Bedtime for Bonzo

 Episode Name:  Bedtime for Bonzo

   Written By:  Spider

         Cast:  Albertz, Anu, Caeli, Darax, Gellan, Gr'laH, Malloy, Nevaren, 
                Ora'thras, Park, Poole, Spider and Vala.

  Produced By:  Starfleet

  Directed By:  Spider

     Aired On:  Wed Aug 20 22:31:49 2003

     Stardate:  53449.8

Time: Wed Aug 20 14:47:15 2003

Stardate: 53449.0

Vala arrives from the mall, the infirmary's outer transparent aluminum doors sliding silently closed behind her.

Vala has arrived.

Gellan grins at Gr'laH, letting her hand remain captured as it were. "Definately good news. I heard she has been named already, as well?" She leans a hip against the biobed. "I knew you would pull through it, too." Ok, she lies, badly probably. "It is not your time to go. So. How do you feel?"

Albertz moves about the infirmary, giving all the gear a once over before 'officially' starting his shift. Satisfied that everything is in good working order, he plops himself down in front of one of the research terminal. A few taps on the console and he starts a ream of data scrolling across the display.

Vala casually enters the infirmary, she glances around before heading over to Gr'laH's biobed

"Of course she has been named! The name was chosen before the gender was known for certain. If it was to be a boy, they were to name it Nathaniel, son of Nathan. Nathan wanted to name the boy Nathan. But Nathan son of Nathan is absurd." Gr'laH shakes his head grouchily, still annoyed with his son-in-law over that one. "But! My Churas is carrying a Gharas! After my wife her mother! She is strong. Kicks like a razorbacked targh in mating season! She will make an excellent student of Mok'bara. With such ferocious little fists as babies have." Gr'laH trails away into a soft bit of chuckling which ends in a rasping cough and subsequently a protracted groan. "Ahhh. I feel as though an assassin stabbed me twice and left me for dead. As though I've had people up to their elbows in my internal organs. As though I have been pumped full of more blood than I lost. I feel like a one-armed sausage poked by several forks. Better now, however."

Darax more shuffles than walks into the infirmary. In his arms he carries a small Bolian child, who has curled himself as into and around the ensign as he can. Neither of them look particularly good. The adult Bolian looks flushed, his skin is a darker blue than normally is seen on his species. His eyes droop, his breathing is a little laboured. All in all, he just looks crappy. Ora'thras doesn't look much better. He just has the advantage of currently being asleep.

Vala says to Gr'laH, "Good afternoon Ambassador. It's nice to hear that you are getting better. So how are you doing today?"

Directly behind comes Anu, also bearing a sleeping Bolian child, this one a girl, and a trifle larger than her brother. The human bearing her to the infirmary, however, does not look sick with illness... just with worry. Her skin is paler than usual, a wan look to her, eyes shadowed with lost sleep. One hand gently brushes back over Gilleana's head again and again, a gentle and smoothing motion turned nearly automatic in her distracted concern.

Gilleana seems the better of the two children. She rubs at her ears constantly and fusses against her mother, but she's conscious and whiny, which, really, is a good sign. Her skin is flushed, and she's sweating with obvious fever, her clothing dewed to her skin, though not yet truly stuck to it with wetness. Ora'thras, on the other hand, has the sweating that his sister has, but his skin is paler than normal, rather than flushed and a series of tell-tale navy-blue spots is scattered over his skin.

. o O Gr'laH grows rather instantly concerned at seeing the Daraxes file in, moreso at the state of the children. Forget about assassins and stab wounds, those kids have the measels!

Gellan grins down at Gr'laH, a rather warm grin, finding amusement in his words. She glances aside as Vala comes up to speak with him, nodding a greeting to the doctor. And then her smile fades into dismay, at the sight of sick children. "Oh no..."

He does not sniffle, but when Darax speaks, his voice is thick and his speach is a little slower. "It would appear," he does manage to keep his calm and pleasant tone for the most part. "That myself and my children have contracted some sort of illness." Without waiting to be told to do so, he begins to shuffle over towards a biobed. "I want to make sure my children are alright." He does as much sound concern as radiate it. Especially at the mention of his children.

Albertz looks up from his work, attention piqued by Vala's greeting. He opens his mouth, readying to greet the doctor but he stops short when he sees the family enter the infirmary. "Oh my..." his words spoken more out of gentle sympathy than shock or dismay. "Aye. I'd say that your family has come down wi' a case or Arxhet." The nurse rises from his terminal and makes his way over to the biobed, "How long have the three of you been exhibiting symptoms?"

Gr'laH peers across the infirmary at the strange conglomerate family of Bolian and Human. Without much ado, Gr'laH pushes his way up to his elbow and stump to get a better look at the kids and, it must be said, Anu. He glances aside at Gellan for a moment, then to Vala with a shake of the head which isn't really an answer before he focusses back in on the young ones. "Anu Darax is a good mother," Gr'laH notes quietly aside to Gellan, "her children are in good hands." That seems to mollify him for his having said it. He begins to ease back onto his bed. "They will be fine."

Vala notices the Bolians come in. She frowns for a moment before turning back to Gr'laH and smiling, "Good to see you Counsellor. Anyway, I like the improvement you are making Ambassador. I'm going to monitor your progress for a few more days. If your incision doesn't heal up by then we'll either try to sew it up again, or send you home on the drainage bags."

