More Injuries, Somewhere Else

Posted on Mon 26th Jan, 2026 @ 1:05am by Commander Damion Ildaran
Edited on on Mon 26th Jan, 2026 @ 1:08am

619 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: [MAIN] From The Ashes
Location: Main Sickbay, Starbase 80
Timeline: Immediately after "Disappearing Act"

When Sevrek left the debriefing room, Damion forced himself to eat his pieces of apple and drank more of the iced water. He sat back down to await the Vulcan's return. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and he closed his eyes for just a moment. Damion realized he had dozed off yet again when the sound of the debriefing room door hissing open awoke him. He straightened in his chair, relieved to see Lt. Cmdr. Seveek walking back in.

"Lieutenant, they're ready for you in Sickbay. I'll accompany you there," Sevrek said. "Can you stand?"

What a ridiculous question, Damion thought--until he got up to stand and realized how wobbly his legs felt and how much his side throbbed. He took a moment to center himself and straightened to stand upright. "Now I can," he said. "Let's go." Sevrek collected his bag because Damion had completely forgotten about it, and they left the debriefing room.

Fortunately, the ride to Sickbay in the turbolift was short. They walked into the lobby, and Damion fervently hoped all the medical technic was not also a century old.

A Betazoid physician hurried to them. "You, sir, should have seen a medic a while ago," she said, walking directly to Damion and all but shaking an index finger in his face. "I'm Dr. Lessi." She pulled out a medscanner and listened as it whistled and whined. "Hm. Bruised spleen, badly bruised liver, some cracked ribs. You took quite a pummeling. Thank you, Commander Sevrek; we'll take it from here," she said to the Vulcan. "He'll be in here for a few days; those injuries won't heal overnight."

"Thank you for your help, sir," Damion said to Sevrek, "I'll report back down there once they release me."

"I'll have the paperwork ready for you, Lieutenant," Sevrek replied. "Recover well."

He left, and Damion settled himself onto a scarily ancient biobed and let it scan him.

Dr. Lessi shook her head as the scans generated. "Your liver enzymes are sky-high, and your hematocrit's low," she said. "Your blood pressure is also extremely high for your species. When was your last meal?"

Damion tried to think. "Uh, about 10-15 minutes ago. An apple and some water. I haven't felt much like eating."

"You think?" Dr. Lessi frowned slightly. "Not nearly as bad a choice as it could have been," she concluded. "You're to receive IV nourishment only, until we can get your enzymes and hematocrit under control. Do you have any known drug allergies?"

"That's not in my medical records?" Damion queried. "No, I don't."

"I always like to ask," Dr. Lessi said. "From one to 10, how bad is your pain? One feels barely worth mentioning, and 10 is so bad you can't think through it."

"Eight," Damion said. "Nine if someone runs into me. I thought I was going to die in the Food Court."

"Mm. That would have inconvenienced me. Any itching?"

"A little," Damion said. "I can't think where I could've run across poison ivy."

"It's a symptom of liver damage," Dr. Lessi told him. "It'll go away once your liver heals."

Damion gave a vague nod. "Oh, good. I've been trying not to scratch my arms for a while, now."

"Does that have something to do with the fact that you aren't actually a Trill?"

"Yeah. I can't see a doctor." Damion gave Dr. Lessi a confused look. "I mean..." He shook his head. "I don't know what I mean."

"You mean you're very sick right now, and you need some rest." Dr. Lessi pressed a hypospray against Damion's upper arm.

He heard the hiss and felt the medication going in.

"Get some sleep, Lieutenant; you'll be here for a while."

 

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