want to tear up sickbay more than other areas of the ship? Were they looking for something in particular? Perhaps the answer was in what had been in Voyager’s sickbay that they concerned themselves with so much. Was it the presence of Seven of Nine on Voyager? Could it be as simple as their current battle with the Borg that had them preoccupied?
She reached her quarters and entered the small room. It wasn’t anything fancy, she didn’t have a rank to give her the privileges of one of the larger living quarters. At least she didn’t have to share her quarters though, of that she was grateful. The room was small but cozy, she had a quilt that had been handed down to her from her grandmother draped over a small chair where she preferred to sit and read when she found time to relax. There was a small shelf on a wall with a couple pictures of her with her parents, and one with her closest friend back in her hometown. There were no photos from her Academy days, she hadn’t been able to break out of her social anxiety long enough to make any good friends there so she wasn’t all that keen to remember it. Other than that she didn't keep a lot of trinkets or memorabilia. It was probably for the best because in such a small space she thought it would make things feel cluttered and claustrophobic.
Shrugging off her medical jacket, she let it fall into a pile on the floor just inside the doorway and left it there. Not because she was a particularly messy person, in fact the rest of her room looked immaculate. No, it was simply because her mind was on the problem of the Hirogen. The Hirogen and the Borg. The desk in her room was small, much like everything else, but adequate and she slid behind it now and sat down to do a little digging. Of course, when it came to Penny, a little digging usually ended up in hours of preoccupied research. True to form, the hours slipped by now without her even noticing. Until finally a deep yawn made her realize how late it was and how very worn out she was feeling. She rubbed her tired eyes and made her way into the small sleeping area to change.
As she crawled into bed, snuggling under her comforter, she thought to herself just before sleep overtook her, “I’ll have to talk to Captain Sumner as soon as I can get a chance. Hopefully tomorrow...”
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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2017 19:49:09 GMT
That was a fantastic log, well done!
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Post by spacedaisy on Sept 26, 2017 5:04:22 GMT
Stardate 11709.21
At the call from Captain Sumner, Penelope had quickly excused herself and darted off for the Captain's quarters. Clearly it wasn't the Captain in trouble, which meant it was either her daughter or her husband. Both options filled the young doctor with a sense of dread.
Penny tapped her comm badge, "I'm on my way now Captain!"
As she headed for the turbolift, she paused long enough to retrieve a medkit from it's mounted location on the bridge. Her rushed manner drew a few surprised looks from the officers who had been manning the bridge during the staff meeting. The doors slid shut on the turbolift after she stepped in, "Deck 3." As the lift started it's very short trip, she hit her comm badge once more, "Dr. Rand I've been called to the Captain's quarters for a medical emergency. I'm on my way there now, can you please prep the sickbay for an incoming patient?"
She could hear surprise in Declan's voice as he responded, "Sure thing Evans, I'm on it."
When the doors opened, she made her way quickly along the corridor to the Captain's quarters and hit the button to enter. Locked. "Computer override door lock, Medical emergency. Authorization code Evans, AlphaCharlie815."
She steeled her nerves, unsure what she would find when the door opened...
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Post by spacedaisy on Oct 26, 2017 6:38:41 GMT
Stardate: 11710.19
Penny’s eye skimmed over the latest vital read out for Idrani. The chamber seemed to be doing a good job continuing to regulate the systems that the implants were no longer regulating while he was in cryostasis. That was good news. She idly rubbed her wrist where the bottom of the brace rubbed. It wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world, but she knew it was worth it to keep from injuring the bone again. Plus, she didn’t want to hear Declan give her a lecture over it if she took it off prematurely.
As if on cue, Declan came in carrying a cup of tea and held it out to her. “Truce?”
She looked at him warily and took the tea, “A truce is only necessary where there are two enemies. We're colleagues Declan, there is no argument here. Just varying viewpoints.” She lifted the cup to her lips and blew gently on it to dissipate the heat a bit before taking a sip.
Dr. Rand sighed, “You know Evans, sometimes you seem so enthusiastic and other times you can be infuriatingly detached.”