Anu's expression is strained--reined in, but with much effort. "Gwi'on was sick last night. Well, yesterday. We figured it was simply something that was... going around, you know. The children were a bit fussy when we put them to bed, but started getting up from bed an hour or so later. Around... 2200, something like that. Since, they've developed fevers, been vomiting, had diarrhea..." Here the young mother pauses to settle Gilleana on a biobed and rake her hand back through her own hair. There are damp spots on Anu's clothing from the sweat of her daughter, and she looks from Gilly to Ora'thras to Gwi'on and then to Albertz, once more. "Ora'thras started displaying spots a very short time ago... all we'd wanted to do was wait until morning, see if perhaps Gwi'on's illness was simply a bug he'd get over in short order. The children cannot wait anymore, and neither can my husband. I, for the record, am fine." Perhaps lacking a bit of sleep, but she's not feverish or ill, at least.

. o O Albertz isn't at panic stations quite yet. There are, however, a few things floating around the back of his head. Questions, perhaps. And small worry over what the answers may mean.

. o O Vala is genuinely happy that her patient is making great improvements.

. o O Anu is sick with worry. They so very recently obtained permission to adopt the children, and now this. She's terrified of doing something wrong, feels vaguely guilty that she didn't make everyone come to the infimary last night... in essence, she's a mother, freaking out over her family, just quietly.

. o O Anu notices Gr'laH, and there is a flash of other concern, other worry... this she tries to stifle, but her anxiety has expanded to include the grouchy old Klingon, as well.

Malloy arrives from the mall, the infirmary's outer transparent aluminum doors sliding silently closed behind him.

Malloy has arrived.

Gellan nods in agreement to Gr'laH. She gives his arm another pad before pulling her hand completely free. "I'm certain they will be, yes," she says softly. Her gaze lifts from the Klingon to the children again, and on to Anu, accompanied by a gentle smile. "Can I help, doctors?"

Darax settles Ora'thras into a biobed as well before sitting on the end of it to rest a bit himself. He is aware that his wife is talking and aware that there are other people in the infirmary, but his eyes settle on the floor in front of him, sort of staring tiredly down at the carpet. After a moment's pause, he lifts a hand to wave it. "Take care of the children first. I am fine for now." Probably far from the truth, from the looks of things.

Having finished the important triage task of relaying symptoms and duration, Anu sags slightly against the side of the biobed, and her weary gaze travels across the infirmary's other inhabitants, pausing on Gr'laH for a moment. Her dear friend gets a wan smile, a look of curious concern, and her attention returns to her family, Anu's long, slender hands each wrung in turn by the other.

<CONTEST> Albertz contests his Medical Sciences (General Medicine) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

"Yes, yes, fine," Gr'laH grouses towards Vala, "monitor my wounds all you like. It's watching the grass grow, for all the predictable end of it. The wounds closes, the old bastard reclaims his feet and eventually walks out of here. Bag strapped to his belly or no." Gr'laH is an inveterate grumbler. And grumbling, apparently, makes things better. When Gellan draws away from him, Gr'laH shifts his eye her way, then back to the Family Darax with a frown. He grumbles back Vala's way, "Go help the Daraxes before I throw you at one of them!"

Vala smiles, "I was just heading over there, see you soon Ambassador" Vala walks over to the Daraxes, "Good afternoon" She says to Albertz, "What do we have here?"

. o O Gr'laH thinks "Can I get you anything, Ambassador? YES! BLOODWINE! No, Ambassador, can't have that. Can I get you anything Ambassador? SOMETHING TO EAT! No, sorry...! BAH! They ask that question for the sole purpose of giving me something to complain about-- Huh. Awful nice of them."

Malloy enters the infirmary, whistling softly to himself, PADDs under his right arm. Arcing his left eyebrow, he looks around, a soft frown making its way over his brow. What the...? "Hamish, what's going on here?" he inquires from Albertz.

. o O Malloy thinks "Tyler tells me I should take the day off. Now what do I do? Right. I stumble right into it again. I could have returned the bloody PADDs tomorrow. Damnation. Alright, Mr. Malloy, engage."

. o O Anu thinks "Just don't let any of them die. Not my babies, not my husband... not my dearest friend, for that matter, though he seems grumbly enough to be okay."

Ora'thras shifts uncomfortably on the biobed that Darax half sits on. The child is still asleep, his sweat already marking the area on the bed where his skin touches. The adult reaches a hand back to pat his son gently, eyes turning from the floor to look over the sleeping one, then over to his daughter and finally to his wife, whom he offers a smile. It is encouraging, but tired.

<CONTEST> Gellan contests her Medical Sciences (General Medicine) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Fails!

. o O Vala thinks, "Alright Hamish, a reply anytime now would be nice so I can treat these patients"

Albertz listens closely to both parents, nodding a little here and there. "Well, your son definitely has a case of Arxhet. As for Gilleana and Gwi'on," Hamish gives a little nod to Vala as she enters the conversation, but his body language is such that it's clear his main focus is adressing the couple and imparting the necessary information about the children "it seems like a rather bad case of the flu. The vomiting and diahrrea aren't consistent with Arxhet. I suspect Ora'thras has both. So...I'd like tae run a scan on all for of you, starting with the children." The Scot unclips his tricorder and readies it for scanning, "A couple of questions: When was the last time your children have managed to keep down any liquid? And have any of you been inoculated against Arxhet?"

Gellan lets the medical staff handle the emergency, though she looks on with rapt attention. She's still attentive enough to tap Gr'laH on the chest, however, glancing to him with a look something between a wry grin and a frown. Yes, she picked up his thoughts, surprise surprise.

. o O Albertz is, well, puzzled. As if he's been presented with a rather complicated, knotted, and tangled ball of string that needs unravelling.

"Gilly and Gwi'on have been inoculated. Ora'thras is too little... we were told that once he turned four, it would be safer." Anu looks down at the boy, her voice trailing off a little. With a slight shake of her head, she refocuses, continues. "Around the time the spots started showing up is when none of them seemed able to hold much of anything down. It was sporadic all night. If they'd had serious trouble with that earlier, we would've brought them in, then." Anu remains in her half-lean against the side of Gilly's biobed, reaches to put a hand very lightly on Darax's arm.

