[USS Charon, Sickbay]
The young woman climbed off the chair, careful to keep the billowing skirt out of the way of her legs, and then moved towards the side of the bed.
"Hm."
Carefully she pulled the covers to the side and reached for the large man's lowest ribs under the shirt. Well, that was the starting point. But the angle was completely wrong to apply the needed pressure.
"You are an unusually tall individual, Mr Chernienko."
Not to mention as broad-shouldered as an adolescent Sehlat.
He felt her warm hands move onto his bare skin under the hospital gown. The strange sensation of the pressure points under his ribs took his breath for a moment before he started to relax in her grip. Her comment about being too tall was actually amusing and some of the mirth he had at the thought flowed out infront of the discomfort of his previous tortures. "Is.. there anything I can do to assist you?" he asked her seriously and with a slightly breathy voice from the efforts she was exerting on him.
"I have always been a tall man, something my Cossack ancestors passed down to me and mine. It has been both a blessing and a curse at times." he told her. It was odd he felt he could open to this woman and whenever she was manipulating his energy points his normal rage seemed to dissipate so that he could speak rationally with her.
Sakarra canted her head thoughtfully, and then looked at her gown. The bodice would present a minor obstacle, but it should work.
"Indeed there is, if you would not object to me sharing the biobed with you for a short amount of time. I will need to access your lower ribs and abdomen from a precise angle of eighty-seven degrees and still be able to use my weight to achieve the necessary pressure. I cannot do that from here."
"Indeed there is, if you would not object to me sharing the biobed with you for a short amount of time. I will need to access your lower ribs and abdomen from a precise angle of eighty-seven degrees and still be able to use my weight to achieve the necessary pressure. I cannot do that from here."
She had sensed some amusement at her comment, and although she had not intended it to be humorous, the young Vulcan was still deeply gratified the man was able to experience such emotions. That of course left the matter of what he might think of her plan. Either more amusement or some awkwardness, most likely. Perhaps both.
Pulling the chair to where she was standing, she motioned to the marine's legs "I might require some steadying yet again. This … attire …. is not precisely what I would have chosen for this posture."
Pulling the chair to where she was standing, she motioned to the marine's legs "I might require some steadying yet again. This … attire …. is not precisely what I would have chosen for this posture."
He looked at the young Vulcan and her very.. impractical attire, this was going to be awkward for them both. He could only imagine what it would look like if the other Vulcan doctor happened to come in and saw what she was doing to him. Of course her being a Vulcan he doubted she would understand the overtones of the position she was suggesting so he nodded to her. "I will share the biobed with you Sakarrravich." he said after a moment." And I will steady you in anyway I can." he finished trying not be awkward or to amused.
He positioned himself better in the center of the bed and offered his arm to her to help her up with him. He hit one of the switches on his console and closed the auto curtain completely not only for privacy for himself but also to make sure her reputation wouldn't be compromised by the unconventional position she was about to take over him.
Ah well, this would be interesting. And quite good practice for keeping balance under extraordinary circumstances.
Sakarra climbed up on the chair and quirked a mildly amused brow as the curtains closed - quite unlikely there should be any visitors at his time, however she could relate to the desire for privacy.
Holding on to the offered arm with one hand, the young Vulcan bunched up the fabric of the skirt with the other, revealing a layer of silken petticoats and ivory colored boots.
"I believe the custom is to count until three, yes? Please be advised that the bodice is hindering my mobility somewhat and you may have to prevent me from falling off the other side as it were."
Sakarra had seen illustrations of human women on horses, wearing exceedingly elaborate dresses, and once more wondered how they had done it. Safe to assume they needed a hoard of attendants merely to get into the saddle. Of course that left the question why anyone would put themselves through such an experience. All quite fascinating.
Sakarra climbed up on the chair and quirked a mildly amused brow as the curtains closed - quite unlikely there should be any visitors at his time, however she could relate to the desire for privacy.
Holding on to the offered arm with one hand, the young Vulcan bunched up the fabric of the skirt with the other, revealing a layer of silken petticoats and ivory colored boots.
"I believe the custom is to count until three, yes? Please be advised that the bodice is hindering my mobility somewhat and you may have to prevent me from falling off the other side as it were."