Feeling confused about what he meant and uncertain about what the right response was to that, she simply stood there silent and uncomfortable. Declan misinterpreted this as one of what he believed were typical cold shoulder moments from her, so he changed the subject to something more professional. “Did you discuss the options with the Captain?”
“Yes.”
“And she chose not to remove the implants?” He pushed for more information.
“Yes and no.”
At this response it was Declan’s turn to be confused, “What does that mean exactly?”
“I told her the options and she was unwilling to risk removing the forehead implant without being certain if it is regulating higher brain functions. Once the implants are working again, we’re going to assess the risk involved.”
He nodded, “Well at least she hasn’t dismissed the idea out of hand. Unfortunately, waiting until the implants are working again means we will have missed our window.”
“Can you really blame her for not wanting to take an unnecessary risk? Would you risk your wife’s life in those circumstances?” She took another drink of the tea and looked at him for an answer to her question.
“No, I suppose I wouldn’t.”
“Neither would I.” She just hoped she advised the right decision, rather than simply the safe one.
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Post by Einar on Oct 26, 2017 7:31:08 GMT
exciting
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Post by spacedaisy on Oct 31, 2017 2:26:30 GMT
Stardate: 11710.26
Closing her eyes and drawing a deep breath, Penny attempted to calm her intense frustration and anger at herself. After just a moment she opened her eyes again and glanced at Dr. Rand, "Can you take care of the body and get everything ready for the autopsy?" He nodded, his face showing sympathy. It only made her more upset with herself though, so she quickly left the sickbay and headed down the corridor to the turbolift. She ducked inside, and as soon as the door shut she leaned back against the wall and rubbed her temples. Dr. Onishi was their best chance of getting them home, and now she was dead. This was turning into one really hellish week. The lift came to a stop and she straightened up, putting aside what just happened. Now she had to see to Lieutenant Trevanion.
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Post by spacedaisy on Nov 9, 2017 3:08:01 GMT
Stardate 11711.02
After Dr. Rand had departed to help the acting chief in Engineering, Penny turned back to Thalev, “If you feel up to it, we can move you out of this stasis chamber and over to a biobed. Might be more comfortable for you,” even as she said this, she was keeping an eye on his readings. She knew that his wife would need to be contacted shortly, but first she hoped to get some quick tests done to ascertain if that last implant really was impossible to remove.
Without a word, Thalev leant forwards, grasping at the edge of the stasis chamber. He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this physically weak. It was humiliating. There was a time he could match the strongest Klingon in hand to hand combat. He had been a warrior. But that part of him had been taken away, forced out of him piece by piece over the years. His prosthetic leg made him limp ever so slightly, his missing antenna didn’t help him keep his balance and he’d never fully recovered from the injuries inflicted upon him by a Hirogen a number of years ago. That was the main reason he stepped down as a Starfleet Captain. It was clear now, however, that he’d never be strong enough to take up such a role again. He had to focus on being a good husband, a good father, but there was still a part of him that wished he had something else as well, something that would breathe life into his soul again. He kept such thoughts bottled up, it would be easy for anyone to misunderstand and think he wasn’t happy with his current family role.
Penny reached out to help him up and to offer support as they crossed to the nearby biobed. “Take it easy, coming out of stasis is hard on the body, but you’ll be back to normal in a bit.” She eyed him thoughtfully, remembering him coming in the sickbay when she was preparing for the staff meeting and how guilty she felt over putting his request off. Even now she was half intrigued by how the Hirogen had managed to disrupt Borg technology, which made her feel a little more guilty since she should only be concerned with her patient. But the researcher in her found the concept fascinating. Of course, in the moment she had only been focused on keeping him alive and stable, but now that she could consider the bigger picture. It was a remarkable feat that she wished she had been able to learn more about.
Once he was sitting on the biobed, she retrieved a small monitor that she held in her hand and asked him, “How are you feeling? What I mean is, are you experiencing any pain or sensations that are out of the ordinary?” It was her hope that removing the other two implants had not had any adverse reactions she didn’t anticipate, as well as to ensure the last one was operating normally.