Vala considers as she hears what the patients are telling Albertz. She says nothing but considers.

"I was inoculated in my youth," Gw'ion replies even after his wife has done so for him. He doesn't bother to continue however, Anu has taken care of it for him. His eyes seek hers out at the touch and he offers the same tired smile before looking back down to his son again.

Malloy narrows his eyes, then walks over to the research terminal of his choice. Taps a few keys. And decreases the size of the displayed text so he can read it...but, well, noone else maybe. Unless that person chooses to look over his shoulder.

. o O Anu thinks "Of course I would have brought them in earlier. It's... I can't fathom not bringing them in in such a serious condition... and perhaps I should have, but I didn't seriously think it would get this bad... I'm a terrible mother."

<CONTEST> Vala contests her Medical Sciences (General Medicine) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

. o O Gellan feels concern, and a nagging worry.

. o O Anu pushes down a wave of guilt and tries to just remain on top of things. She has to be strong.

<CONTEST> Malloy contests his Medical Sciences (General Medicine) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Fails!

Gr'laH snaps his jaws repeatedly in the wake of Vala's retreat. GO! GO OR I SHALL EAT YOU! Once Vala's off and on her way, Gr'laH pushes back up to his elbow, turning a bit with a wince to have a better look at Anu and Gwi'on and their little feverish entourage. When his chest is tapped, Gr'laH squints up at Gellan with a roll of his eyes, "Not you /too/! Bah!" He can't quite contain his grin at that, however. Once more his attention shifts to the parents, back to Gellan for only a moment, then the Daraxes in finality. "I am reminded of when Churas was four," Gr'laH offers conversationally, "we had docked with a Federation vessel to exchange prisoners from a recent pirate boarding. Well. She came down with a rather nasty case of our flu. Carried aboard by one of the pirates. I recall getting down on my knee to ask her what was wrong. I wore her lunch on my face in short order." Whenever a question is asked of one of the parents, Gr'laH just talks to the other one. Maybe he's trying to distract them? "So there I was, wiping vomit from my face just as the Captain of the Starfleet ship came into the room. He asked if my daughter was well, I said she was fine. When he politely gestured to the vomit on my face I said 'She hates pirates as much as I do.' To whit Churas puked all over the Captain's boots. BOARDERS, I shouted!" He trails off into chuckling, eyeing the medstaff for a moment before sending the parents an encouraging smile each.

. o O Darax is sick. Sick as a dog. It doesn't matter to him, though. The kids are what matters. Get the kids healthy first. Then worry about him. He's trying to be the strong one, even though he isn't much better of than either of the kids.

. o O Malloy thinks "I should go to bed. Right now, this library could hit me with a clue by four and I'd get nothing but bruises."

Malloy taps a few more keys, letting out a rather frustrated sounding sigh. Tippity tip tap tap. Tappity tap tap tap. Tap? Tap tap. Tap tap tap. Followed by another sigh...and a frustrated shutting down of the terminal. Swiveling around, he gets up. Then looks around once more.

GAME: Albertz spends a courage point.

. o O Gr'laH finds himself six kinds of useless at the moment. Can't walk, can't eat, can't drink, can't fight, can't relieve himself without assistance, can't treat the patients, can't bloody well shut up, now can he? So he tells stories. It's the one thing old Klingons are good at. And hopefully they're the right ones.

Vala looks to Albertz, "I'm not familiar with Arxhet. What's the treatment?"

Gellan smirks once at Gr'laH. As he turns his attention back to the Darax family, so does she. Except for the story. Her face screws up in an odd expression, the exasperated should I choke or not type of expression, and then she just covers her eyes with her hand. "Poor child," she murmers ever so softly before dropping her hand. Her face however, remains a rather interesting shade of pink.

Malloy gives the research terminal an evil glare. A long stare. "Chickensoup according to this bloody thing." he mutters under his breath.

"Ears. Their ears." Suddenly, Anu seems to remember something she had forgotten. "The children both complained of earache, I had forgotten to mention." Biting down on her bottom lip as if what she has forgotten to relate will be the single piece of information that determines whether or not her children live or die, Anu gives Darax a pained look... and then lets her weary attention drift over to Gr'laH and his story. Said tale of emetic pirates gets a slight chuckle down in the direction of Anu's feet, and a somewhat implicitly grateful look is given to the Klingon.

<CONTEST> Albertz (claiming advantage) contests his Personal Equipment (Medical Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Albertz (claiming advantage) contests his Personal Equipment (Medical Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Albertz (claiming advantage) contests his Personal Equipment (Medical Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Fails!

<CONTEST> Albertz (claiming advantage) contests his Personal Equipment (Medical Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

<CONTEST> Albertz (claiming advantage) contests his Personal Equipment (Medical Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

<CONTEST> Albertz (claiming advantage) contests his Personal Equipment (Medical Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

<CONTEST> Albertz (claiming advantage) contests his Personal Equipment (Medical Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Impossible and Fails!

<CONTEST> Albertz (claiming advantage) contests his Personal Equipment (Medical Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Impossible and Fails!

<CONTEST> Albertz (claiming advantage) contests his Personal Equipment (Medical Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Impossible and Fails!

Darax looks droopily over to the Klingon as well, and offers him a slight variant on the tired smile. His free arm continues idly stroking over his son's sweating scalp, no matter where his attention goes. It only remains on the Klingon for a moment, though. Faster than his head should be able to turn, he looks back to Ora'thras when the child suddenly sits up and starts vomiting all over the biobed and his father's hand. There is little left in the child's stomach, so the issuing liquid is little more than bile. Quickly, the father adjusts his position to completely face his son.

