[USS Charon, Main Sickbay]
Sakarra blinked away the aftereffects of this … unplanned physical contact and the healer swiftly approached, medical tricorder in hand. To the young woman's mild annoyance, he pointed it at her first.
"That was unwise, t'sai." he murmured, radiating disapproval, but he had no reason to dispute her logic and he knew it. Slightly aggravating her own injuries had been a lesser risk than allowing the healer to pull the human away, possibly doing irreparable damage.
"That was unwise, t'sai." he murmured, radiating disapproval, but he had no reason to dispute her logic and he knew it. Slightly aggravating her own injuries had been a lesser risk than allowing the healer to pull the human away, possibly doing irreparable damage.
Ignoring the positively fussing healer, the young Vulcan let her level gaze rest on the man's blue eyes.
"That is, as humans say, 'a long story', Mr …"
"Chernienko." the doctor provided helpfully while the disapproval increased another degree at what he saw on the tricorder.
"Indeed." Sakarra quirked a brow, repressing the urge to make a rather dry comment. "You are on the Charon, and your injuries are being treated, Mr Chernienko. I would therefore appreciate it if you would refrain from attacking any other crewmember."
"That is, as humans say, 'a long story', Mr …"
"Chernienko." the doctor provided helpfully while the disapproval increased another degree at what he saw on the tricorder.
"Indeed." Sakarra quirked a brow, repressing the urge to make a rather dry comment. "You are on the Charon, and your injuries are being treated, Mr Chernienko. I would therefore appreciate it if you would refrain from attacking any other crewmember."
A strange look passed over his face as she said the name Charon. It sparked a memory and diffinatly not a pleasant one he coughed a bit more still laying on his back on the floor of the sickbay. "The Charon...." he said and thought about it a few moments. "Rehu...she's gone?" he knew there was no way possible that the vile Romulan fiend would have came back to stop what she had allowed to happen with the prisoners.
He looked at the annoyance on the doctors face and then it dawned on him that he had just tried to kill one of them and leaned up as best he could so he could look better on the Vulcan he said, "I apologize.. I thought...." he shook his head not even mentioning Neodynes name.
"You were obviously unaware of the altered circumstances." Sakarra stated reasonably.
"Ohassu. A'cit, sanu, 'eh masu." Although he was positively frowning now from a Vulcan's point of view, the healer obliged the young woman's request. After all, he had asked her here and he was grateful she did not consider this .. incident .. sufficient reason to decline further assistance.
A clean cloth wiped the blood from the human's face, after the doctor had offered Sakarra the water with yet another deeply courteous bow.
"Istau du fun-tor ish-veh has-a'sim'tor, ha."
"R'hi. Dungau glator." the young woman shook her head slightly. Considering the size of this man, it would be pointless to lift him back up just yet. At least, until she knew for certain he did not wish her to attempt some immediate treatment, if only as a temporary measure. Quite ironic, that he should have maneuvered himself into this position.
Sakarra took another sip of the water to calm her throat, but there was an air of mild humor about her. Considering what they all had been through, this was little more than a sneeze by comparison.
"Ohassu. A'cit, sanu, 'eh masu." Although he was positively frowning now from a Vulcan's point of view, the healer obliged the young woman's request. After all, he had asked her here and he was grateful she did not consider this .. incident .. sufficient reason to decline further assistance.
A clean cloth wiped the blood from the human's face, after the doctor had offered Sakarra the water with yet another deeply courteous bow.
"Istau du fun-tor ish-veh has-a'sim'tor, ha."
"R'hi. Dungau glator." the young woman shook her head slightly. Considering the size of this man, it would be pointless to lift him back up just yet. At least, until she knew for certain he did not wish her to attempt some immediate treatment, if only as a temporary measure. Quite ironic, that he should have maneuvered himself into this position.
Sakarra took another sip of the water to calm her throat, but there was an air of mild humor about her. Considering what they all had been through, this was little more than a sneeze by comparison.
"The Charon, yes." she finally said, resisting the urge to rub her neck.
"And please do not attempt to sit up." she placed a small hand on the human's chest, kindly but firmly pushing him back down when he tried for the second time to struggle up "You will only cause further damage to yourself. If you wish to be returned to the biobed, the healer and I will assist. However, the reason I am here is that I have been asked to provide additional treatment, which would in fact be easiest applied in your current … position." there was definitely a flicker of humor in her black eyes now, although her face was perfectly serene.
"I understand however that this may all be somewhat overwhelming. If you would prefer to rest…"
"And please do not attempt to sit up." she placed a small hand on the human's chest, kindly but firmly pushing him back down when he tried for the second time to struggle up "You will only cause further damage to yourself. If you wish to be returned to the biobed, the healer and I will assist. However, the reason I am here is that I have been asked to provide additional treatment, which would in fact be easiest applied in your current … position." there was definitely a flicker of humor in her black eyes now, although her face was perfectly serene.
"I understand however that this may all be somewhat overwhelming. If you would prefer to rest…"
Nikolai was still slightly delirious from his strange encounter with the Vulcan woman. As the doctor scanned him he would notice that Marines pain receptors were stuck on open on the maximum end of the spectrum. By all rights Nikolai should be curled in a little ball howling in pain but the man kept trying to fight it off. His face told the story of the pain though now that his eyes came back to rationality.
He tried again to raise up but Sakkara held him down so that he wouldn't injure himself further. "What is the treatment your talking about tovarish?" he said to her still slightly dizzy. He finally allowed himself to relax on the floor in the position where he lay.
