Words of Wisdom

[Vilanne 0]

[Joint Log with the Admiral and the Chief Medical Officer]

 

There was blood.

 

There was blood Everywhere!

 

It was bad enough that the Admiral had an intense head wound, but he kept putting his hand up to it, as if it was going to stop bleeding, then would shake the bloody hand down towards the floor to shake the new drops off. They were splattering all over the side of his chair, the side of Sovak’s chair, and everywhere in between OPS and the command chairs. It looked as if there was a war on.

 

Dr. Chalice went through the mental checklist of available medical persons to respond to the bridge call, but found that everyone was working with someone, except herself. She left Dr. Jaz in charge and hurried to the turbolift. “Bridge - STAT” and the computer directed the turbolift not to stop after having been given the medical STAT command. Hardly 6 seconds went by when the doors swished back open, giving Vilanne a different view of the ship.

 

It hit her like a brick! The smell was overcoming before she even got fully off the turbolift, yet no one else was affected since they did not have such a well trained nose. That thick smell that makes you want to stop breathing in mid-breath, only her nose would know. She paused before finishing the step, or her breath, and glanced around. It was immediately clear the location of the Admiral. He wasn’t laid out on the floor, but was still sitting up in his chair, with his hand to his head.

 

She approached him quickly, not even announcing herself to the bridge. Her scanner was on and pointed in his direction before her feet even stepped directly in front of him. “Wow, Admiral, something really nailed ya here. Hate to be the other guy,” and continued her scans for a moment.

 

Atragon looked up as Vilanne approached and smiled to her, but it was a lopsided smile as his forehead was really stinging him now. The age-old tendency of ‘showing the doctor where it hurts’ made him bring his hand down to his lap and he noticed his hand was sticky with his blood. “Hey Doc, I’ve got a whopper of a headache, y’know? And I’m a bit light-headed. You got something for me?”

 

She placed a gauze like covering upon his gash. “Of course, we always have something special to take care of you, Admiral. Let’s go down to sickbay. You have a pretty good knot on your head here, and I want to get the swelling down and check some things.” She took couple steps back to see how he was going to move around.

 

A9 stood up slowly and his head started to spin, so he gripped the arm of his chair firmly to steady himself.

Noticing his balance wasn’t really what it usually is, Vilanne reached over and helped steady him. She motioned to security to come help get him moved. Speaking a little softer, so his condition wasn’t known to all, she whispered, “Sir, would you like a site-to-site, or do you think you can make it?” She continued to assess him, including his speech when he responded.

 

“I think I can walk there, but I would like to take it slow, if it’ all the same to you.”

 

Once they reached sickbay, the doctors joined Chalice in making the Admiral comfortable and fussed with him as well. One tended to his uniform, trying to get the blood off of it, another was cleaning his head wound, another regenerating the skin and taking down the swelling. Vilanne finally stood back and just watched her team work in harmony.

 

It was only a few minutes until the result of the head wound was cared for and Atragon was ordered to rest. “There isn’t much else we can do now, your headache should feel better. The bleeding has been contained, and the swelling is as far down as it’ll go until it has time to absorb the injection throughout the tissues. How are you feeling now, Sir?”

 

“I’m feeling much better, so much so, in fact, that I’d even argue with you over the order to ‘rest.’ To be honest, however, I think I will spend a little time down here and let the Bridge and Science take care of our latest puzzle for awhile.”

 

“Well, a little R&R never hurt anyone, even Admirals.” She turned to mark the chart with her orders, noting that he can have his privacy. “I will come check on you in an hour or so, Sir. We’ll have a fresh pot of coffee waiting for you.”

 

The nurses immediately read Chief Chalice’s orders entered into A9’s chart and they were off like the wind, to spread their little words of wisdom, especially with such a celebrity in their midst.