Right Pair
Posted on Sun Aug 1st, 2010 @ 5:08am by Charlotte Ashcroft & Walter Jones & Morgan Pass & Tyl'varas Shrive
2,133 words; about a 11 minute read
Mission:
Session 3: Fear of the Dark
Location: Sickbay
"This is all your bloody fault." Lottie hissed rummaging through the once tidy sickbay for the equipment she recalled Lee using all that time ago. "You had to trade for that stupid stone didn't you? Now look where it's ended us? Your ship had been prised open like a tin can, running wild with Targs, wired to explode. You're merrily bleeding to death over there and where the hell is everyone else?"
She turned back glancing over her shoulder at Jones, laying stiffly upon the grubby bed looking pale and peaky.
Lottie continued talking aggravating the bright red welt upon her right cheek further. "Feels like I do bloody everything on this ship.... shop, cook kill now I have to play frigging nurse too..." She snatched up a hypo rummaging deeper for something until she came across the regenerator she was looking for.
Things were starting to look up she thought crossing over to Jones tapping feverishly upon the hypo to select the correct medication even if it wasn't the correct amount it would still help.
Abruptly she smacked him across the face since he failed to respond to either her words or to the hypo. "Don't you even think about going anywhere mister I haven't finished yet."
Jones opened is eyes and to see the furious Lottie standing over him and smiled, it was starting to feel cold. "That is why I keep you around love." The pain from the wound was shooting through his body. "I think secretly you like it."
"Yeah, well," Lottie said lowly clicking the hypo to his neck before adjusting the setting on the Dermal regenerator. "You'd better stay alive long enough to enjoy me," she teased pulling back his stained shirt to reveal the ugly round and various other aged scars. "I'm not nurse so I apologize in advance if I leave you a scar."
"Ehh chicks dig scars right?" Jones smiled up her as he drifted in and out of consciousness, "I think Tyl mentioned something about a doctor or something another." Jones clenched his teeth together as the generator stitched the skin together. "I'm sure you'll do a good job."
"You might regret those words later, you know." she glanced toward his pain filled face. "Still if you live long enough you can take a stab and fixing my face if you'd like. Turn the tables sort of thing." Finding she didn't need both hands she surprised herself to see her second hand gripping his in a comforting manner. "We'll this Doc can't be much cop if he isn't here, so you'll have to made do with nurse Lottie for now. We certainly make a right pair with our fair share of trouble, wounds and what not...still I'm glad you signed me up."
"I'm glad you are too." Jones gave her a squeeze on the hand. "I just hope Tyl didn't shoot him, I know he's got an itchy trigger finger." It felt good to have Charlotte here with him. As the device worked on the wound, the room started spinning less and less. "Hell, I might just have to add nurse to your job description."
She gave a short life making her hand twitch. "Sorry," she mouthed. "Maybe those mercs got him, I've not seen Tyl for some time. Bumped into our Klingon passenger, she's more then just dangerous she's a risk to the ship. Hope your planning to lose her soon. How you feeling?"
"Better." Jones smiled, he was lying but it was what she wanted to hear. "Yeah, I think she is going as soon as we get back to port. He stopped and looked up at her. "Thanks love"
"Good," she replied then stiffened suddenly hearing approaching footsteps. Acting on instinct she turned swapping the medical device for her pistol holding steady covering the door. Two figures crossed over the threshold causing Lottie's arm to jerk up another inch, her finger tightening upon the trigger before finally relaxing a notch having seen it was Tyl and a frail man whom may have been this new doctor.
"Who's he?" she asked training her weapon to follow the stranger rather than the Andorran.
"Dr Morgan Pass," Morgan made his own introductions looking around the wreckage that had been a medical bay, and then at the two patients, "And not a moment too soon by all appearances."
He walked over to small woman and carefully took the regenerator out of her hand without bothering to push the gun barel from his chest. He glanced at the settings on it and then at Jones. With a heavy sigh he said, "You haven't had any real medical training have you? Would you be willing to assist me while I try and fix this man?"
Lottie's nostrils widened with passing anger. "No, but he's not dead is he? So call that a mild success." She gave Tyl and sideways glance before lowering her weapon returning it back into the holster. "I do everything else on the ship, or so it seems a bit of medicine would add string to my bow."
"You the doc then?" Jones tried to lean up to see who it was that Tyl had brought down.
Morgan pointed his finger at Jones and barked, "You! Lie down! I assume you don't have stores of compatible blood types on this tub, do you at least have a working Replicator?"
It was an effort to push down the same anger as Lottie moved quickly to Jones' side answering for him while pushing him back down onto the mattress. "We do, but its not exactly working perfect."
"Perfect," Morgan muttered under his breath. "Right, You have lost a lot of blood so we are going to have to make do with a synthetic alternative for now. Your own blood will replenish in time but for the next week you are going to feel weaker and more prone to giddiness."
He grabbed up a piece of scrap paper and wrote quickly on it, passing the resultant chemical formula to the Andorian, "Replicate me a litre of that material in a sealed and sterile container."