“I’m tired,” said Thalev, ”and it hurts here.” He led back on the biobed, and put his hand to his lower abdomen. He tried to take regulated breaths, any deep inhale wasn’t pleasant. At that moment, an Engineer entered Sickbay with a tool kit, paused briefly with a look over at Thalev before continuing to his repair assignment. “Why don’t these places have any privacy?” he asked, a little too aggressively.
The doctor glanced at him for a moment, taking note of his tone. Part of her couldn’t help but worry his irritation was with the treatment she had or had not provided. She tried to respond as placidly as possible so as not to give away her internal anxiety, the last thing she needed was to make him think she was weak or lacking. “In a ship this size, the sickbay is usually fairly small. Once we’re done with these tests, I can transfer you over to the surgical biobed in the corner, but it doesn’t offer much more in the way of privacy,” at the last bit her voice took on a bit of an apologetic tone. There was little she could do to relieve his frustration in that regard.
Picking up a medical tricorder, she scanned his abdomen, “Hmm, it might just be pain from the operation or it could be from your body trying to adjust back to regulating itself. Either way, I don’t think it’s serious. I can give you something for the pain though.” Penny loaded a hypospray with a general analgesic and administered it. “That should help, but if it doesn’t quell the pain by the time our test is done, please let me know.”
He nodded a thank you as the hypo was applied. With a much more controlled voice, he said, “What about my quarters?”
“As soon as I feel it's safe to release you, I promise you that I will let you go to continue your recovery in the privacy of your own quarters with your family.”
“I’m going to use this monitor to take a hyperencephalogram while I have you do some basic activities. I just want to see what activity I get from both your brain and from the implant.” Pausing she considered her next words carefully, “I may ask you some things of you that will be intended to evoke an emotional response in the brain as well, I hope you understand?”
This was a nightmare. All Thalev wanted to do was hide away. It was too bright here, too open, like being on a battlefield and realising too late that you’ve been flanked. The grogginess wearing off each minute, he was able to get a better grip on himself, “Yes, I understand.”
It only took a moment to set him up with the monitor and to ensure that she was getting accurate readings from it. “Ok, let’s start with some simple movements, I’d like you to sit up, look to the left and then to the right before facing forward again.”
And so, like a puppet, he sat up, looked to the left, then to the right, then forwards again, before slumping back onto the biobed, exhausted. “Sorry,” he said quietly, “I’ve never made a good patient. I appreciate what you’ve done for me, what you’re doing.”
Penny looked at him with surprise at the sudden statement of appreciation. It was unexpected, but left her a little unsure how to respond, which was pretty much par for the course for her.
“Well don’t look so shocked, Doctor, it wasn’t a sign of any brain trauma. I can be polite sometimes.” Unlike earlier, he said these words lightly.
With a shake of her head she replied, “I actually was thinking that you didn’t owe me any apologies, in fact I feel like I should apologize to you for choosing a meeting over giving you my attention when you requested it.”
“It’s fine,” he said, “that’s what appointments are for. Besides, it’s not like any treatment would have occurred before all this went pear-shaped.” He paused for a few moments, “I think I’d really like to get some sleep, let’s get this test over with.”
“Indeed, if I can just have you answer some basic questions. Can you tell me your full name and where you are currently?” She turned her gaze back to the readings that were scrolling across the screen.
“Thalev Idrani, and I’m in sickbay on the USS Chiron.”
“Ok, and finally, I would like you to close your eyes and think of a time you felt a great deal of emotion, be it positive or negative. You don’t need to tell me what it is, I just need to see the response from both your brain and the implant.”
With an internal sigh, he closed his eyes. He could focus on Jonathan’s death, that of his parents, the time he was assimilated, the time he lost his leg, the time he… but he pushed all that aside and remembered the day he and Sara had met Ulani. That was a good day.