Damn this biobed and damn his wounds, Gr'laH pushes up into a seated position with a growl of pain, his hand clamped over his belly as he does so. He swings his legs slowly over the side of the bed and simply sits there. This lying on his back thing? No longer so interested in it. Once the pain of readjustment had subsided, Gr'laH's hand moves to touch Gellan's elbow gently. "YaSharra." Psst. Hey. "YaSharra. They will be fine." Gr'laH glances back towards Ora'thras and Gwi'on at the miniature puking. "You see? It's just pirates." Anecdote failure, sort of. Time to attempt humor.

. o O Gr'laH is attempting, however poorly, to keep everyone's wits together. Scared parents, worried counselors, sick children. And something to /do/! Gr'laH can /do/ something!

Gellan gives Gr'laH a look of pure dismay. "What are you doing?! You shouldn't be up." Fuss fuss. Looking beyond him, she squints her eyes closed, hoping Darax doesn't repeat the aformentioned story in person. Standing behind Gr'laH now, since he's sitting up on the other edge of the bio bed, the Klingon becomes the perfect screen. And hide behind him she does, an odd, soft strangled sound coming from her.

. o O Gellan thinks "Oh. My Gods. I will /not/ laugh. I will not. No. Do /not/ laugh."

All grateful amusement is forgotten as Ora'thras is sick again, and Anu keeps one hand on the fretful Gilly's stomach, leaning around Darax to be able to turn her worried eyes on her son. Gwi'on can easily block her, however, and soon it becomes apparent that perhaps Gilleana needs distraction a bit more than Anu needs to elbow in and stare worriedly at her brother. So Anu returns to soothing the little Bolian girl, who is whimpering and rubbing at her ears. Leaning forward, Anu slides her own arms beneath the little blue girl's, her hands gently cradling her daughter's head, cupping lightly around her ears. Murmuring quietly to her, she rocks Gilly softly, and refrains, with much effort, interfering in Darax's soothing of Ora'thras.

Medical Peripheral in hand, Albertz begins scanning the youngest Darax first; running the small, flashing cylinder over the length of the boy's body. Eyes watch the readout closely, while he listens to the parents speak. One scan complete, he makes a slight sidestep and begins scanning Gilly. Finally he runs the MP over Gwi'on a couple of times. "Okay." He claps the tricorder shut and returns it to his belt in one almost smooth motion. "Ora'thras and Gilleana both have incredibly high fevers right now. We're going to put them both in biobeds tae lower it. They're also very dehydrated, but the beds will take care of that in time." Any other information gleaned from the scans will have to wait for the time being and Albertz begins prepping the first biobed to receive it's patient. A slight sigh escapes his lips and he smiles in wan sympathy at Ora'thras as the boy is sick.

Nevaren approaches Biobed 3.

Malloy walks over to Gr'laH with a sigh and a frown. "Ambassador. Please...don't do that. The thought is appreciated and a good one. But...please, don't." He looks across to Gellan, nodding slightly towards Gr'laH. Subtitle: do your magic on him. Puh-*lease*.

Seeing as Albertz has this case well in hand, Vala leaves the area walking over to one of the research terminals.

Darax only moves the hand that was vomitted on once the child has stopped doing so. Now that Ora'thras is awake and has vomitted, he does what many children his age do. He starts to cry, fear and illness combine to bring a long a pitiful wail out of the child before it breaks down into small sobs. In a feat that only a parent can manage at a time like this, Darax switches hand. The dirty puked upon one whips around to wipe itself off on the pants of his outfit. The other slides in behind his son so that he can pull him closer. Sick or not, his kid is sicker.

"Do not tell me what to do, boy, I'm done with it. There are four beds here, one with a burn victim, and one for me. That's one too few for the Daraxes. I'll not sit on my back and watch that man or one of his children waste away because I forgot to /duck/! Now you can either help me out of this bed, Lieutenant, or we can see just how far I can walk under my own power. But one way or the other, I /am/ standing up!" Gr'laH glances back to Gellan with a 'you can't talk me out of it and you know I'm right' sort of look, peers back to Malloy, and defiantly starts to push his way to his feet. Slowly, mind you, and growling all the way.

<PROVE> Gr'laH has the merit of Resolute at 3.

Vala notices Gr'laH's commotion. She stands from the terminal and walks over to him, "Ambassador! You can't be getting out of bed. Please lay back down or I'll have to sedate you"

Malloy groans, then stabs the compin on his uniform.

Malloy taps his comm badge, "Lieutenant JG Malloy to Lieutenant Havaris."

Eyes wide, Gellan shakes her head. "Oh, no you don't." She skirts around the foot of the biobed in a hurry, and stands in front of the big ol Klingon. And stares at him. "Please, Gr'laH. If they need the bed, they will say so." She turns her head to give Vala a look. "He isn't going anywhere," she says, and looks back to him again. "Are you."

. o O Gellan thinks "Oh yes, Doctor Vala, challenge the Klingon. Smooth. Smooth."

Over Malloy's comm badge, someone says, "Operations Office, home of the bottomless Ratkajino. What can we administrate for you today?"

Anu listens carefully, now, still cradling Gilly and casting worried looks here and there... everywhere, really. Including in the direction of Gr'laH, where she is unable to find any words. Any. Whatsoever. For the first time, Anu is able to take note of the Ambassador's injuries, and is speechless at all of this. Her entire family is ill. Her dear friend is in the infirmary for reasons she doesn't know, but is forcing himself out of bed to make way for one of hers. She's been up all night long taking care of three sick Bolians and is really about at her limit.

Into his comm badge, Malloy says, "How fast can we whip up a few more biobeds to cramp the infirmary, Lieutenant? I'd be willing to sacrifice *temporarily* some from my sickbay on the Aegis."

