[USS Charon, Main Sickbay]
Truth be told, it would have been unwise for anyone to let Sakarra near the people she refused to refer to as scientists. And yet, she had something to cling to that this man did not have. How much worse would that have to be … her hands that had been lightly resting on her thighs until now, tensed ever so slightly at the thought of having nothing, nothing but darkness without end. It was not life. Existence, maybe. But not life at all.
He stared at her for a moment his brow knitted together as he scowled. "What would it take to undo this... An eternity of suffering for each and everyone of them for every pain that they inflicted on the marooned marines." he said to her. It might not have been the kindest thing to say but he wasn't sure if he had any kindness left in his heart, Only darkness and hatred.
She sat perfectly still for quite a few seconds, and then let out a soft breath.
"It is not my place to lecture you, Mr Chernienko, or impose my beliefs. However, logic alone suggest that no amount of additional suffering will return to life those who were killed."
She did not bother to point out that it was far more beneficial for her to be here, easing pain, than wherever those ... people … were, inflicting more.
It was the Vulcan way, not his.
"It is not my place to lecture you, Mr Chernienko, or impose my beliefs. However, logic alone suggest that no amount of additional suffering will return to life those who were killed."
She did not bother to point out that it was far more beneficial for her to be here, easing pain, than wherever those ... people … were, inflicting more.
It was the Vulcan way, not his.
"If you agree, I will call for the healer now so we may return you to the biobed. While the pain is suppressed, your injuries are still present and it would not do to leave you on the floor until your body temperature drops significantly."
Nikolai looked at her and then nodded trying to stand up on his own at first. His pain might have been suppressed as she said but this did nothing for that fact he was still badly wounded, he fell back groaning. He shook his head and looked up at her. He hated feeling this weak but he knew he really would need assistance back up onto the bed.
"It would seem you were right...Call the doctor if you please." he said to her through the pain in his body. It wasn't as bad thanks to her but it was still there.
"It would seem you were right...Call the doctor if you please." he said to her through the pain in his body. It wasn't as bad thanks to her but it was still there.
The young Vulcan simply nodded and then turned her face towards the door. No 0.9 seconds later, it opened and the healer who had been standing right outside in the still, contemplative way of his kind, strode in, giving the large human on the floor a long look.
"Ki'nam-tor navay-eh du, t'sai, ha."
"Yeht'aya."
He moved around to the Marine's other side, and nodded.
"Please attempt to relax as much as possible, Mr Chernienko."
"Ki'nam-tor navay-eh du, t'sai, ha."
"Yeht'aya."
He moved around to the Marine's other side, and nodded.
"Please attempt to relax as much as possible, Mr Chernienko."
It wasn't so much his weight as his sheer size that gave the two Vulcans a bit of trouble, considering they could hardly handle the injured Russian with anything but the utmost care. But after a few silent exchanges and brief calculations, they had him settled comfortably and the healer was taking some readings, which obviously proved rather acceptable.
"Your regular treatments will continue, and there are several of the medical staff working on new procedures to address your specific case." the doctor stated levelly, adjusting the biobed "However, I believe it would be beneficial to supplement with continued neuropressure, if the Lady Sakarra agrees."
The latter part of his sentence earned the healer a Look, which he returned with one of his usual half-bows.
The latter part of his sentence earned the healer a Look, which he returned with one of his usual half-bows.
"I should think that is for Mr Chernienko to decide, no?" Sakarra replied in the same, even tone but there was just a tinge of displeasure to it.
Nikolai looked between the two of them wondering what the underlying problem was. It was obviously something Vulcan and not something he would understand any time soon. After the hardness of the floor the Biobed was pure comfort and he looked at Sakarra once more. It had felt good to be freed of the constant pain but he had also seen what it had done to the young woman.
"If you do this will it once more cause you severe pain?" he asked her as gently as he could. He made the effort to put something other then pain and anger into his voice. "If it will then you must also agree to this Commander." he said to her watching the ancy doctor.
"I will feel what you feel, Mr Chernienko." the young woman explained levelly. "Therefore, if I return for a follow up treatment before the effect of this one has begun to wane, I will experience no more than minor discomfort. As your condition improves, we should be able to shift from mere pain management to actual cell regeneration as well, although I would like to caution you that any long term … commitment to neuropressure tends to bring with it … a great familiarity."