Finally giving him a satisfied smile she said, “I think I’ve got everything I need, thank you for your cooperation. If it’s ok with you, I’m going to contact your wife and let her know you’re awake now.” She added as an afterthought, “And I’ll try to keep everyone clear if possible. We should be able to release you in the next hour if everything still looks stable.”
“I’d like that, thank you.”
Giving Thalev a small nod she headed off to the office and slipped into the seat behind the desk. She tapped the console to pull up the medical file she would need to update. As the file came up Penny hit her comm badge, “Captain Sumner, I thought you would want to know I have a patient awake and stable down here who would like to see you.”
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Post by spacedaisy on Jan 18, 2018 17:59:44 GMT
Stardate 11801.11
Medical Officer Sunday stood over an unconscious patient lying in sickbay. He brushed some of her hair out of her face and looked up in surprise as Penny approached. It seemed like a rather tender moment, so she pretended not to notice and instead commented, “Her vitals are weak but steady, she should be fine given some rest.” He looked back down at the woman and nodded without answering. She went on gently, “All your other colleagues from the Bradfield triage are on their way to recovery too. Your work over there saved their lives.”
“Nine patients survived. Just nine. Do you know how many people we lost in sickbay before you arrived?” He ran his hand over his distraught face as he recalled the chaos. “You’ll forgive me if I can’t congratulate myself on helping to save only nine people.”
Penny shifted awkwardly, she didn’t know what to say to the man. So she said nothing for a few moments before she finally replied, “You should go get some rest.”
With a nod and a final look at the patient on the bed he turned and left the sickbay without a word. Madeleine came over and held a cup out to Penny, “I figured you could use some coffee.”
Taking the cup, she offered a genuine smile to the nurse and murmured her thanks. It had been a rough day since they returned with the patients, but in the end they were all stabilized. Dr. Rand had given her a respite in the early hours after the last patient was out of the woods. A sonic shower and few hours of sleep were better than nothing, but the coffee was certainly a welcome pick me up. “Could you start getting the files updated? I just don’t know that I have the mental focus at the moment and Declan left to get some sleep as well.”
“That’s no problem Dr. Evans. I don’t mind taking care of it.”
As the older woman departed, Penny watched her and thought perhaps they were finally building some kind of rapport. Or maybe Madeleine was trying to avoid having to deal with a grumpy doctor by giving her coffee. Penny picked up a padd with the rundown of activity in sickbay during the hours she was gone and sipped her coffee as she scrolled through it. It looked like Declan had his hands full after she left, two of the patients they thought were stable had crashed, but he managed to stabilize them once again. She shook her head, it was hard to imagine what they must have been through. Even harder for Penny, who hadn’t experienced the heat of battle yet. She could hardly blame Sunday for his emotional state.
Setting down the padd, she turned her attention to the patients. Moving slowly along the occupied biobeds she checked each of their vitals before moving on. Finally she stood in front of the bed which held the woman Sunday had been observing when she came in. She studied her for a moment. She had nearly lost her leg; apparently she had been caught under a collapsed bulkhead near engineering when an EPS conduit had exploded. It had cut off circulation for an extended period of time while some of her fellow engineering crew members had worked to try to free her. Luckily they had gotten her out before it was too late. Instead of continuing on to the next patient, Penny turned and moved across the room, taking a seat in front of console. She pulled up the Bradfield’s crew manifest and located the personnel and medical file for the woman. Lieutenant JG Evelyn Boone, assigned to engineering alpha shift. She’d been serving on the Bradfield for nearly four years now, and her work seemed to be well spoken of by the Chief Engineer in her records. One file led to another and then another as Penny got acquainted with the personnel files for the patients in her sickbay. Considering their current situation, who knew how long they would be with them on the Chiron?
An hour later Madeleine entered the main sickbay and found Penny still at the console. It seemed this was a normal occurrence with Dr. Evans, it reminded Madeleine of the absent minded professor whenever she got like this. The nurse crossed the room and stood next to the doctor, taking a peek at what she was reading. She lifted an eyebrow and asked, “Personnel files?”