Sakarra had seen illustrations of human women on horses, wearing exceedingly elaborate dresses, and once more wondered how they had done it. Safe to assume they needed a hoard of attendants merely to get into the saddle. Of course that left the question why anyone would put themselves through such an experience. All quite fascinating.
Nikolai nodded to her as he helped bring her up onto the chair. "Da... a-Deen, dva, tree!" he said and hoisted her up at the same time his other arm coming up to keep her from going over the other side of the bed. Though Sakarra was a very light woman the damage done to his body was extensive. He groaned at the sheer force he had to expound to get her up on top of him. But despite the pain coursing through him he made sure she was steady on top of him before relaxing back into the center of the bed.
Any more pull and she would have gone airborne. What a curious sensation indeed.
Sakarra brushed some stray curls out of her face and took stock of the situation. The exertion had slightly aggravated the condition of some overtaxed musculature, but that was easily remedied from her current position. Then she realized the blue gaze resting on her again, even as the large man relaxed under her, and gave a questioning look in return.
Ah, of course. Somewhat disheveled.
With as much dignity as a woman of her heritage could muster, which was a considerable amount, Sakarra adjusted the mass of deep red fabric to fall loosely over her legs, covering the knee-high boots as well as the small bit of stocking that had dared to become visible.
"Deep, steady breaths if you please, Mr Chernienko."
For this, there was no margin for error. Closing her eyes, the young Vulcan concentrated and sensitive fingertips traveled across the marine's skin.
Sakarra brushed some stray curls out of her face and took stock of the situation. The exertion had slightly aggravated the condition of some overtaxed musculature, but that was easily remedied from her current position. Then she realized the blue gaze resting on her again, even as the large man relaxed under her, and gave a questioning look in return.
Ah, of course. Somewhat disheveled.
With as much dignity as a woman of her heritage could muster, which was a considerable amount, Sakarra adjusted the mass of deep red fabric to fall loosely over her legs, covering the knee-high boots as well as the small bit of stocking that had dared to become visible.
"Deep, steady breaths if you please, Mr Chernienko."
For this, there was no margin for error. Closing her eyes, the young Vulcan concentrated and sensitive fingertips traveled across the marine's skin.
Nikolai tried to calm his breath as the young Vulcan traced her finger tips over his abused skin. Her warm touch sending small sensations of pain through his body but there was also faint bouts of familiar touch, though he kept the notion from his head. He watched her face as she closed her eyes and started to take deep steady breaths as she requested. Both arms holding her shoulders softly but firmly so she wouldn't topple over.
Well, this was quite helpful. Of course logic suggested that a patient in such dire shape would try to cooperate as best as possible, but one had to appreciate the man's initiative and common sense.
With the immediate danger of losing her balance all but removed, Sakarra could not only focus on the task at hand, but actually apply her weight as she saw fit without risking any additional damage to the still barely healed tissue.
With the immediate danger of losing her balance all but removed, Sakarra could not only focus on the task at hand, but actually apply her weight as she saw fit without risking any additional damage to the still barely healed tissue.
After merely 18.7 minutes, Sakarra gave a small, satisfied huff and sat up, stretching her shoulders and arms.
The sensations of a multitude of pains and aches that still lingered made her blink for a moment, but it was merely a shadow of what had been before and faded quickly.
"I believe this should suffice for today. You should not only be able to enjoy your food without experiencing discomfort, but in fact rest quite comfortably for several hours."
More raven black curls had taken the opportunity to fall into her face and spill over her shoulders, and the young Vulcan briefly rubbed her temples. It was a sign of mild exhaustion and a weakness she usually would not have liked to display in front of another person, however he was already fully aware of it. Quite illogical then to insist on showing a façade of any kind.
The sensations of a multitude of pains and aches that still lingered made her blink for a moment, but it was merely a shadow of what had been before and faded quickly.
"I believe this should suffice for today. You should not only be able to enjoy your food without experiencing discomfort, but in fact rest quite comfortably for several hours."
More raven black curls had taken the opportunity to fall into her face and spill over her shoulders, and the young Vulcan briefly rubbed her temples. It was a sign of mild exhaustion and a weakness she usually would not have liked to display in front of another person, however he was already fully aware of it. Quite illogical then to insist on showing a façade of any kind.
