[sickbay - wait, what? : open]

[rn_chapel]

Tina had been having a weird week. Judging by the calls that were coming into sickbay, it was not actually going to get less weird. She'd barely arrived for her shift, and already she was hearing something about Leonard Nimoy being intoxicated on bananas (what?) and Pasha Chekov having fallen into an inexplicable, coma-like sleep

Comments

[canadianbill]

Len seemed insistent on moving under his own power; luckily, however, he seemed to have forgotten entirely about his determination not to move towards Sickbay.

Bill glanced around as he and De stumbled into the room, Leonard between them.

"Is anyone free?" he called out, tentatively, pausing to remove Leonard's hand from where it was creeping down over Bill's backside.

[len_not_spock]

Leonard took the opportunity their stationary position provided to nuzzle Bill's neck, pressing darting kisses against the skin behind his ear.

Which was just as well, as it effectively prevented him from noticing that they were in sickbay.

[de_forest]

Somehow, De seemed to have been ending up in sickbay rather a lot recently, although not for himself, which in a way, made all the difference.

He tugged at Len's wrist again as Len continued to be entirely inappropriate, and glanced around for help.

[rn_chapel]

After hearing about Len's strange LiveJournal post, Tina had been expecting to see him in sickbay soon.

She hadn't exactly been expecting to see him so determined to molest Bill, but it wasn't a complete shock.

"So, what are the symptoms?" she asked De and Bill, as she approached. "Aside from, uh, severe affection?"

[cso_spock]

These recent habits that had formed out of his control had become...troublesome. He had not precisely over-slept into alpha shift (though it had been close), but the fatigue had encroached into his evenings, pushing them further and further back into his free time and personal activities.

It was, in short, unacceptable.

After some internal debate (first over breakfast and a bowl of milk and sugary cereal, then over a lunch of cherry pie), he had finally decided to seek some alternate solution in the face of his own failure to resolve it. Perhaps it involved human physiology, what little he had of it. At first he did not see Leonard, though this wasn't so private a matter as to require him. There were many other qualified individuals here.

"...Miss Chapel."

[rn_chapel]

Tina looked up, startled to hear Commander Spock's voice. She was pretty sure she hadn't seen him face-to-face since her borderline insubordination in the transporter room months ago. She bit back the urge to correct him with a pert "It's Lieutenant Chapel" or "Nurse Chapel." If he meant to be rude, reacting to it was pointless. And if he didn't mean it as a slight, then snapping at him right at the outset of their very first conversation in ages would be... Well, stupid, as well as rude.

He was her best friend's fiance-or-whatever, after all.

"Commander Spock," she said, after she'd processed all of that. "What can I do for you?"

[cso_spock]

In a rare moment of unpreparedness, Spock found a slight flaw in his projected time line. It had been: go to sickbay, procure some medication, and leave. It now occurred to him that he needed to request it from personnel that actually had clearance for said medication.

Not that it was the first instance he had ever needed to smooth over; he just kept his hands behind his back and his Vulcan calm. "I was curious as to whether there is medication available that may decrease the body's minimum sleep requirements. Or, in the absence of that, something that may delay the onset of physical fatigue."

And, on a quick second thought, he also added, "The ability to suppress migraines would also be...appreciated."

[rn_chapel]

Tina took the two steps toward the nearest biobed and patted the surface in a "sit down" gesture as Spock finished speaking.

"Migraine treatment we can definitely do," she said. "Stimulants are going to require some pretty good evidence that you really need them, though. I'm sure you can understand why we have protocols for that. Abuse of that type of medication can be pretty extreme."

She started pulling up his patient file. "Are you sleeping more than you usually do? What kind of fatigue are we talking, here?"

[mr_chekov]

It wasn't an usual sight to see people being carried into and out of sickbay. However it was unusual to see Chekov being carried in without her kicking and screaming (In a few cases that has been literately), now the girl was scarily limp, being supported by Ensign Pattison as she half dragged the girl in. “She’s heavier than she looks, y’know.” Pattison grunted as a nurse helped her pull the Ensign up onto a biobed.

“She is gonna be okay, isn’t she?” The question hung in the air flatly.

[country_doc]

McCoy tracked in on Pattison's heels, scratching the back of his neck as he surveyed Chekov's limp body. "Well, health-wise, she's still absolutely fine - she's not in any immediate danger so far as I can tell." It was just the whole unconscious-thing that was worrying him. "I'll start running some more tests, see if we can't figure out just what's going on."

[anon_crewperson]

Pattison bobbed her head, glancing anxiously at the girl, tucking a lock of curly hair that had fallen across her face in the transport behind her ear. It was unnerving for someone who was usually so full of life a nervous energy to be almost deathly still, the only indication of life was the slow rise and fall of her chest. With a hopeful laugh she commented "They do say that teens need more sleep then adults y'know."

[country_doc]

McCoy grinned, employing the neurocortical monitor in order to study the electrical activity of the ensign's brain - like everything else, it was normal. Nothing out of order there... "They do, but the day Chekov acts like a normal teenager in terms of energy will be a day for the books."