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Oh What Fresh Hell is This?

Posted on Sat Apr 1st, 2017 @ 9:52pm by Lieutenant Samuel Phelps & Lieutenant JG Lydia Whitlock M.D., J.D.

Mission: Blackout
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: 18:40h

ON

Zera blinked hard again and squinted at the bright lights of sickbay as they entered, feeling like he was being blinded. He was led in my Phelps, and while it was hard to see from the lights the Bajoran could feel his arm supporting him. After a moment he felt another set of hands on his body to support him as he was led to a biobed.

As was often true in the case of some trauma cases that came through sickbay, Lydia knew very little information initially about what had happened to her patient. Fortunately, Zera wasn't alone and she could count on Lieutenant Phelps, hopefully, to provide some context if Zera couldn't. Simultaneously as Whitlock guided him to a bio bed, she explained, "Hello, Lieutenant. It's Doctor Lydia Whitlock guiding you to the bio bed. I and the rest of the medical team are going to take care of you, and I know your vision is a bit hazy right now, so will make sure to explain everything that's happening."

Out of respect for Zera's privacy and not knowing the extent of the injuries, Lydia decided to focus on determining what she could from the scans. Anything else she could hopefully determine from Phelps and Zera himself. To Phelps, she said, "Thank you for bringing him in, Lieutenant. I know you're busy, but do you think you can wait over in the reception area until we get him stable? I'll have some questions for you about what you observed, but for now, I need to run some scans and give him some privacy."

"Of course Doctor." Phelps said as he backed away from the Biobed. "Please add a filter for this wavelength of radiation before it fades into the background." He urged the Doctor. "It is important for the effects of this radiation signature upon him please?"

Zera nodded, hearing and recognizing Lydia's voice, and he felt the edge of the biobed before grasping it with both hands and taking a seat. "The clarity of my vision is fine, Doctor, I can see you and I know that I'm in sckbay," he informed, "it's my depth perception that's off. Lieutenant Phelps accompanied me for that reason. I was attacked by an intruder, and he attempted to gas me, which is affecting my performance."

Before Phelps left, he turned his head toward him and said, "I hope there's something to work with."

"I'll do all that I can to preserve evidence," Lydia said to Phelps before turning her attention to her patient. She was relieved to hear his total vision hadn't been affected and he was alert and talking, but she had enough experience with trauma patients to know things could change in an instant, so she took nothing for granted and immediately began extensive scans even as she asked, "Scans will tell us a lot, but it would help if you could tell me what you remember about the attack. For instance, do you remember hitting your head or losing consciousness?" So far, scans revealed abrasions and contusions consistent with a fight and she could see evidence of the gas in his airways, but to her relief, she didn't notice any swelling that would indicate a dangerous allergic reaction.

While moving to lay down, he answered, "it was right before the shift ended, I finished talking to science about something and was headed back to my quarters before heading back to Intel, but when I got there someone was already occupying the room. We fought, and that was when he gassed me..." he furrowed his brow as he strained to remember. "... I think I lost consciousness at one point because I remember waking up on the floor with a splitting headache. I called for security, and as they and Phelps assessed the situation there was a short... disturbance, when the attacker tried to grab me again. I lost my balance and hit my head on the floor, and Phelps sedated him. Then we headed here." He squinted at the lights; the new position put one shining right in his face and it only made his headache worse.

He'd given her good information and a lot to take in. "Alright," she said, turning to the nurse, "Start a full neural work-up while I initiate a full body scan." A press of a button saw Zera's body engulfed in clamshell like structure. "Do you remember how the attacker administered the gas? That'll help me know what to look for."

Zera complied with everything he was told to do, seeing the nurse out of the corner of his eye as he started doing the neural work-up. "Cloth over the nose and mouth. He may have injected me with it for faster effect, but I don't remember."

Lydia nodded, asking the nurse to draw blood sample as soon as possible. With any luck, they would be able to identify the substance before it completely left his bloodstream. In the meantime, she waited for the results to come in. As expected, Zera had several deep bruises and the neural scan also revealed a concussion.

"You're going to have one hell of a headache for a while," Lydia said, "but given what you just went through, you're pretty lucky. I'll treat the worst of the concussion as well as these cuts and bruises, but I'd still like you to take it easy for a couple days, especially because you were gassed on top of everything else. I'm going to forensically document your injuries just in case we happen to find those responsible."

Zera nodded, letting Lydia do her tests and whatever else she needed.

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