Surprising, how easily the telepathic thread had begun to weave itself. Most species unaccustomed to the sensation instinctively resisted the strangeness of another mind reaching out, however lightly and non-intrusive.
"Mr Chernienko, may I make a personal inquiry?"
"Mr Chernienko, may I make a personal inquiry?"
Nikolai breathed a sigh of relief as after the nearly twenty minute session. The pain had subsided to a tolerable level once more thanks to Kara's dedication and skill.
He leaned back on his pillow now more lightly then before now that the tension was released from him. He looked up at the young Vulcan and carefully brushed her black locks from her face and nodded. The gesture wasn't overtly anything just a kindness for her so that they could look each other in the face while she spoke. "If you wish, I will answer what I can." he answered her more calmly than the last few times.
He leaned back on his pillow now more lightly then before now that the tension was released from him. He looked up at the young Vulcan and carefully brushed her black locks from her face and nodded. The gesture wasn't overtly anything just a kindness for her so that they could look each other in the face while she spoke. "If you wish, I will answer what I can." he answered her more calmly than the last few times.
She blinked rapidly at the unexpected gesture, but decided it had to have been intended as a courtesy.
"I did not sense any … previous experience with telepathic species, however you seem to have no … reluctance to allow such contact. It is rather puzzling."
Sakarra noticed how his voice had changed yet again. Deep, and quite pleasant in his relaxed state one could actually hear and appreciate the melody of his native dialect.
"I did not sense any … previous experience with telepathic species, however you seem to have no … reluctance to allow such contact. It is rather puzzling."
Sakarra noticed how his voice had changed yet again. Deep, and quite pleasant in his relaxed state one could actually hear and appreciate the melody of his native dialect.
Nikolai raised an eyebrow at her almost in a Vulcan like way. "Are you asking why I am not attempting to resist the telepathic connection?" he asked outloud mostly to him self as well. "No I have never had previous contact with a telepathic race on a personal level. Unless of course you count the Borg. However there is nothing in my mind that is secret to those I feel I can trust." he said to her and looked her over again.
"You have offered every kindness to me and asked nothing in return, It may be the Vulcan way but I still feel I can trust you and allow you whatever you need." he explained though in truth with her he had felt something more then hatred and rage in his heart. Something about her sparked the memories of a happier time in him and he was trying to nurture that feeling.
"You have offered every kindness to me and asked nothing in return, It may be the Vulcan way but I still feel I can trust you and allow you whatever you need." he explained though in truth with her he had felt something more then hatred and rage in his heart. Something about her sparked the memories of a happier time in him and he was trying to nurture that feeling.
The young Vulcan thought about this for a few moments and then slowly inclined her head.
"Dh'au-tor nash-veh du. I am honored by your trust."
Exhaling slowly, she cast a glance at the chair and then the floor. Well, it should be possible to get off the biobed and allow him to rest without troubling him any further.
"If you would please not move for one moment."
The young woman leaned forward, gripping the sides of the bed, and tensed. Pushing off with arms and legs at the same time, she went flying in a nicely calculated arc and landed on her feet with the grace of a cat. Of course the dress was positively disheveled by now.
Mild amusement shining in her eyes, Sakarra straightened the fabric as best as possible and then picked up her coat.
"Dh'au-tor nash-veh du. I am honored by your trust."
Exhaling slowly, she cast a glance at the chair and then the floor. Well, it should be possible to get off the biobed and allow him to rest without troubling him any further.
"If you would please not move for one moment."
The young woman leaned forward, gripping the sides of the bed, and tensed. Pushing off with arms and legs at the same time, she went flying in a nicely calculated arc and landed on her feet with the grace of a cat. Of course the dress was positively disheveled by now.
Mild amusement shining in her eyes, Sakarra straightened the fabric as best as possible and then picked up her coat.
[To be continued ...]
Lieutenant Commander Sakarra Tyrax
Chief Helmsman and Acting Executive Officer
&
Marine Captain Nikolai Chernienko
Platoon Leader
Chief Helmsman and Acting Executive Officer
&
Marine Captain Nikolai Chernienko
Platoon Leader
USS Charon