"The pain medications you have been given are not taking effect as they should, Mr Chernienko. The healer has therefore suggested a more direct approach, interrupting the pain signal from reaching your brain through Vulcan neuropressure. Please understand however that this would only be a temporary measure and it would require … physical contact."
He was obviously in severe distress, and Sakarra did her best to be brief. Especially since the healer's eyes clearly stated his earlier opinion, that under such circumstances one could proceed without consent, and she had no desire to ... debate again.
He was obviously in severe distress, and Sakarra did her best to be brief. Especially since the healer's eyes clearly stated his earlier opinion, that under such circumstances one could proceed without consent, and she had no desire to ... debate again.
Nikolai gritted his teeth nearly to the point of breaking them as another wave of the pain echoed to the core of him. He refused to let out a cry of pain and the effort of the keeping the pain out caused sweat to break out on his brow. He listed to the woman as she explained what they were offering. The last people to touch him where the scientists in the Neodyne lab.
Through panting breath he tried to speak but his voice was lost in the agony in his body. However after a moment he looked into her eyes and spoke. "What do you mean physical contact?" he asked through clenched teeth. As he spoke his eyes nearly rolled back in his head and his finger nails gripped deep into his clenched hands making little halfmoon wounds.
If the man were not so openly apprehensive, Sakarra just might have thrown ethical concerns out of the airlock at this point. Vulcan equanimity aside, it was exceedingly difficult to see such suffering and not wish with every fiber to do something about it. Especially when you knew you could.
Breathing slowly and deliberately, she sternly reminded herself there were reasons for those rules and one of those reasons, if not the main one, was that it would hardly do to exchange mental distress for physical suffering.
"What I mean, Mr Chernienko." the young Vulcan said with as much calm as she could muster "Is this." she slowly moved from her position by his side to right behind his head, making sure he was aware of her every move and not startled by any sudden motion. With the same slow grace she extended her hands and let them hover mere millimeters above his collarbones. "The application of pressure to certain areas of the body can influence nearly every function one wishes to address. I have no wish to cause you discomfort, Mr Chernienko. However, there would seem to be no other logical course of action. Will you allow me to assist?"
Nikolai watched her come closer to him and hover her hands near him. He wanted to reach out and grab her to protect himself but he felt no danger from the Vulcan woman. He didn't want to endure this pain anymore, whatever neodyne had done to him was a constant agony. He looked her over and then the doctor behind her. He seemed fidgety for a Vulcan, there was almost an expression on his face in fact. "I... Agree ... Do what you can." he said after a moment of contemplation.
"Sh'atrasha'voh." Sakarra said with a brief tilt of her head in the healer's direction, and he knew by the echo of her voice that the t'sai expected him to comply. Grudgingly, he did so and retreated towards the door, hesitating once more. The marine had already proven that even in his current state he could inflict harm. Another brief Look spelled 'Do not make me ask again' and he bowed, stepping outside. Still, Sakarra knew full well he would be hovering near that door until something required his presence. Be it to help a patient back onto a biobed or prevent a tragedy.
"You must forgive the healer." the young woman stated mildly while bracing herself for the physical contact, breathing steadily "It would appear he is concerned for my well being, illogical as that may sound."
With the lightness of a falling feather, her fingertips came to rest against the tall human's shoulders, covered with the loose sickbay shirt, and then slowly moved towards the neck, where she would find the first and most important pressure points.
"Please attempt to remain as still as…" she didn't get to finish the sentence. As soon as his pain came soaring through her even only lightly lowered mental shields, the young woman nearly lost her composure. She might have made a sound, she did not know, because at the moment it was difficult enough not to fall over, right into the man she was attempting to help.
That was ... quite more than she had expected.
With the lightness of a falling feather, her fingertips came to rest against the tall human's shoulders, covered with the loose sickbay shirt, and then slowly moved towards the neck, where she would find the first and most important pressure points.
"Please attempt to remain as still as…" she didn't get to finish the sentence. As soon as his pain came soaring through her even only lightly lowered mental shields, the young woman nearly lost her composure. She might have made a sound, she did not know, because at the moment it was difficult enough not to fall over, right into the man she was attempting to help.
That was ... quite more than she had expected.
"I do not blame him, I hurt you pretty badly." he said through his teeth once more to the woman. He couldn't remember if she had stated her name or not only that she offered help. Nikolai groaned as the woman touched him ever so lightly, the nanites had down extensive work on his body.
With great strain he lifted his hand and caught the girl on the shoulder as best as he could to stabilize her. The pain was all encompassing to him but he was a Marine, trained to but other's needs before his own. His arm slowly slid back down to the floor where they lay after making sure she had her balanced. It was all he could do to stay conscious after the exertion.
With great strain he lifted his hand and caught the girl on the shoulder as best as he could to stabilize her. The pain was all encompassing to him but he was a Marine, trained to but other's needs before his own. His arm slowly slid back down to the floor where they lay after making sure she had her balanced. It was all he could do to stay conscious after the exertion.
[To be Continued ...]
Lieutenant Commander Sakarra Tyrax
Chief Helmsman and Acting Executive Officer
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Marine Captain Nikolai Chernienko
Platoon Leader
Chief Helmsman and Acting Executive Officer
&
Marine Captain Nikolai Chernienko
Platoon Leader
USS Charon
