Cassie woke up on the observation deck with a sheet wrapped round her. After a quick investigation she realized that she was still naked
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Cassie looked up at her. A new smell, a sweet smell. Cassie tried to scoot backwards. She didn't recognize the woman standing beside her and wasn't sure what she wanted. Cassie really didn't want to end up hurting her.
"Better than sickbay. Too many ... too many people. Didn't want to ... hurt anyone. Or ..." she didn't really want to finish that thought. It brought back memories of having to avoid people wanting to do 'things' to her as she had made her way here. And that hadn't exactly been easy considering all she had to protect her dignity was a sheet and she had been carrying a pillow at the time. She was sure that there was at least one person who would be taking a visit to sick bay with an injury because of it.
"The Doc gave ... gave me something and well ... not sure it's made me feel ... better." Cassie said looking up at the woman, "Now I am a mixture of emotions ... that are ... of a more ... violent nature. Threatened the chef and ... Commander Spock. But on the plus side ... as long as I am away from ... too many people my other desires can be kept in check."
Christine watched the woman on the floor, noting her every helpless gesture and change in infliction. The girl wasn't well, no doubt about that, but it didn't seem to be anything anyone needed to worry about. Last she'd heard from the science department, the best cure was time. That was a bit of inconviece, but it's not like she had any say over sex spore habits.
"You had an adverse reaction to Doctor McCoy's serotonin inhibitors?" Christine asked, brow furrowing. When she'd finally finished decontamination in the shuttle bay, she'd made her way back to Sickbay, ready to help. One of the other nurses had told her about Leonard's hunch about the serotonin. "Did you tell someone?"
And as for the rest of MacArthur's statement... Anyone picking fights with either of those two men had to have in some low stage of mental awareness, or outright stupidity. That was another facet to keep filed away for later use.
Cassie sighed, "Didn't get a chance. Doc was going ... to come back and see me. But he never made it. Guess someone got to him somehow. One minute I ... I was ok. Then next minute chef and the doc .... landed on me hard." Cassie rubbed her stomach. It ws still feeling a bit tender.
"I think that ... the Commander ended up in the pile .. as well. I ... hurt some. Then all hell ... broke loose and the Doc and the chef legged it." she said, "Then it got ... too much for me and I left ... the sickbay and ended up here."
Without thinking, Christine dropped to the floor, kneeling beside MacArthur. She immediately reached for the young woman's midsection, but stopped herself, letting her hands hover in that general vicinity. Normally, anybody in pain when she didn't have a scanner would immediately have gotten touch tests out of her, but who knew how much control the sex spores still had over this particular patient?
"If you're injured," Christine said, trying to sound as professional as one possibly could while kneeling on the floor next to a naked woman, "you should let myself or a doctor examine you. Better to get it fixed now than later."
"Be my guest. I would rather you ... do it here ... than make me go back to ... sickbay." She had a good idea what the woman was thinking, "I give you ... my word ... that I won't try anything. Am more ... in control here than I was in a ... room full of people doing ... what they were doing."
Christine took a deep breath. She'd really rather not do this here, but if it was only a preliminary evaluation, there really shouldn't be an issue. If there were any serious issues, she'd be hauled down to Sickbay faster than she could say, 'please'. If there wasn't, the woman could stay put, for all Christine cared. Though she might fare better in private quarters.
"I'm going to feel you for any rib damage or potentially serious bruises," she said, pressing first one hand, then the other, to MacArthur's right side. "Tell me when it hurts."
Flinching. Not good. Christine frowned and moved one hand, feeling for unusually tender areas. "That's understandable. The amount of adrenaline in your system over the past eighteen hours or so probably blocked any real pain responses."
She moved the hand again, higher, pressing hard with her fingertips. "Does this hurt?"
(OOC - Lj buggered up and I managed to delete the post before this one as this one hadn't shown up so what I will do is rewrite the other one and incorporate your one in to it. Sorry about the mess.!)
Cassie wasn't happy. This brought back too many memories but there was nothing she could do about it.
As the woman mover her hands over her side she felt a pain. "It hurts just there. OOW. Didn't notice it .... before. Must be coming ... of whatever high ... I was on.
Flinching. Not good. Christine frowned and moved one hand, feeling for unusually tender areas. "That's understandable. The amount of adrenaline in your system over the past eighteen hours or so probably blocked any real pain responses."
She moved the hand again, higher, pressing hard with her fingertips. "Does this hurt?"
Cassie gasped. "Oh ..... now that is seven shades of .... pain. OH GOD. That hurts!"
[OOC - No worries. Nurses have patience, after all. ;)]
Christine withdrew her hands, keeping them close, but not touching. This seemed to fall quite resolutely into the category of things that were Not Good.
"Sickbay's probably not in any shape for treatment right now, but I don't think the observation deck is the best place for this, either." She looked MacArthur up and down, from a pain-stricken face to the clutched sheet and lord knows what under it. "You need treatment, or at least a proper evaluation. There's only so much I can do without a scanner."
There were strict protocols - she knew because she'd had to memorize them back in her Academy days - concerning the treatment of patients onboard a starship. They involved the affected crewmembers being moved to the medical bay immediately, and, if possible, the alerting of a more senior member of staff. Well. If Leonard was as exhausted as Christine was, she certainly wasn't waking him up for something non-critical. And if Sickbay looked anything like she imagined it to be…
"Think you can make it back to your quarters?" Christine asked. She had a scanner in her quarters, and she was certain MacArthur's were in the same area, so she could pop by easily enough. Screw protocol, and if anyone had anything to say about it, screw him, too.
