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What Dreams May Come

Posted on Wed Apr 17th, 2019 @ 2:45pm by Commander Nokomis Diza & Lieutenant Varina Hightower & Lieutenant Ozanna Isuri
Edited on on Thu Apr 18th, 2019 @ 10:35pm

Mission: Mission 1: Unscheduled Madness
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: MD 12 1500 Hours

Nokomis entered sickbay quietly, not wanting to disturb the sleeping patient but just wanting to somehow privately thank her for what she'd done for the ship. There were quite a few people who had wanted to come in and give thanks but the XO had kept them out, at least until Ozzie was awake.

The CMO was strolling out of her office as Nokomis came in. Varina gave the other woman a quiet smile. It was as if all of Sickbay was catering to the unconscious security officer's needs. The mood was weighted, but not dark. Varina had done everything she could to make the Betazoid comfortable. At the moment, they could only wait to see how her body responded to the treatment it was receiving. After a quick check to find all vitals at expected levels, Dr. Hightower joined the XO. "How are you, Commander?" she asked in a hushed tone.

"Eh." Nokomis whispered, shaking her hand from side to side in a very Human gesture. "I still have a bit of a hangover to be honest with you but I think I jolted myself back to reality. How about you, feeling any better?"

There was a fog of consciousness that had been over Ozzie since the ride of the USS Igrayne. As her eyes fluttered open and nothing was quite in focus, she felt disorientation. Was she on Tera Nova? On Betazed? On Earth? Had she died? She raised her hand to her chest and felt herself to be a solid body, but was her hand itself solid? Squinting to try to clear her vision, Ozzie strained to try to sit up.

"I can get..." Varina cut short the offer of a relief shot she'd been about to make to Nokomis when she caught movement out of the corner of her eyes and noticed that Ozzie's eyes were open, and her hands were moving around. She took a few hurried steps to Ozzie's bedside, and put her hands gently, but firmly on her upper arms, keeping her down. "Don't move too much right now, Ozzie." The doctor noticed her eyes darting in different directions. "It's okay," she offered.

"That you, Doc? Where am I?"

"You're in Sickbay. How do you feel?"

"Ugh, too awful to be dead, that's for sure." Ozzie tried to laugh but her throat was too dry and she started hacking a cough instead.

Varina looked to Nokomis and mouthed "Water" as a request. At the same time, she grabbed a nearby tricorder, pulled the small probe from it, and scanned Ozzie. "Are you in pain?" she asked as she watched the reading play out on the display.

"I feel like a freighter hit me. All my muscles hurt. It stabs me from the inside out when I breathe." Ozzie started to remember the shuttle ride and punching the warp drive. She wasn't sure what happened after that though. She could only remember pain and alarms.

Nokomis came closer so she could be seen, but only just. She didn't want to interrupt the doctors care of the woman, she merely wanted her to know she was there.

"Did I make the jump?" If she had, that meant the Orion had come to get her and was out too. "Or not?" Which would mean they we're still trapped in the psycho-anti-warp-mire.

"You did," Mis stated. "We are clear. And very grateful."

"Yeah!" Ozzie pumped her fist in the air, and then regretted it for the tenderness in her rib cage. "You hear that, Doc? We shook loose."

Varina smiled, but remained serious. "Try not to make such sudden movements. You do still have some internal damage that will take time to heal. I've done what I can with bone matrix stitchers and dermal regenerators. The rest your body will have to do. But I can give you something for the pain." She pulled a hypospray from a nearby tray and pressed it to Ozzy's neck.

"Commander, tell those smarty pants in science they're alright, for me. They did their math alright."

"Sure," Nokomis said, handing the woman a glass of water. "You just rest and recuperate. Is there anything you need here that I can bring you?

"No thank you, ma'am. I'm good." Ozzie relaxed back, smiling.

Mis reached down and patted Ozzie on the shoulder before moving away. She didn't need the hangover cure, it was a reminder that she was alive and grateful to be. "Let me know if anything changes with our savior here," Nokomis said to Doctor Hightower and then headed back to her office.

"Will do, Ma'am," the Doctor said.




Lieutenant Commander Nokomis Diza
Executive Officer, USS Orion



Lieutenant Junior Grade Ozanna Isuri
Chief Security/Tactical Officer, USS Orion



Lieutenant Varina Hightower
Chief Medical Officer, USS Orion

 

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