. o O Anu thinks "I... need some tea. Yes. I will make sure everyone gets into a biobed, then I will go and get some tea, and I will sit down in a chair and I will drink this tea, and I will perhaps talk to Gr'laH about why he is here, and I will drink my tea, and other people will be taking care of everything important."

Darax is pretty oblivious to anything that isn't his wife or in the ranges of 3-4 and sick as a dog. The rest of the station could be being sucked into space a piece at a time and it probably wouldn't register on him. He holds his crying son close to him while his eyes shift between the rest of his family. He looks like he could fall down at any moment.

Gr'laH glances about his person for the moment before replying to Vala caustically, "I should say I most certainly /can/ get out of bed! Look! I'm out of bed!" Gr'laH slowly works his hand away from the biobed's surface, testing his balance. Carefuly. Careeeeeful. "Hah! It seems you were wrong. And double blast and be done with your sedation." Gr'laH then peers aside at Gellan, opening his mouth to speak and closing it again. Frustrated, he peers aside at the Daraxes and back to Gellan, appealing once more to her understanding. "I am getting better. They are getting worse. Help me to the lobby. I can lay out on the benches. I am not trying to cause trouble, it is the opposite. I am trying to help." Gr'laH shifts his eye aside to Anu for a moment, then back to Gellan. "Please."

Albertz spares a glance up from the biobed and over to the commotion being caused by the Ambassador's sudden insistence to go mobile. Everyone seems to have it well in hand and he has more pressing matters to attend to so the Nurse's eyes are quickly back to the Daraxes. "Alright. This one's ready and..." he turns to Anu as he moves to another bed "If you'll bring your daughter over to this one please?"

From Malloy's comm badge, Havaris says, "I don't know, honestly. We've got the emergency biobeds in the shuttlebay, of course. And aboard the shuttles. One per shuttle at least. Why, it should be asked, are we having this conversation?"

Anu obligingly scoops up Gilleana and transports her to the indicated biobed, smoothing her hand once more over her daughter's forehead before returning to stand by Darax and Ora'thras. "Gr'laH," she says, quietly, "if you endanger yourself by doing this, if this gallant move of yours threatens your own recovery, you'll answer to me for it." It is said in her best kindergarteny teacher voice, and seems to sap most of what she's got left, but the sidelong look at the cantankerous Klingon flashes with some spirit, nonetheless.

Into his comm badge, Malloy says, "Because Ambassador Gr'laH has his mind set on clearing his for other patients...and depending on...uhh..." he lowers his voice, andit sounds like he is moving a bit. "It sounds," he continues, silently, "like we might need them. Say...one or two maybe. Temporarily. Depending on circumstances.""

Vala swiftly moves to grab a hypospray with a heavy sedative. She moves over to just behind Gr'laH

Still facing Gr'laH, Gellan places her right hand flat against his chest and frowns. "I know you are," she answers quietly, and then peers over her shoulder to the Malloy, and the disembodied voice of Havaris. "There. They can bring in more biobeds. There is no need for you to risk reinjuring yourself," she says as she turns back to him. "I have a feeling they're going to need extra biobeds anyway, so lets wait and see. If they can't..then I'll help you move." Movement catches her eye and she see's Vala, and stares, and shakes her head at the woman. Angrily, at that.

. o O Anu thinks "No, no... whatever this is that brought you here, Gr'laH, it had better not end with you complicating your own recovery like this."

Ora'thras has finally stopped crying and has tapered off to the occasional sob while he is pressed against his father's chest. Darax continues to stroke idly over the child's sweating head. With a heavy sigh of his breath, he looks to Anu, but calls to Gr'laH. "Ambassador, please." His voice is a little slower and still very thick. "I can wait until one of the temporary beds is put in place." Even if he doesn't sound like he is going to last much longer than that. "Lay back down." He stops to place a soft kiss on his son's forehead before saying once more, "Please."

"Touch me with that hypospray," Gr'laH says lowly, head turning back over his shoulder, "and you will pull back a stump." Gr'laH's growl rattles threateningly in his chest for a moment before his gaze swings back to Gellan and then to Anu. His single eye blinks about the infirmary for a moment more before Gr'laH flares his nostrils and tilts his head Malloy's way. "First Officer Lurtak of the Gharas. Contact her. Inform her to prepare our sickbay. It is yours if you require it." He settles back down on the bed slowly before drawing his legs back up to ease once more onto his back, staring disruptor bolts at the ceiling.

Vala smiles somewhat, putting the hypospray away. "Thank you Ambassador, I promise everyone will get taken care of and get better"

A few keys are tapped, a few monitors checked and Albertz nods with satisfaction, confident that Gilleana is properly in her bed and the field is beginning to work it's wonders. "If you'd put your son in his bed please?" A gentle smile is directed at Gwi'on, "It's ready for him and he really needs tae have his fever brought down. He'll be much more comfortable as well." Request delivered, Hamish turns away briefly and preps a couple hyposprays, turning back he administers one to Gilleana and then moves over to the other bed.

From Malloy's comm badge, Havaris says, "Ah. Well. Technically, that's not my call to make, Mr. Malloy. That's Park's. Unless you're declaring an epidemic or similar, in which case we open the shuttle bay as emergency medical. It's SOP. I can't just haul up biobeds out of storage for you, I'm afraid. Not without someone else's say-so."

Vala walks over to Malloy

Vala whispers to Malloy, "Can we put the two patients on the Aegis? It may be safer for them anyway. I refer to the Ambassador and Lt nevaren, except I don't have access to the ship I believe."