"I'm not sure what you mean by that Commander.." he said to her wondering about that statement. Sometimes Vulcans said one thing and it meant something compleatly different than what people thought. "However I agree to further treatments if we do it when the pain is still minor." he said to her. He might have mutinied against Rehu, he might have brutally murdered Harold and threatened the family of another scientist but he could still feel compassion for someone. Specially some one who was trying to assist him.
"Very well." Sakarra nodded calmly. How did one explain that for which there were no words? The eternal conundrum of the telepathic species.
"You are aware my species is most sensitive to touch, and telepathic, yes? Prolonged contact will inevitably result in an … exchange. Sensations, mostly, which is crucial for the treatment. However, even a trained Vulcan cannot maintain full mental shielding under such circumstances. I may not be able to block every thought that occurs to you, and you will have no defense against any thought I cannot shield. In essence, Mr Chernienko, depending on the length of your treatment we may get to know one another merely somewhat better, or in fact fairly well."
He raised an eyebrow at that and thought about it carefully. He hadn't let anyone get to know him fairly well since his beloved Arie was killed and now a complete stranger was going to possibly get full range into his mind and what was left of his tattered soul. He looked up at her and really looked at her. She was of course beautiful and carried herself with a elegance that a mere human could not achieve and in a different time and place he wouldn't have been opposed to asking her out.
He pondered for a time giving it a true consideration after that explanation, It was more intimate then he thought it was going to be. Did he have a right to force this upon her, this unwanted contact. He knew the answer was no but he also knew it was unlikely he could continue to bear the damage done to him much longer, even the strongest of Human bodies will fail after prolonged suffering.
Finely he made his decision and looked her in the eyes. "If you are willing to accept these side effects I would be as well. I have no objections to getting to know you better Commander, though as you say I can not shield my thoughts from you so allow me to apologize in advance for whatever you might find in there and know that it is not meant as offence to you." he said after a moment.
"Fa'hwak nam-t'hor n'hi." Sakarra inclined her head in agreement.
There was something about his tone of voice that suggested he had no desire for certain things to become known, and the young Vulcan could somewhat relate to that sentiment.
"Then the first thing you should know about me, Mr Chernienko, is that an advance apology is quite unnecessary. If you mean no offense, then I will know it to be so, and no words are required."
As he would possibly learn in time.
There was something about his tone of voice that suggested he had no desire for certain things to become known, and the young Vulcan could somewhat relate to that sentiment.
"Then the first thing you should know about me, Mr Chernienko, is that an advance apology is quite unnecessary. If you mean no offense, then I will know it to be so, and no words are required."
As he would possibly learn in time.
"I will leave you to rest. The healer will notify me if and when my presence is required again. Be well, Mr Chernienko."
With another polite nod, she pivoted around and walked to the door, in dire need of a quiet cup of tea. But even through her exhaustion she noticed the healer's perfectly elegant bow and favored him with yet another eloquently raised eyebrow.
With another polite nod, she pivoted around and walked to the door, in dire need of a quiet cup of tea. But even through her exhaustion she noticed the healer's perfectly elegant bow and favored him with yet another eloquently raised eyebrow.
Nikolai watched her leave and wondered about her. She was diffinatly unique in his experiences with Vulcans and with people in general. To willingly put herself though the hell he had felt just to help a stranger was something odd to him. He would do it of course because he was a Marine and that was what he was trained for, but she wasn't. He looked at the Doctor as Sakarra left the Sickbay and leaned back on the biobed trying to get as comfortable as his body would allow him
"This is an interesting woman Doctor, And I thank you for your brining her here." he said to him. He didn't often say thank you anymore not for many months, of course he had nothing to be thankful for in that hellish nightmare of a lab.
The Vulcan looked at his patient with a completely unmoved face, although he nodded in a polite, almost kind way.
"Indeed."
"Indeed."
[End Log]
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
Fa'hwak nam-t'hor n'hi.(anc.) - Lit. "So it shall be" - An affirmation, or agreement upon a course of action; in this form when addressing an equal (can be used towards a subordinate to whom one wishes to extend courtesy).
