A radoll would fare betterg

Posted on Mon Dec 21st, 2015 @ 12:47pm by Chief Warrant Officer Jemner

1,318 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Of Gods and Men
Location: Turbo lift
Timeline: Backpost hours after Ship stopping

ON

Michelle was just coming off shift, it had been rather long for her; the communications seemed to keep coming thick and fast. Just keeping up with the assignment pile had felt very draining. As it was she had stayed back to try and chew things back a bit more for the shift taking over. Now she was looking forward to a quiet dinner, nice soak and playing around with a good tune. She entered the Turbolift, rubbing at her neck a little. "Man that was a long shift, I think I earnt some chocolate off that one." She stretched as she settled into the middle of the lift, "Ten Forward." She stated for a destination, there her dinner would await.

All of a sudden the ship shook quite violently. Michelle was thrown around the Turbolift like an old Earth Rag Doll; though the Rag Doll would have coped with it all far better than Michelle did. Slammed from one wall to the other and back again, she could feel the floor and her part ways as the lift fell and the ship lurched. Michelle could hear the Red Alert klaxons wailing in the background right through her 'Rag Doll' dance. She landed on the floor of the Turbolift as it came to a sudden stop. Her head hurt, her shoulder ached and she could barely move her left arm; her opposite ankle wasn't much better either.

=^=Rogers to Security?......Engineering?......Is there anybody out there??!! Help!!!! =^= She called over the comm link. She closed the line and dragged herself over to the turbolift door and started to bang at it, calling as best as she could; desperately hoping to be heard. If they were in the middle of a Red Alert scenario she would be needed at her post! Who would know where to find her? The lift could be anywhere in the shafts of the ship! She banged more desperately than ever almost screaming.

"Can anybody hear me??!! I'm Stuck.... HELP!!!!!" She slumped down by the door, in tears and riddled with pain. "Jemnar...." she whispered as she tried to bang at the door over her head with her right hand. "HELP! ANYBODY!!!!" She was just about at the point of thinking she might not be found until well after the Red Alert was cancelled and somebody noticed she didn't turn up for shift. Her eyes and head were pounding, her vision a little blurred, she needed to stay awake but it was so hard with her head pounding so bad.

The silence broke when the Turbo Lift vibrated for a few seconds, the emergency system brought the car to the nearest level and locked into place. The flickering lights were showing the fact the ship had damage and was in recovery. The doors parted, the sounds of foot falls rushing to her side.

[Michelle... Michelle...Michelle...] The voice was animated but not a natural one.

Touching her face Softtouch caressed her face and he motioned for the nurse that was with him that things were okay.

Michelle didn't have many people around her touch her face, especially in the manner that this hand was now. Her vision was still blurry, it almost seemed like the whole world was kind of fuzzed out. Her right hand gently touched the one that caressed her face. "Jem....is that you? Everything feels 'fuzzy'...hard to.....stay awake..." Thoughts didn't seem to want to stay with her for long, it was starting to feel like clutching at straws; like learning a new language with no real reference point. From all of her research into Sign Language she managed to replicate one sign that she knew would be recognized. her right hand made the signing gesture for 'Thank you'. "Everything hurts..." she said, head kind of bobbing about.

Softtouch put his hands around her face in a manner not much diffrent from other times he had done this before kissing her. The warmth of his hands was the only hint that something might be happening as Softtouch began to feel the headache; his head pounding as what felt like a concussion was coming over him. He was glad that the nurse could not see what he was doing as a Concussion is not visable to the naked eye. Softtouch did concentrate upon his own healing as the same damage he had taken was fading like an after thought and his vision was coming back to normal.

His touch felt warm for a moment, somehow the pain dulled off; maybe he had dosed her with painkillers while her head was swimming? How could that be, it felt like both his hands were on her face. It was all so confusing, at least it was Jemnar helping her. Michelle leant against him feeling so tired and sore, he seemed like an angel; there when she needed him and ever so gentle. "I'm glad it's you..." she said softly. "I just feel so sore and sleepy." She winced as she tried to move her left arm. "I think I know how a Rag Doll feels when it flies across the room."

Softtouch began to feel his own head clearing; he reached for the dermal regen and started work on her shoulder and the arm. This was a simple repair that he could do for her with the Medical kit rather than taking her injury upon himself.

[Be careful with it as the cure time on the repair is a few hours.] He smiled with a slightly pained expression. [I am glad you are doing well but I have to let the Nurse care for you a bit as we have dated so no crossing professionalism and she is a female that can check you for more injuries.]

A slight look of panic came across Michelle's face. "You'll still be here, right?! You're not leaving me with her, right?!!" She felt her eyes starting to well up. "I know it's a professional thing....I'd just rather you be ....close by."

Softtouch smiled and nodded as he stood aside for the nurse to finish up the setting of the bone and patching her up. He sat aside quietly while Michelle was helped.

[She and I are dating.] He typed into the PADD. [It is best you care for her and I just be here to comfort.]

"Ah, so this is the lady that has really been putting a smile on your face. hang on, you're the girl that was singing in the lounge, aren't you?" the nurse asked looking at the girl a little more closely.

Michelle blushed, she knew there was a possibility that she would be recognised, but not quite like this. "It was an impromptu thing." she looked over to Jemnar. "I never really expected all the fuss."

"Secret is safe with me." she smiled and sat back. "All patched up but some rest is in order." The nurse looked over to Jemnar and back to Michelle.

{I have to go.] He typed and gave her a soft Kiss. [Go to quarters and rest four hours or repairs to complete I will stop by after this to check.] He winked and put his forehead to hers for a moment.

Michelle felt the kiss and blushed a bit. he always felt so warm, sweet and.... well gentle. She smiled softly and gave a gentle nod. "I know to follow medical recommendations, I'll look forward to seeing you."

He helped her to her feet and with a nod to his patner had to make his way to the next patent.

Michelle was slow but made it back to her quarters to rest. She flopped onto the bed and it was not long before dreams of Jemnar coming to her rescue and the sweet kisses that would await her when he came to check in on her.

OFF

Jemnar Softtouch
Nurse

Michelle Rogers
Comunications Officer

 

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