Tyl grumbled a bit and headed off towards the replicators.
Morgan picked up the Hypo spray and looked at Lottie, "Good choice, but a bit too much, I think. His heart will be working overtime, which means more blood loss."
He pulled the vial out of the back of the spray and began looking through the mess for a different vial. Finally he handed the empty unit to Lottie.
"Find me the vial with the orange label and a thin blue stripe down the side. I think the writing is in black."
Snatching the spray from his fingers streaking them with her own blood Lottie snorted angrily before she proceeded to bang open drawers in search for this elusive orange vial.
He returned to Jones, "I am going to give you a small sedative, as soon as my associate finds it. It won't knock you out, but it will slow your metabolism while I work and may make you feel groggy. You may also say things you wish later you had not, so I advise you not to speak at all if you think that likely. Right now I am going to have a closer look at this wound. Can you tell me what happened exactly?"
"I took a bullet to the shoulder, I was going to put one in the green bitch but she got me first." Jones was getting sleepy.
Morgan frowned over Jones. With the ammount of stimulant he had in his system he should be singing, not sleeping. The blood loss was serious.
"They were mercenaries," Lottie added still rummaging through the suppies. "Before them we had Targs... hopefully the two have wipped each over out by now. Either that or we'll be needed you again Doc."
"Well, I will try to make sure that the first patient I lose is not the Captain." Morgan pulled rough bandages away from the wound and picked up a bottle of alchohol. He threw it liberally over the wound. When Jones screamed he just nodded. That woke the man up at least.
He took the newly filled Hypo off Lottie, adjusted the settings and passed it back, "One dose every five minutes while I am working."
Her mouth was still open in mock horror having heard Jone's cry blast her ears when she felt the hypo being pushed back into her hands and given an order. Again Lottie nodded wordlessly.
He pulled some, far from sterile, bandages from a packet on the floor and a wad of cotton and padded the shoulder. "There is deep tissue damage that I am goign to try and repair. The Dermal Regenerator only does the top layer. I don't want to risk putting you under, but I can give you a local if you don't feel the need to prove your machismo."
"Just get it over with Doc." he looked over at Lottie with kind of pleading eyes.
By the time Tyl returned the wound was closed and stiched. Morgan did a quick hook up of a drip and plugged it into Jones' arm.
"With any luck that will stabalise you over the next hour. You should even have a nice new scar to show off. I deliberately left the edges looking jagged and raw. Far more impressive. I know how starship captain's like to have their shirts ripped open regularly."
He turned to Lottie taking the Hypo from her hand, "Now, young lady. Thank you for your assistance. If you can hold off killing me for another few minutes I will see if I can do something to reduce the swelling to your pretty face. What exactly happened to you?"
Pushing aside the images some faceless woman tearing the shirt from Jones' back Lottie refoucsed her eyes upon the man in front of her. The previous anger had faded, instead weariness was starting to creep in mixed with relief that Jones would live.
"Just a phaser burn from the Orion woman - she missed me," she wanted to smirk. "The other brusies were from the mercs - you sure he's going to be OK?"
"Who?' Morgan asked, momentarily distracted. "Oh, Yes, he will be fine if he doesn't try to do something like stand up for the next hour, and doesn't loose any more blood for about a week. Now, as for you..."
He held her head gently but firmly in his fingers, turning it this way and that with a critical eye. Lottie had been looked at like an object before, but this was unsettling.
"Hmmm... the swelling and bruising I can get rid of with the regenerator, the burns are mostly superficial, so they will be fine too. You may need to adjust your diet though. You have been having a little too much processed protiens. It is showing in your retina, and it will start to mark you skin tone if you don't take steps."
"I'll bear that in mind," Lottie replied stiffly as jerked her head free from his grasp. "We'll not blessed with the treat of fresh foods often just the pathetic excuse of a replicator."
He picked up the Dermal Regenerator and begun to work. "Is it just you three and the Klingon? We would have been joined by a Bajoran but..." he glanced at Tyl, "Apparently he didn't make it. It seems he developed a sever allergy to the vacume of deep space. Who knew..."
"He had it coming, and if I'm done playing nurse I'm going to go make sure things are mopped up." Tyl sneered and started to walk out of the room.
Morgan glanced over his shoulder then turned his attention back to Lottie, "Obviously he is your PR man. You must be Sales and Marketing. The Klingon?"
"Hardly," Lottie glanced up as Tyl left. "There are six of us in total. Martok and I are the gunslingers - we do the dirty work. Tyl's second in command after Jones, both have a strong wills and ambitions. Valentine our rather sour faced engineer and a Klingon passenger I'd rather be rid of soon. "
Morgan turned off the tool and glanced around him at the chaos of the Medbay, "And I will bet you haven't had a Doctor for a number of months now. Fine, I will get a list of all that I need that isn't salvagable and you can tell me to do without it or you'll kill me, or however you manage things on this ship. Is there anone else I need to fix, or should I get to cleaning?"
"I guess that depends on what happens both to Jones and what you do with this place." Lottie repiled coolly.