Gellan leans her hip against the side of Gr'laH's biobed after he lays down again. "Thank you, Gr'laH," she says softly, flashing the Klingon a warm smile. "I'm pleased to see your wisdom prevail as always." There was a faint wink with that statement too. She glances over Malloy's way. "Declare an epidemic then, Doctor Malloy," she says out loud, sparing a glance to Albertz.

. o O Albertz tries his best to drown out the cacophony surrounding Gr'laH. He relaxes considerably when Gellan's calm words seem to prevail. He's quite impressed with that, he is.

. o O Vala wishes this were a whole lot simpler.

Into his comm badge, Malloy says, "Alright, Leftenant. Contact First Officer Lurtak of the Gharas, courtesy of Ambassador Gr'laH to prepare her sick bay, we might need it. Next, maybe standby for the epidemic, make sure they are present and accounted forand easily accessible. Third, arrange a swift transport of Lieutenant Nevaren site to site to my sickbay on the Aegis, we need his bed. Fourth...I guess I can spare two beds from the Aegis, please have that arranged...and fifth, just imagine I said please with all of this point by point and was real nice." A pause. "Belay number two and four, I hereby declare an epidemic.""

You don't need to tell Darax twice. He scoops up his son, a process that takes a little bit longer than it usually should due to his weakened state. Once he is steadied, he places the child down properly in the biobed so that the care that is needed can be given to him. He steps back to let the nurse do his thing, finding something solid to steady himself against. He smiles softly at Albertz and then to his wife. He's still trying to be strong.

Vala says, "Civilian traffic should be curtailed so the disease doesn't spread."

Her babies are taken away into the loving embrace of the biobeds, in which Anu puts her confidence. Her husband's hand is squeezed gently, her other hand running softly down his back, and then Anu sags again, slightly, stepping back out of the way of all the hustle-bustle needed to get Gwi'on into a biobed of his own. She even opens her mouth as if to say something, but closes it again with some effort, remaining back out of the way as much as possible, letting Darax hold himself together as she knows he must, doing much the same for herself.

From Malloy's comm badge, Havaris says, "Okay. Now. When I said 'unless you're declaring an epidemic' I meant that in that way that means you wouldn't be declaring an epidemic. Because I remember the last epidemic. And I remember how little sleep I got. And I just got done repairing the Comm systems. I just had a nice conversation with my bed. I want to have another one. So by epidemic you /really/ mean 'I just need a couple of biobeds and will talk to Park'. Right?" A hopeful pause, "Right?"

Vala shakes her head after hearing Havaris, "This could spread to the Bolian and Andorian communities. We could get a whole lot more patients, we need the biobeds"

Into his comm badge, Malloy says, "Negative, Lieutenant Havaris, Sir. I, Lieutenant Junior Grade Craig Malloy, 419-361-10340, hereby put Station Four One Niner Upsilon under quarantine. All civilian traffic is to be informed accordingly, ships docked to the station are not to leave it. I need two beds up here ASAP, site to site for Nevaren ASAP, setup docking bay two for an emergency station ASAP as discussed a few weeks ago. Next we need a list of *all* Bolians and Andorians, ASAP. Do you read me, Leftenant?"

Vala whispers to Malloy, "I'll need access to the Aegis so I can treat Lt Nevaren"

From Malloy's comm badge, Havaris says, "Do you read me, Lieutenant, sir, I think you mean. Yes, Mister Malloy, I read you. Fortunately, we've been under effective quarantine since the attack on Ambassador Gr'laH. There is no civilian traffic to redirect, and there has been none since that hour. So if we're epidemic, we're contained since before case zero. I'll have the biobeds located and brought up. However, site-to-site is inadviseable. If the patient cannot be moved and is not in a life-threatening condition at the moment? Leave him be. We'll open up the shuttlebay and you can overflow into it. So. There you go then. File the report, send it up to the CoC, I'll take care of the dirty work."

Gr'laH shifts a sour look up at Gellan. It doesn't really last at her wink, but he still grumbles at her rather vociferously. "I have been a good patient. Considering. I have obeyed my doctors. Consented to their foolish orders. You would think they might allow me to make room for the sick father of a sicker child." His head shakes slightly on his biobed's cushion. He heaves a sigh, he flops his hand over his chest. He resumes lying there like a bump on a log. He's quite practiced at it!

. o O Anu fought down a surge of impatient and impotent rage at wanting everyone on the station to treat this as seriously as she feels it deserves... the inability to just... take care of everything.

Into his comm badge, Malloy says, "Understood, sir. You will receive the report within the hour the latest. I'll help with biobeds. Malloy out."

Malloy reaches up and taps his comm badge, ending transmission.

One more round of hypos is administered to both the Darax children and one last check is done to make sure both biobeds are in the green. The children attended to, Hamish goes about the same procedure with Darax, putting him into a bed once one is available. All that said and done, he turns to Anu "Alright. Shall we go have a seat and I'll explain everything to ye?"

. o O Albertz thinks "Epidemic? Quarantine? That all seems rather hasty...especially after the Ambassador supplied the beds."

Poole arrives from the mall, the infirmary's outer transparent aluminum doors sliding silently closed behind her.

Poole has arrived.

Gellan reaches out to lay a hand over Gr'laH's again, smiling down at him. "You've been an exemplary patient, I'm sure," she says with a nod. "But the beds were needed. If it turns out to be nothing more than this, it won't hurt anyone to move a few biobeds around."

. o O Vala wishes this infirmary were 10x bigger

From within the sterilization field surrounding Biobed Three and keeping burns infection free, Nevaren begins to stir awake from a blissfull, dreamless sleep. He opens his eyes, coated in that silvery sheen, and looks left and right in a sightless manner. "What the hell is going on?" he grunts, then winces in pain, the biobed beeping a few seconds.