Giving a nod, Penny replied, “I figured I should know who my patients are.”
“You could learn all the pertinent information for treatment from their medical files, why personnel files as well?” She didn’t see how what someone’s duty work was like could be helpful in medical treatment.
“If you were lying unconscious on a biobed, wouldn’t you like to know that the person treating you cared who you were rather than just treating you like a medical problem to be solved?”
Madeleine’s brow furrowed a bit in confusion, “How does it make a difference? As long as you are giving them your best, why does it matter how much you know about their life?”
Penny looked at her in genuine surprise, it seemed obvious to her, “The better you know someone, the more invested you are in seeing them recover.”
As Madeleine studied the look on the doctor’s face, she realized that this woman was nothing like she had thought. Until now, the doctor had seemed detached and remote maybe even a little cold. But someone who was detached and cold wouldn’t care about who the patients were. She just couldn’t get a handle on Dr. Evans, but for the first time she thought she might actually like to get to know her. She smiled a bit at Penny and replied, “I hadn’t considered it that way I suppose. Anyway, I just wanted to let you know that I finished the files. If you don’t mind I'd like to go get myself something to eat, I’ve been here since shortly after you left earlier this morning.”
With a nod, Penny turned back to the console, “Thank you Madeleine, I appreciate that. And yeah, I think I can handle it in here right now.”
The nurse departed and Penny continued with what she had been doing, unaware of the shift in perception that had just occurred. But then again, unaware was nothing new where Penny was concerned.
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Post by spacedaisy on Jan 24, 2018 22:00:40 GMT
Stardate 11801.18
Penny slumped against the wall in a daze for a couple seconds. Being tossed against the wall had forced the air out of her and now she felt as though she couldn't breath. Finally air rushed back into her lungs in a shuddering gasp. By the dim emergency lighting, she could see Madeleine across the room picking herself up off the floor.
A hand extended in front of her. She looked up and saw Declan standing there, concern on his face, but it took a minute to sort out what he was saying, “You alright Evans?”
She nodded and accepted his help standing, “Yeah, just had the wind knocked out of me.”
Madeleine pressed a hand to her own forehead and cast a nervous look over to the doctors, “What was that?”
“Felt like we dropped out of slipstream,” Dr. Rand said in a rather matter of fact tone as he lifted an overturned cart and set it upright again.
A cursory glance around the sickbay was encouraging. Though some of the equipment and supplies had been upset, it was nothing too damaging. Her eyes fell on the biobed where she had just set down the injection for Migonna, “Where did that hypo go?”
“I'm not sure,” Declan replied, checking under the biobed.
“We can't afford to lose any of that, we are short right now as it is. Won't be able to get any more until we get back home,” Penny tried not to sound too worried about it, but in truth she was.
“There it is!” Declan declared triumphantly as he reached for it. Apparently the jolt had sent it across the room where it bounced off the wall and lodged underneath the base of the adjacent bed. His triumph was short lived though as he went on, “Soooo, how short are we on this stuff exactly?”
“Why?” She had the distinct feeling she was not going to like the answer.
He held the cracked and leaking hypo out to her, “Because this one’s no good.”
With a sigh she took the hypo from him, and then her brow furrowed, “Declan, you're bleeding!”
He tried to dismiss it with a casual shrug, “It's no big deal.”
She grabbed a dermal regenerator, “Let me see it.”
“It's no big deal, really,” he balked at her request.
Over Declan's shoulder, Penny could see Madeleine watching her and suddenly she remembered that this was her sickbay now. Madeleine was waiting to see if she was going to step up to the plate and take charge. This realization was quite possibly more frightening than facing the angry Hirogen.
“Give me your hand,” she spoke firmly, even though her own hands were shaking. He released a small sigh and held his hand out to her. As she took it and began repairing the cut with the dermal regenerator, she said, “Madeleine, there’s a good chance we will see some injuries from that so can you start prepping for me?”
Maybe it was her imagination, but Penny thought she detected a slight touch of approval in Madeleine’s voice as she replied crisply, “Yes ma’am.”
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