Cassie looked at her and said, "Yeah. Just hope ... that everyone's given up on ... doing whatever they were ... planning on doing on the way down here. I don't think that ... I could cope with ... that again."
Slowly she stood up and the pain became even more intense. "Ok. Maybe I got the ... I can make it a bit wrong. Any chance of a hand ... at least to the door? Think I can ... fall through after that."
Standing up with MacArthur, Christine said, "It seemed pretty quiet when I came down." But it was getting closer to shift change now, so anyone functional could very well be about. She kept this thought to herself, and instead focused on her patient's speech pattern. It suggested enough pain to make Christine worry.
Carefully, she put her arm around the other woman's waist, trying to keep her touch light. "Lean on me."
Cassie did as she was asked. The woman smelt very nice and Cassie had to resist the urge to lay her head on her shoulder as they began to move. As much as she hated the pain, she was glad of the distraction.
As she moved Cassie breathed in hard. Whatever she had done wasn't nice and wasn't going to go away in a hurry.
"Wow. This is not ... going to be easy." She said as she put one foot in front of the other.
As soon as they started to move, Christine was worrying over her decision to take matters into her own hands. She didn't doubt her capabilities; she doubted her patient's stamina. If a few steps could cause such apparent pain, there could easily be an issue with getting all the way to MacArthur's quarters. A glance over her shoulder revealed that they'd forgotten to bring the pillow. It was shaping up to be another one of those days. Internally, she sighed.
Externally, she pursed her lips, then said, "Nothing in life ever is, sweetheart."
"Better than sickbay. Too many ... too many people. Didn't want to ... hurt anyone. Or ..." she didn't really want to finish that thought. It brought back memories of having to avoid people wanting to do 'things' to her as she had made her way here. And that hadn't exactly been easy considering all she had to protect her dignity was a sheet and she had been carrying a pillow at the time. She was sure that there was at least one person who would be taking a visit to sick bay with an injury because of it.
"The Doc gave ... gave me something and well ... not sure it's made me feel ... better." Cassie said looking up at the woman, "Now I am a mixture of emotions ... that are ... of a more ... violent nature. Threatened the chef and ... Commander Spock. But on the plus side ... as long as I am away from ... too many people my other desires can be kept in check."
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"You had an adverse reaction to Doctor McCoy's serotonin inhibitors?" Christine asked, brow furrowing. When she'd finally finished decontamination in the shuttle bay, she'd made her way back to Sickbay, ready to help. One of the other nurses had told her about Leonard's hunch about the serotonin. "Did you tell someone?"
And as for the rest of MacArthur's statement... Anyone picking fights with either of those two men had to have in some low stage of mental awareness, or outright stupidity. That was another facet to keep filed away for later use.
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"I think that ... the Commander ended up in the pile .. as well. I ... hurt some. Then all hell ... broke loose and the Doc and the chef legged it." she said, "Then it got ... too much for me and I left ... the sickbay and ended up here."
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"If you're injured," Christine said, trying to sound as professional as one possibly could while kneeling on the floor next to a naked woman, "you should let myself or a doctor examine you. Better to get it fixed now than later."
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"I'm going to feel you for any rib damage or potentially serious bruises," she said, pressing first one hand, then the other, to MacArthur's right side. "Tell me when it hurts."
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She moved the hand again, higher, pressing hard with her fingertips. "Does this hurt?"
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Cassie wasn't happy. This brought back too many memories but there was nothing she could do about it.
As the woman mover her hands over her side she felt a pain. "It hurts just there. OOW. Didn't notice it .... before. Must be coming ... of whatever high ... I was on.
Flinching. Not good. Christine frowned and moved one hand, feeling for unusually tender areas. "That's understandable. The amount of adrenaline in your system over the past eighteen hours or so probably blocked any real pain responses."
She moved the hand again, higher, pressing hard with her fingertips. "Does this hurt?"
Cassie gasped. "Oh ..... now that is seven shades of .... pain. OH GOD. That hurts!"
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Christine withdrew her hands, keeping them close, but not touching. This seemed to fall quite resolutely into the category of things that were Not Good.
"Sickbay's probably not in any shape for treatment right now, but I don't think the observation deck is the best place for this, either." She looked MacArthur up and down, from a pain-stricken face to the clutched sheet and lord knows what under it. "You need treatment, or at least a proper evaluation. There's only so much I can do without a scanner."
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Her breath was beginning to get rather ragged, " ... some pain meds ... might not go amiss. I have some ... painkillers in my quarters."
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"Think you can make it back to your quarters?" Christine asked. She had a scanner in her quarters, and she was certain MacArthur's were in the same area, so she could pop by easily enough. Screw protocol, and if anyone had anything to say about it, screw him, too.
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Slowly she stood up and the pain became even more intense. "Ok. Maybe I got the ... I can make it a bit wrong. Any chance of a hand ... at least to the door? Think I can ... fall through after that."
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Carefully, she put her arm around the other woman's waist, trying to keep her touch light. "Lean on me."
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As she moved Cassie breathed in hard. Whatever she had done wasn't nice and wasn't going to go away in a hurry.
"Wow. This is not ... going to be easy." She said as she put one foot in front of the other.
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Externally, she pursed her lips, then said, "Nothing in life ever is, sweetheart."
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