"Medical Conspiracy?"
Previous was: "Excessive Medical Care"
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Startdate: 60341.0945
Susan was certain she had never felt so afraid in her whole life. It was one thing facing an enemy you knew about… but quite another when the enemy was unknown. Like the shadows in her bedroom at night, Susan was beginning to picture all the terrors that she could be afflicted with. Had the probe fired something toxic? Or something that had altered her brainwaves? What if the whole bridge of the HATHOR had been destroyed and she was the sole survivor… no. no. That didn’t make sense. Derek had been there. In sickbay. He had also been on the bridge when she had. She felt herself relax a little. Still… if what Lea had said was true. About there being nothing wrong with her… why was she currently being escorted through the ANUBIS’s familiar corridors and not simply resting on her bed back on the HATHOR?
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Ens. Halliwell was waiting for Susan to arrive in the Sickbay. She was frightened that the injury was worse than any trauma she'd ever have treated. But, she knew it wasn't very dangerous because she remembered back when she still was a little girl. She was up in a big oak tree and eventually fell. She got brought into the hospital straight away but it was nothing serious.
Finally Ens. Mei got brought into the Sickbay. She looked a bit dizzy.
"Hello Susan, please have a seat."
Susan looked at her and nodded slowly.
"How are you doing?" Liz asked talking slowly as Susan might of had a bit of an confusion because of the fall.
"I remember how I got into this state." Susan said slowly and quietly. Did she really remember? How would she know if some of her memory had been wiped by the fall?
"Well, don't worry okay? You're going to make a full recovery." Elizabeth said and smiled.
"Thank you Liz." Susan muttered smiling back.
"I'm going to run a few scans." Doctor Halliwell said while walking to the equipment to get a tricorder.
The doctor was monitoring the status of Susan to make sure she didn't act differently because of the trauma.
Susan was looking around, it seemed she was thinking deeply. In truth, she was trying to stop herself from thinking. Thinking would only make the tension worse. It would make her ask questions like, **will Elizabeth tell me the truth about what is wrong with me?**
"Well it seems your injury is thankfully if I might add, not too serious." Liz explained to Susan.
"So do I have to stay here for the night?" The injured ensign said looking up to the Doctor. It was the logical response. But it was also a small test on her part. If the injury wasn't serious, then they would let her go right? Right?
"Even though the scans say you're fine, I'd still like to monitor your behaviour, just in case." Halliwell said putting her tricorder away.
Susan swallowed. Right. Perfectly logical. She was here. On the ANUBIS. In sickbay. With nothing wrong with her. And they wanted her to stay the night. Had it been any other time, she would well have accepted this. It was, after all, a perfectly normal thing to request. But. And this was where her own psyche betrayed her, **what if…**
"You should get some sleep, you'll feel better when you wake up." Elizabeth recommend to Susan.
"Ok Doctor." Susan muttered and lay down on the Medical Bed. **Just let her do her job,** and she *was* tired. Actually she was very tired… As she rested her head, she listened to Elizabeth calling Lea. Maybe it *had* just been a case of a concerned friend over reacting…
=/\= Ens. Halliwell to Lt. Summers. =/\=
=/\= Yes, is Susan alright? =/\=
=/\= She's going to be fine, I'm keeping her for the night though to monitor her behaviour, she's sleeping at the moment. =/\=
=/\= Okay, take good care of her. Summers out. =/\=
Ens Halliwell who had a habit of staring a lot, stared a Susan who was sleeping. "Your going to be fine." Elizabeth said to herself which was strange because she only did that when she was talking to an imaginary friend.
Susan's eyes were closed. But she wasn't sleeping. And at that her mind jumped. **Going to be!!!?**
She tried to slow her breathing and calm herself down. Well then it was alright then wasn't it? If she *did* have something wrong with her that they didn’t have the heart to tell her about, then they could fix it while she slept…
Never having personally fallen from a tree (due to the fact that her over-protective father had never let her even climb trees because he feared such an occurrence), Susan really had nothing to relate to when it came to head injuries. To her she may have been experiencing a sever headache, or she may have been dying. It was all one and the same really… she wondered if sleeping was a good idea.
She had heard that you weren't supposed to sleep if you had a concussion. But then again… Elizabeth was the person who knew all that stuff and she had *suggested* it hadn't she?
Despite her doubts, Susan felt her mind drifting slowly away from the land of the living (which was probably not the best expression to use at this current time)…
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Elizabeth Saint
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Tallulah Habib {thabib@eject.co.za} 2006 post #053
Setting: USS ANUBIS, Corridor
Startdate: 60341.0950
Setting: USS ANUBIS, Sickbay
Brought to you by:
Ensign Elizabeth Halliwell
Chief Medical Officer (aCMO)
USS ANUBIS
Ensign Susan Mei
Head Counselor
USS ANUBIS
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"Life is mostly froth and bubble,
Two things stand like stone,
Kindness in another's trouble,
Courage in your own." - Adam Lindsay Gordon
