Little accidents (backpost)

Posted on Tue Mar 28th, 2023 @ 1:51pm by Lieutenant Commander Isabelle Savette & Lieutenant Kell Asaa Dr

985 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: Investigate the Chintoka Shipyard Buildup
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: Prior to the away mission

Having moved offices to the Chief Counsellor’s Office Isabelle had been unpacking one of her potted plants, not having realised that the pot was damaged during transfer. Walking into Sickbay she cradled her hand which was wrapped in a small cloth, having cut it pretty deeply on the broken terracotta pot.

She noticed the CMO she'd saw briefly at the conference room earlier. The chaos of the sickbay with patients in residence looked busy enough, but for a betazoid, it was all the more of an assault of strong thoughts and emotions running wild.

Kell noticed another visitor enter, and from the stained cloth wrapped around one hand, it was someone who needed her attention. She'd been doing triage for a team that had breeched a live conduit and had just finished pairing up patients with the appropriate medical personnel, so she was watching for anyone else arriving.

Stepping in the red-head's direction, she smiled. "I believe I saw you in the briefing earlier? What have you brought me to look at today?" She gingerly extended her hands forward, but without touching her just yet.

Isabelle gently held out her covered hand, trying to ignore the assault on her senses from those other patients around her. “The silliest of things, I cut my hand pretty deeply on a broken terracotta plant pot. I was trying to unbox some packed plants of mine, I didn’t realise the pot was broken until it was too late.”

Kell nodded. "No worries. I can get you fixed up spit spot. Follow me." She turns and waves her through a doorway. Stepping through herself she keyed the door to close and Isabelle noticed the barrage on her senses ease.

"If my office systems are working properly, you should feel a little less on edge... I hope." Kell motioned her hand towards a compact biobed, instructing her to sit and relax as she cops a squat on a rolly stool and cautiously approaches.

Isabelle breathed a sigh of relief. “That’s much better, thank you.” She nodded. “It takes me a while to adjust to the number of minds in new places. It can be quite overwhelming sometimes.”

"I can only imagine. No doubt it's somewhat worse in sickbay, a less-than-optimum condition for most people, higher levels of stress?"

The Doc carefully peels back the cloth, extending a narrow shelf from the biobed for her to lay her forearm on and proceeds to cleanse the wound, lessening the discomfort.

Isabelle nodded. “Sickbay is a place I’ve spent a lot of time, not just as a therapist, but as a patient as well. It’s extremely stressful having my abilities permanently switched on.”

"What are you taking or doing to control it when it threatens to overwhelm you? I understand some options, to be sure, and especially when I was studying records for all the Betazoids in our crew... It must give you some handy insight when you meet with others for your office?" Kell continued her ministrations, effecting a clean wound and closure with the distraction of conversation.

“I spent years learning control, learning to dull the voices so they became background noise.” Isabelle paused. “The training was gruelling, but it works to a point. If I need to I use a neural inhibitor that I keep in my quarters, it’s set to my specific requirements so that I can tone down in the input. As any Betazoid will tell you, being without the voices altogether makes you feel lost, and alone.”

Kell nodded, looking at Isabelle's face to gauge her stress and pain level. "I do have the equipment to individualize an inhibitor if something should happen to yours, or it needs adjustment. The filter on my office only dampens the inputs, so yes, I was hoping to avoid you feeling isolated if cut off totally. I'm glad that worked out as planned.

"I've noticed that most of my patients from Betazed actually avoid coming here unless it's absolutely necessary, so perhaps this option will ease their... reluctance, to visiting. And I'm not adverse to making a house call, I have a couple of patients that I go see when they need something. We do have quite the melting pot of species aboard the Blackeagle."

And with that Kell leans back, giving Isabelle some space as she holds her palm out towards the injured hand, now with some fresh dermal. "Go easy with that for today, just in case, but you should be back to normal pretty quick. And maybe, check the rest of those pots before you start moving them around? If you need any help, just let me know..." She smiles as she hopes Isabelle feels a bit better for her new assignment.

Isabelle nodded and smiled, “Thats much better, thank you. Actually if you could arrange for a new inhibitor for me that would be great. Mine is a fair few years old, it’s not as good as it used to be. I’ve tended to avoid bringing it in for repair or replacement for the very reasons you said, but this is much more comfortable.”

Kell smiled, "Consider it done! I'll get it squared away and then we'll have to get together to fine tune it to your particular patterns." She giggled. "But, you already know that part. It's a small ship, so we'll be seeing each other."

Isabelle nodded and smiled. “Indeed, on a ship this size you can’t really avoid anyone. Same goes for a lot of Starships. It’s not like you can walk outside!”

"Well, you can, but it's certainly not as comfortable as inside!" Kell chuckled a little at her own joke.

“Very true!” Isabelle grinned. “Thank you for all your help, I do appreciate it.”

Kell nods and smiles. "Please come visit, anytime... But don't get injured just because... my door is always open!"

 

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