Mental Ward

Posted on Wed May 13th, 2020 @ 4:54pm by Captain Shran dh'Klar & Lieutenant Commander Deanna Celes & Commander Samantha Howard

Mission: Unto Darkness, Light
Location: USS Washington

Dr. Perim continued to scan and monitor both the captain and Celes, gathering as much data as possible but having little luck getting neurotransmitter level down beyond a certain point. She was happy the EMH had handled the treatment of the injured nurse and deactivated before Dr. Howard arrived, but that seemed to be the only bit of good news at the moment. Suddenly the doors to sickbay opened and Perim say Samantha Howard rush in. "So happy you are here doctor" said the truly relieved Trill physician.

Sam couldn't keep the shocked expression that fleeted across her face before her mask of professionalism schooled her features into something more appropriate.

"What the....no never mind - Tricorder!" She ordered as she strode towards Celes who was occupying the main biobed. Dr Perim seemed to be running a neurological scan when she got there. Out of the corner of her eye Sam spyed the Captain and one of her nurses occupying two of the other beds.

A tricorder was pushed into her hand, flipping it open was second nature. Taking information from both the small portable device as well as the main screen beyond the biobed Sam gathered something was VERY wrong with the chemistry in Celes' brain.

"Psilosynine levels are off the charts" she murmured to herself, trying to formulate a mental picture of what was going on. "Adrenalines up, dopamine is up and cortisol is nuts, looks like she was either terrified, or enraged" she glanced over at the Captain - who appeared outwardly to be in perfect health.

"What's the go with the Captain?" She asked Perim, who was reaching for a hypospray. "A neuro-inhibitor, and moderate tranquilizer" she replied to her glance before answering her question

"That wasn't what I asked!" Sam snapped, her aggressive reaction causing a look of shock from her staff. A tricorder was shoved in her face by Perim and Sam swatted it angrily away with her hand. " I don't have time for this!"

Perim was about to test a theory - on her boss.

He nearly injected Celes' with the chemical cocktail that would both reduce her rampaging stress levels, and dial down the crazy neurotransmitter levels. He kept one eye on Celes', and the other on his boss - who seemed to be calming.

"What was that?" Sam stepped back from the biobed with an expression of shock and shame.

Perim regarded her with a cautious expression "feeling more like yourself?"

" Yeah, that was mental...I felt as though I was caught up in a...tidal wave of anger" Sam breathed, shaking her head in disbelief.

" First the Captain, then you. My theory was Celes' psilosynine levels were so high her emotions were imprinted onto those around her. My symbiote protected me, and we used the EMH to...manage the Captain and poor Geoff over there" Sam's 2IC explained.

" Now to the real question - what's triggering Celes' brain chemistry to be so out of whack? Oh I better wake up the Captain..." Howard said to herself as she left Perim to monitor Celes and headed over to the Captain's bed, picking up a hypo on the way. She had no idea how he was going to react when he woke up. Taking a steadying breath she injected him in the next and took a step back in case he came up swinging.

Shran awoke suddenly, his eyes snapping open, obviously bloodshot. While he looked nearly normal, something was obviously wrong with him as his antennae remained rigidly upright. He virtually leaped up from his prone position out of the biobed behind Perim, wrapped his arms around the unsuspecting Trill and launched him into the air towards Samantha via a suplex like maneuver.

Again he took hold of Celes, his demeanor shifting to panic and concern, and once more he began to yell, "Deanna! Wake up! Don't let the bastards win! I'll get the doctor." He turned and starred at the medical staff, a look of confusion and disgust on his face. "Where are you keeping Samantha?" he shouted angrily. "Why won't you let her treat her. They are hurting her! Get Samantha! That's an order!"

Fear battled with the need to make things right in Sam's mind. Perim would be sporting a bruised body as well as ego tomorrow.

"Captain! We're treating Celes, No-ones hurting her, she's resting somewhat peacefully and will recover with some further treatment." Sam tried a soothing approach at first, her tone calm but in control of the situation.

Shran remained in his deranged state, showing paranoid and uncontrolled rage symptoms, lashing out towards anyone that came near, and being overly protective of Celes. He also began mumbling that was difficult to make out, "Purple poppies...snow...sleep...drink."

"Captain! Stop or I'll have you sedated again!" Sam ordered, the authority in her voice one that was very rarely heard. She brandished a loaded hypospray as of to emphasise her point. Whilst her own aggression had subsided with the beginning of Deanna's treatment, the Captain's obviously had not. There had to be something in his genetic makeup that was being triggered. She switched the hypo from a direct sedative to a mixture of a tranquiliser that would calm him, and a neural relaxant that would slow the rapid firing of his synaptic pathways. Either way she needed him to be compliant - of which he was current not.

"You are not the boss of me!" he exclaimed. "I command this ship pink skin! Not you, not that Trill, not those logic fanatical pointed eared monstrosities, me! We will have order! We will go down to the planet and get the flowers. You can't stop me. Nobody here can stop me!" Suddenly Shran rushed towards the door, and coincidentally the bulk of the medical staff.

Howard stepped forward as the Captain moved, blocking with her left arm and aiming with the hypospray with her right. She couldn't risk anymore harm coming to either her staff, or the Captain himself. There was a sickening crunch, and a hiss before the short scuffle was over. Pain flared in her forearm as her team warily eased the Captain back onto a biobed.

Shran remained conscious though was quite a bit more subdued with the administration of the hypospray. His mumbling became more pronounced, clarity to what was once just seemingly mad rantings from the Andorian. Over and again he began to say aloud, "The purple poppies smell lovely in the snow. When you smell them you sleep, but drinking them keeps the red guards away." And then perhaps something no one had seen before, tears slowly began trickling down his face as he looked towards Celes.

" Boss..." Perim stepped forward with a tricorder, running a quick scan to make sure the medications were working within the Andorian's system, then turning to his direct superior.

" Simple fracture... let's get it fixed so we can figure out what the hell is going on here" He said with wry grin. A hypo and a few minutes with the bone knitter and the job was more or less done.

" Thanks" Sam experimentally flexed her wrist and was pleased to only feel mild discomfort. " Now - onto the real problem"

Suddenly Shran sat up in his biobed and screamed, "You must get the purple poppies! They are coming! The Red Guards! They fear the poppies!"