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A Mirror Shattered #173-175- "Evaluation times two"-={On}=- [Brig, deck 10, USS Pegasus] Medical officer Palmer had responded to Ryylar's call for medical attention needed in the brig. He headed over there as quickly as possible to see what the fuss was about. A patient drugged on chemicals. <That's odd.> he thought to himself <Never thought I'd find that aboard a starship.>. He greeted the security officers who had put the patient on the bed in the holding cell. She appeared to be unconscious. He grabbed the medical tricorder from his med kit and kneeled besides her. The tricorder beeped to indicate that her vital signs were unstable. Her breathing was weak and had the symptoms of an overdose of chemicals. "You should have taken her to sickbay instead of the brig!" Palmer almost snapped at the security officers. "We were ordered to take her here." one of them answered a bit sheepishly. "Very well." Palmer responded and tapped his combadge. =/\= Transporter room, two to beam directly to sickbay. =/\= The security officer made a move as if he wanted to protest againt Palmer's action. "She needs medical attention I can't offer here and she won't be going anywhere." Palmer explained while they disappeared in the blue shimmering light. [Sickbay, deck 6, USS Pegasus] Meanwhile in sickbay Russell analyzed the samples Ryylar had delivered to sickbay. Those samples had to do with the patient in the brig where Palmer was headed. They were hyposprays alright, but used for something different than medicinal use... narcotics. He found traces of heroin and cocaine in the canisters. <Nice combination> he thought with a frown. <Quite deadly in this amount> holding up the hypos against the light. Suddenly Palmer and his patient materialized in the middle of sickbay. Russell turned around and saw his medical officer sitting next to an unconscious girl. "I could use your help." Palmer asked Russell and indicated him to help lift her up onto a biobed. They carefully put her on the nearest biobed. "Report." Russell simply stated. "Scans indicated a severe overdose on chemicals. Her vital signs are unstable and her breathing is weak. I decided to bring her here immediately." Palmer answered. "Okay, get me 20 ccs of inaprovaline and 5 ccs of cortolin." Russell ordered his medical officer. "We need to stabilize her life signs." Palmer handed over the requested hypos. Russell injected them at her neck. She seemed to respond to the treatment immediately and slowly regained consciousness. Alyson came to eventually. All she remembered was....well...she didn't remember much at all, really. She remembered hypos, she remembered seeing Ryylar. She didn't remember much else. "Crap..." she moaned, and suddenly, she lurched over, no caring about much at this point, as vomit sprung out of her stomach. "Ew..." she groaned again, closing her eyes, wondering if round two would materialize. Miraculously, it didn't. "Sorry about that," she apologized as she sat back up. "What happened?" Russell had a stroke of luck and stood on the other side of the biobed. He recognized the sudden move his patient made and took a small step back. Palmer had to think fast and jumped aside to avoid being hit by the sudden flow of stomach contents. "Watch it!" he reacted knowing there wasn't much she could do about it. Russell looked at her and said "You took a bit too much of these." pointing at the hypo he still had in his hand. "But you filled them with chemicals like heroin and cocaine. An almost lethal dose." he frowned. "Yeah...the pixie dust..." Alyson mused. "Gimme," she said as she reached out for the hypospray. She needed some of it. "I don't think so." Russell replied and held the empty hypo out of her reach. "You'd better lay down. No more.... pixie dust, as you call it." As far as he was concerned there wasn't a chance in hell she'd get any. "But I need it!" Alyson objected quite loudly, and felt suddenly dizzy again. "On the other hand, maybe not... not right now..." she concluded as she lied down again. She still had some in her quarters. She'd have some then. That is...if she was discharged soon enough. "Not right now. Not ever I'd say! This stuff nearly killed you!" Russell replied in disbelief. She showed the signs of an addict. Craving to get a next shot of her 'medicine'. "Do you have more of this... pixie dust?" he asked already guessing her answer. Alyson shook her head. "Nope," she lied. She didn't want him to confiscate her stash. "I don't have any more of that." What she didn't realize however, in her state, was that she was a bad liar when she was under the influence. "I somehow doubt that." Russell said. "So there's no problem with me ordering a search of your quarters. They won't find any?" He wanted her to get rid of any remaining addicting chemicals and would prefer to have her give up any possible hidden stash. "Nope," she said, smiling meekly, shaking her head. "Not a single gram of it." Another thing she didn't realize; she didn't hide stuff very well either. They'd find it easily enough. "Very well." Russell said and looked at Palmer who had been cleaning up the mess she made waking up. "Would you go to her quarters with some guys from security and search the place for any suspicious looking hypos?" he asked Palmer. "I'm on it." Palmer replied and headed out of sickbay. "Just to make sure you're telling the truth, miss...." Russell said looking back at her. He suddenly realized he didn't know her name. "Cooper. Alyson Cooper," she replied. She had started shaking a little bit. Common withdrawal symptom. It was like that the last time she went into rehab. And if the doctor didn't let her have some of her drugs, it would be like that again. "Dr. Russell D. Floyd." he replied in his standard way. He noticed her shivering a bit. "The magic is wearing off, I guess." he said "How long have you been taking that stuff?" "Dunno...three years before rehab a couple of years ago...then stayed off it up until last week, when we went to Earth," she answered. There was a reason she didn't go planetside. Avoiding drugs was one of them. "Then you'll know what awaits you. The withdrawal symptoms you'll get from suddenly not receiving the chemicals. I guess they're not as severe from just one week of use as you probably had during rehab. I suggest I keep an eye on you until the symptoms wear off." Russell said. That way he could be sure she recovered physically. The craving would be there again as soon as an opportunity occurred. Alyson Cooper Yeoman/Barwench/Junkie USS Pegasus Lt. (JG) Dr. Russell D. Floyd Chief Medical Officer USS Pegasus "Never a dull moment in sickbay..." Medical Officer Palmer USS Pegasus (NPC by Russell) |
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