Vala hears Nevaren. She walks over to him, "Good afternoon Lieutenant. We're just getting a few more biobeds for some patients, don't worry about it."

Poole just glares down the guards at the doors and heads on in, heading for her obvious destination, biobed 3. She pauses at the edge of the sterilization field and pushes her hands against it until she passes through, stopping only once she's next to Nev. As Vala speaks she is completely quiet.

Gr'laH shifts uncomfortably on the biobed, squinting up at Gellan. "I /have/ been!" He seems to think she's teasing him. He trails off into a quiet rumble grumble which grows less so at the prolonged resting of her hand. Beauty and the Beast, or something similar. He squints at her for a moment all the same before giving her his best 'bah!' face. "Bah! Very well. I will do as you would have me do. But I will not be cheerful about it." And then Nevaren is waking up! Joy! "Guess who is still here, Romulan! You snore like a throatslit Targh, you know! Kept me up all night with your whimperings!"

Nevaren coughs once, licking his lips, then closes his eyes again. "How come evrytime I wake up there are more patients?" His blistered nose, not /quite/ as burned as last night due to the first of his extreme low level Dermal Regeneration treatments, wrinkles somewhat at the odor of the children's sickness. "And what the hell is that god awful smell. Don't you people bathe the damned klingon?"

Anu looks up at Albertz, then, and nods. "I do not want to go... out of the infirmary, please. But I'll come and sit and listen. And if someone could replicate me some tea? That would be lovely. And I would be very grateful. And I need just one moment... just direct me where you wish me to go and I'll be right there." A soft hand on Albertz's arm, another wan smile, and she turns on her heel, now that everyone is set and in biobeds and under careful observation, for Gr'laH. A tired smile at Gellan, then a warm-yet-wan one down at the Ambassador himself. Anu's hand comes to rest extremely carefully on the side of Gr'laH's face, and her thumb brushes his brow. "I am sorry to see you here, and heartened to see you doing what seems to be well. Perhaps when all is said and done I can sit and have a cup of tea and keep watch over my family and we can speak to one another. I have a book for you, back in my quarters, as well. Thank you... for such a kind offer as you made moments ago. I misspoke, incidentally--I am the one whom I would not forgive had something happened to jeopardize your own recovery. I was sure you understood, regardless. You always seem to." Reaching just below the neckline of her shirt, now, she pulls out a coin on a chain that Gr'laH will certainly recognize, shows him before it is stowed again. A faint smile, and she follows Albertz.

Vala laughs, "Alright you two. Please behave, there are children here. And there are more patients because some people are sick and need treatment. Do you need anything that I can get you Lieutenant?"

. o O Anu loves Gr'laH. Truly and deeply, as she would one of her Kin. There is a bittersweet tinge, but it is deep and sincere nonetheless.

Poole touches Nevaren's hand, featherlight, just the faintest of brushings. Still no words from her. The exchange of words between the Klingon and half-romulan go ignored, but for the slightest smirk.

Malloy grunts. "Hamish, file a report for medical, I just issued the stuff for command. God. Damn. Paper!" He shakes his head, then heads over to Poole, offering a PADD. "Might wanna read that,Gwen."

Gellan flashes a quick smile to Anu, and then turns her attention back to Gr'laH..and now Nevaren, since there seems to be some bit of taunting going on. Which she puts down to normal and expected, if the small smirk that appears is any indication. But for now she remains silent.

Nevaren snorts. "Vala.. Just think of the Crippled Klingon and the Barbequed Romulan as Entertainment for the children. I'm sure we make an amusing pair." His hand, having already been treated enough that the burns are gone leaving the scarred skin looking somewhat melted but fine, twitches as someone touches it, the new nerves highlt sensitized. He looks to his side, unseeing. "Hello? Is that you Gwen?" Even Blind, the Gwendar seems to be working.

Vala smiles, she leaves nevaren's biobed, "Alright, I'm going to check on those biobeds." She heads to the exit.

Gellan's got a way with Gr'laH. Anu, apparently, has the /secret/ to Gr'laH. Gellan can calm him, make him see sense and reason. But what Anu manages is somewhat miraculous. He goes in one moment from grumbling to the Romulan on the other bed to staring up at Anu, quite transfixed. Touch his face, apparently, and you get stared at intently. Which is precisely what happens here. Gr'laH grows, if not perfectly docile, then at least perfectly attentive. He listens. And when all is said and done, he glances to the coin revealed and back up at Anu with a small nod of his head. He says nothing to her as she slips away, he simply watches her go. Struck mute, apparently. His eyes then move aside to Gellan with a faint smile. "Anu Darax is a good mother," Gr'laH reiterates, "and a tremendous friend." He even lets the Romulan go unanswered for now. He's all happy-calm again, via the mutual efforts of Gellan and Anu.

Vala heads out and into the clamour of the Mall.

Vala has left.

. o O Gr'laH loves that woman, he does. Up and down. Might have been a time, might have been a place, so on and so on. Not to be, never was, never will be. And that's okay.

Albertz ducks into the CMO's office to procure a cup of tea for Anu, returning a minute or so later with a steaming mug in hand. "I didnae ask what ye wanted, so I got you plain lemon and sugar." The mug is thrust forward with an apologetic smile, "Sorry."

"It is," Poole answers softly, wearing a sad smile that Nevaren can't see. "You've lost all your hair."

Malloy exhales. "Hamish,you got the bridge, so to speak. I'll tryto get you Seris...and I will check on the AEgis and next on the new auxiliary infirmary."

Nevaren blinks at that.. he hadn't realized. He carefully reaches up to touch his skull tentatively where there are no melted like burns. "I was /wondering/ why there was such a strong draft." he mutters hoarsly. His hand travells back farther, behind the base of of his skull where there are no burns to rub at something. His head is only lifted a few centimeters off the pillow so all can be seen of where he rubs at is a series of black circle and line like markings against the scarred flesh that curve around the back of his head He frowns even more. "Prophets protect me.. I must look like Thea Medes now." he grumbles.

