Aftermath

Posted on Sun 25th Aug, 2013 @ 9:13pm by Commander Mikaela Locke & Colonel Horatio Drake & Commander Jasmine Collins-Keller

790 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: http://sb109.sim-station.net/index.php/sim/missions/id/5
Location: Deck 83: Main Sickbay
Timeline: MD-01: 1330 Hours

ON:

Some would say the last month on Protector had been a complete failure. Two Engineering Officers dead... one Communications Officer critically wounded... and a homicidal maniac allowed to escape. However some, Drake being one of them, might say that a horrendous chamber of torture was uncovered and the victims of the atrocity, and their families, may finally be at rest. He had learned, through working with more experienced Marines, that the one thing worse to a loved one than being killed in action was to be missing in action. Death, as horrendous as it was, brought some closure and finality to the situation. The Starfleet Officer element of the bodies found were all listed as missing... at last, they were finally found.

However this discovery had come at a high price... one of his best friends now lay in a coma in Sickbay... they had just been reunited after two years and this happened.

Drake approached the Chief Medical Officer who was just outside her office, near a row of vacant biobeds.

"Good Afternoon, Doctor" He smiled, warmly.

"Colonel." Nyx smiled as she approached the man. "Can I help you with something sir?" She asked. She hated using the word sir but it was part of the protocol of being an officer. Even if the officer you were calling sir was barely older than you.

"I'm just wondering if there was any change in Lieutenant Locke?" His voice was humble but with an underlying tone of hope, like a homeless child asking for food.

"There's been no change sir. I'm sure she'll be fine. Her body is mending. We just have to reach her mind and let her know it's time to wake." She believed that a coma was a way for the mind to rest while the body repaired itself.

"I see... thank you Doctor" He turned and started walking out then stopped by a console, which he placed his hand on as he turned back to face Nyx. "Is there nothing I can do? Are there specialists which you could consult with? No remedy that I can go and fetch?" He was probably only achieving two things - firstly undermining the Chief Medical Officer and secondly betraying his complete lack of medical knowledge. He knew Nyx wouldn't see it that way, but he felt helpless. He had already lost one person close to him, he'd be damned if he was going to lose another.

"I promise you sir, everything that can be done is being done." She put her hand to her belly. The same monster that tried to take her and her child had put this woman in a coma. She wasn't going to let him win. There would be no more victories for Dobbs...not even a little one. "If you'd like to sit with her sir?" She wondered curiously why this particular patient was so important to the Colonel but it wasn't her place. "Some believe that a familiar voice or touch can guide patient's in a coma to wake."

"Right... yes, indeed" Drake smiled at the Medical Officer and she wondered off.

Approaching the biobed, he pulled up a nearby chair and sat. Mikaela looked like she was just sleeping... well, in a manner of speaking she was just sleeping he supposed. There was now no evidence that she had ever been struck with a phaser rifle blast, no evidence of the amount of blood she had lost and pain she had gone through... she just lay there, peacefully.

Drake looked around to make sure no one was near... he lowered his voice to just above a whisper. "Er... Lieutenant... Mikaela... I'm sorry... about getting you shot. I hate to say it but Dobbs got away in the end. It turned out that he had been AWOL for a couple of weeks at the time he boarded Protector... if I had checked, then none of this would have happened." He shook the notion away, it would have been impossible to predict what was going to happen, but naturally there was an underlying feeling of guilt.

"Doctor Nyx informs me that you'll be making a full recovery... sooner rather than later, I hope. Who's going to open the hailing frequencies, if you don't mend up soon?" He smirked to himself... he always teased Locke about her choice of career path in Starfleet... although knowing, full well, there was more technical skill in communications than in being a Marine.

He started to feel a bit silly now, talking to a comatose person.

"Well... I'll be in Ops, if you need me." He squeezed her hand, gently.

"Of course sir."

OFF:

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Colonel Drake
Commanding Officer

Lieutenant Nyx
Chief Medical Officer

Lieutenant Locke
Unconcious Communications Officer

 

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