Waking up the sleeping lion

Posted on Mon Dec 5th, 2016 @ 11:24pm by Captain Rueben Gregnol & Reessem Nubohn KIA (*)
Edited on on Tue Dec 6th, 2016 @ 8:42pm

Mission: Mission 2 - Contagion
Location: Sick Bay
Timeline: MD09 19:45
1144 words - 2.3 OF Standard Post Measure

Reessem paced back and forth looking across at the sickbay at the people in comas then back to the Hydroponics Operator and the Ships Doctor. She looked at the vial that was in her own hands that they had created after discovering the Collector and what he had actually done to protect his ship and what he deemed his life work.

“So we have this but who exactly are we going to test it on?” She was going through the pros and cons of deciding who they were going to decide to use the vaccine on.

"We could have had them draw straws if they were conscious," Olsam said unhelpfully, glancing over his shoulder at the patients. "The last patient to fall ill should also be the healthiest, which means we're more likely to be able to stabilize them should anything go wrong. That's my suggestion."

"That would make the most sense." Humili agreed. Truthfully, Mott could have just as easily said anything that sounded confident and doctor-ly, and she would have confirmed the thought. She was out of her element when it came to the biological make up of fauna. "... Do we know which one that was?"

"Captain, Chief Engineer or Kea." Reessem said picking up the clip board that had been thrown on the desk nearest the door. She looked up at the pair and shrugged, it was her job to take notes and record everything that happened on the ship. "I took notes of when everyone succumbed to free people up for more useful things."

Following the discussion for once, Olsam nodded his head and then made his way to the captain. Wielding an obsolete hypospray model that looked more like a Romulan disruptor pistol than a medical device, he injected the treatment into Gregnol's neck where it should have promptly reached the carotid artery and on from there.

"So far, so good," Olsam reported, his considered medical opinion based on very astute observation. "He's not dead." Reaching down to pick up a chart, he scribbled while mumbling to himself, "Vaccine does not cause immediate death."

"Nice choice. You get the ship if you kill him." Reessem commented on with a sly grin as she looked over the Bolian as he injected the cure they had discovered in the computer system into the Captain. She watched intrigued as the big Russain's chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm that under the trio’s silent gazes became quicker again. “Is that a good sign?” She finally asked letting out the breath she hadn’t realised she had been holding.

Olsam took up his old tricorder, which was so heavy that it felt more like a rock than a medical device, and waved it around in the captain's general vicinity. He had a very serious look on his face to underscore that this was a serious medical procedure, the tricorder waving.

"Just a little paroxysmal supraventricular tachycardia," Olsam said. Then blinked. Then realized he should probably speak in layman's terms. "His heart's beating fast in a certain way, but that's an anticipated side effect of the treatment." With the tricorder tucked back into the pocket of his doctor's coat, he continued, "I expected any immediate death would take place within the first 45 to 60 seconds, so he's probably going to be fine and it's safe to administer the treatment to the other patients. Should I wake him up?"

"That may be for the best. He might be grumpy, though. He's got the face for it." Humili placed a hand on the Doctor's shoulder, expression relaxing. "Remind me to cook you something special after all of this, Doctor Mott. I don't think we could have done this without you."

Reessem chuckled softly, when was Rueben Gregnol not grumpy? "I believe him been grumpy is one of those things we can count on especially as most of the crew is out of it." The Administrator said with a smirk stepping back to give the Doctor space to work.

Mott was quick with the second injection, which was itself quick to work on rousing the captain. When he came to he was greeted by the Bolian's bright blue face hovering over him. It stared at him for a moment and then broke into a grin.

"Hello, captain. You have a very large medical bill that's outstanding. Should I just give it to Ms. Nubohn?"

Rueben mumbled something in Russian that made no sense as he looked up at the blue face above him. He slowly lent up and poked the Bolian in the forehead to move him from his vision. "What... What happened?" He asked looking confused. Hadn't he been in the Ward Room before he fell asleep.

"You fell into a coma, Sir," Humili pointed out, turning to the console as the doctor spoke of medical bills. "I'm sure there's a more appropriate diagnosis, but we felt it better to bring you here as opposed to leave you in the Ward Room."

Rueben nodded and slowly moved to sit up but it was a struggle. He blinked a few times as he was upright and looked at his crew lying about the sickbay. "They all did too?" He wondered calmly. This was not the time for hysterics and its wasn't his style in the slightest, he was calm under fire.

"Yes," Olsam confirmed, bobbing his head. "It was quite the mess. You never should have opened that vault. See what happens when you go nosying around things? As I recall, at the time, I suggested we leave well enough alone." It was a lie; he'd been one of the advocates for going into the vault. But that was neither here nor there, and Olsam had always been something of a revisionist. "But, luckily, we found a cure. Experimental, of course."

"So you tried an experimental cure on me?" He finally asked at the fall explanation. The man couldn't help but see the amusement in the situation. "That is one way to get the ship to go your way Mott." The Captain commented on nothing but mirth about his comment in his voice.

"I had your last will and testament modified to transfer ownership to me," Olsam explained, sounding so serious that it was unclear whether he was joking or not. "I was going to turn it into a pirate vessel and attack the transports of Ferengi pharmaceutical corporations. We'd sell half on the black market and dispense half to the disadvantaged." He smiled down at the captain wistfully, having been all caught up in his vision. "But you're not dead. Maybe next time, hm?"

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Olsam Mott, M.D.
Ship's Doctor
SS Mary Rose

Humili Planita
Hydroponics Operator
SS Mary Rose

Rueben Gregnol
Captain
SS Mary Rose

Reessem Nubohn
Administrator
SS Mary Rose