OOC Time: Fri Jun 22 21:47:44 2007
Earth Time: May 06 03:04:18 2376
Star Time: 53342.8 06:31:52
Main Sickbay <Deck 16> [Gibraltar Station]
The Main Patient Ward of Sickbay is an ovular room, wider at the aft than at the fore. The main door is in the aft wall, and directly to its right is a wall unit with receptacle for PADDs and a low counter upon which are arrayed fluid suspension modules. Against the starboard wall, next to the counter and receptacle, is the first of four biobeds, each in its own tiny alcove, heads to starboard, one by one to the aft wall. The biobeds are bluish gray, with a shimmering multicolored blanket on each which can keep a patient warm when necessary. At the head of each bed is a small monitor and a gray chair sits to the left, or aft, of each bed. To port of the main door is a large white display panel, beneath which is a counter supporting a variety of medical instruments. In the center of the room is a single biobed, bluish gray like the others, with that same blanket, but boasting a surgical support frame that creates an arch over the middle of the bed. The frame can be opened to allow patients to be moved if need be. Port, there is an alcove leading to an office and the Med Lab. Fore of this is a large bio display which can show the readouts of any patient in the ward. Fore again, there is a door leading to the Second Ward, next to which is a small utility cart and another counter with fluid suspension modules beneath a wall receptacle. The room is lit both by a large assembly over the central bed, which is in actually a sensor cluster meant to aid medical procedures, and also by lighting panels in the rest of the ceiling. Alert tracers line the wall above each biobed.
(Gamma Shift is typically pretty slow, as the bulk of the civilians and Starfleet folk are on Alpha or Beta--hence the bulk of the injuries. There's just two patients at the moment--one on a routine physical, and another that's just come into Sickbay and is babbling at--and clearly confusing--a nurse.)
Omtala looks up from her desk at the scene unfolding through the glass. Her wonderfully commanding view of Sickbay is marred by the disturbance and she sighs inwardly. "So much for well oiled machines." She gets up from her desk and moves to the doorway, bringing the door to slide open. There she stands listening casually to the exchange.
It's a blueshirt Lieutenant, who's waving wildly at the nurse. "Don't talk about me like that! I'm not crazy, I'm telling you, something's wrong!"
The nurse says calmly, "Please, calm down, no one thinks you're crazy let's just get some scans..."The man shakes his head, backs away. "Nuh-huh, I'm not letting you sedate me!"
Omtala approaches the pair, her eyes calmly sweeping over the man. "No one needs to sedate you to give you a bioscan." She offers soothingly. "All you have to do is lie down on a biobed and take a deep breath. If you like, I can even handle it myself." Personal treatment by the chief medical officer no less. "Thank you, Janine." She smiles at the nurse as she takes charge of the situation.
The man points at the nurse. "She said she was gonna sedate me." He sighs. "But... alright, doctor. Thank you." He goes to the biobed and lies back.
Omtala activates the biobed and waits for the medical scanners to take their readings. "So while we wait, why don't you tell me what you think is the matter." She stands at the side of the biobed with a patient expression on her face as she regards the lieutenant.
"I'm... hearing things. Things people say. But they're not saying them out loud." The Lieutenant frowns. "I don't think I'm crazy, but maybe I am..."
Omtala nods. "Have you ever thought you might be telepathic? You wouldn't be the first person on this station to come into psychic abilities of late. Psionic latency is rare but it has happened. I'm not saying that's definitely the case but its possible." Pausing, she glances to the displays. "What are they saying? Just give me a for instance."
The Lieutenant shrugs. "Different things. That nurse said I was crazy and should be sedated. No one in my family's ever had this. I'm 40 years old, doctor. There's never been any signs... I got tested when I was a kid, and... nothing."
Omtala glances to where Janine wandered off to then back to the lieutenant. "The nurse is not a qualified psychiatrist so I'd hardly take her word for it, Lieutenant. As for genetics... there could be any number of reasons. For instance, have you been EVA quite a bit? Monitored high radiation phenomenon? Been on an away mission observing the Maelstrom?" She looks back to the Terran. "You do have elevated neurotransmitter levels but that could just be because you're excited right now. What's your name?"
The man shakes his head. "I just work in the lab, here. My name's Malcolm Hawthorn." He sighs, takes a deep breath, tries to relax.
Omtala nods thoughtfully. "I understand that sciences had some experiments damaged by recent events. Could you list any of those that might have harmful side effects? For instance were you party to the cleanup?"
The man shakes his head in reply. "I don't work with anything like that. I'm an anthropologist. Mostly, I'm working with research papers, going over reports from exploratory missions, processing data from digs. Things like that. We have some new pieces in from the USS Montgomery, but I haven't had a chance to get near any of them. It all got handed off to some other team."
Omtala hmms, going to get a stool and seating herself. "How do you feel now? Hearing anything? I'm going to think something. You tell me what you think I'm thinking."
Omtala thinks, "Vulcans are truly passionate, no matter how bottled they keep it up. Fakers the lot of them."
The man says, "You think Vulcans are fakers and are actually passionate. You're pretty much right about that, you know."
Omtala smirks. "Maybe. But you might want to consider having a chat with the counselor. I don't see anything immediately wrong with you but that's not to say I don't want to monitor you. See if you can't make an appointment with him for tomorrow and come to see me the day after. I'll do a comparative scan and see if we can nail down any changes. Fair?"
The man nods and reaches out to grasp the doctor's arm, if that's possible. "Thank you, Doctor... I've really been confused..."
Omtala doesn't object to the contact, smiling to the man. "Not a problem, its what we're here for. Just be sure to talk to the counselor alright?" She gets up and moves the stool back against the wall. "If you need me, I'll be in my office." She starts for it, frowns thoughtfully, then continues to it. She sits in her chair and spins 360 before kicking her feet up onto her desk.