Malloy nods to Albertz,then heads out.

Malloy heads out and into the clamour of the Mall.

Malloy has left.

Anu takes the mug from Albertz, gives him her best possible version of a strained smile. "Tea is fine. Is it hot? Is it wet? Is it tea? Then it qualifies, I think, and lemon and sugar are perfect." Another slight sidelong look at Gr'laH and she is fortified, it seems. "Lead me to a seat, sir," she says to Hamish, "and I promise to listen."

Nevaren winces at the mention of Lemon.

"Yes, you look like Thea Medes... except Albino and half-Romulan and male," Poole says, not commenting on those lines she sees. She runs her fingers slowly down his arm, bending over him, but not quite touching as she whispers something into his ear.

Nevaren grumbles. "And poached. Don't forget poached."

Poole whispers to Nevaren, "Wendy said Aaron and the medical team will be able to save your sight. And she also she says she hopes you feel better soon."

Nevaren sighs and nods. Nevaren whispers to Poole, "Thank the prophets.. The thought that I may never get to see your face again... God I hate the dark, Gwen. It scares the hell out of me."

Gellan nods to Gr'laH, a simple, yet understanding nod. "I quite agree," she says softly as she nods. Her eyes drift from the Klingon to travel about the infirmary again.

Poole sighs at Nevaren's words, easing back from over him. "I am here. There is nothing to be scared of."

Nevaren closes his eyes. "I know that, Gwen... Now, anyways. I'm just not used to not /seeing/ in the dark. It's unnerving." he licks his lips. "Tell Wendy thank you.. and How is Eisak?"

Albertz's smile goes from apologetic to relieved and he retrieves two chairs from the research terminals and wheels them over to the beds the three Daraxes occupy. Logic being that Anu probably doesn't want to stray far from her family. "Ahh, good then. Have a seat, please." Hamish waits for the woman to take her seat before he sits down.

"I had to tell him... and he's mad at me for not bringing him, but he's staying with Thea and Kusto," Poole says all in one breath, biting her lip at the end. "You don't look half bad bald, Nev."

Gr'laH peers up at Gellan for a long moment before his lips crack into a faint grin. Nobody saw that, however. He did not just look warmly on Gellan. No. He is a bitter, cranky, cantankerous old man. There will be no fond looks! Ahem. In truth, the fond look he offers her lingers for quite some time before he lets his eye close and his head turn to the side. Maybe he'll just catch a wink or two while he's calm enough to do so.

Anu wishes to remain near her family, yes, and takes a seat rather gratefully, still cupping her as-yet-unsipped tea in her hands. "So," she begins, and has nothing beyond that, at the moment.

Nevaren grins a bit.. And having halh his face either blistered or melted probably makes that grin look a bit.. strange. "Gee, thanks. Though you know this means you'll have to grow yours out as fast as possible to make up for what I am missing." He settles back a bit, head against the pillow. "Tell him I love him, Gwen. And save all his pictures so when I /can/ see again I haven't missed anything." he then bites his lower lip. "And Gwen?"

"Yes, my love?" Poole asks.

Nevaren reaches up, hoping that it's in the right direction. "I love you." he says softly. "I know you were here that first night, sitting beside me. But I will be okay, now. Go home, get Eisak.. /Eat/ something...And get some rest. I love you and I need to know you're okay as well.

"As you wish." Poole guides Nevaren's hand to her cheek, letting it rest there a moment before she kisses it. "I will be back." It's a promise, that one. One more caress and she retreats, "I will be back." And she's through the sterilization field and out towards the door, murmuring to herself, "I will be back."

"If she isn't back," Gr'laH notes in a sleep-betraying fashion, "I /am not/ holding you tonight."

Anu pffts in mid-sip of her tea, managing neither to spray poor Albertz with the beverage nor choke to hilarious death, herself. After but a single strangled moment, she laughs. -Laughs-. Throws back her head, leans back in her seat, and just... laughs until the tears squeeze out of the corners of her eyes and she is veritably gasping for breath, all the night's worry and tension draining out via the mental image of Gr'laH cradling Nevaren.

Nevaren sighs as Poole kisses his hand and reluctantly leaves... Then snorts at the klingon's comment. "Oh, don't fret, Klingon. The way you sing second rate klingon opera in a high pitched falsetto when you sleep is soothing enough. Frankly, I find it comforting.. in a disturbing way that shatters all my preconceptions of Klingon Warriors... but comforting nonetheless.

"So," Albertz takes his seat and leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees "your family is pretty sick. Ora'thras has Arxhet...Bolian Measles would be a good way tae describe it. The symptoms are very uncomfortable and it can be dangerous if left untreated, but a standard series of antibiotics is very effective in it's treatment. The poor lad just got beaten by the bug before he could get his shot, I'm afraid." The nurse continues, "Now all three have what appears to be a nasty case of the flu. Their temperatures were all dangerously high and they were all extremely dehydrated...hence the urgency in getting them intae the biobeds. I've administered antibiotics, painkillers, and a shot of vitamins and minerals tae replace what was lost over the course of the last night." Hamish stops and grins, not realising how close he came to a shower.

Gellan joins Anu in her laughter, though it comes out more an uncontrolled giggle. And then she really does laugh, her free hand coming up to cover her mouth. Somehow 'Rock-a-bye' baby in Klingon comes to mind. "Oh. Oh..goodness. I um..I have a meeting.." Mmmhmm.

Okay, time to pay attention. Serious attention. Wiping at her eyes, Anu sits forward and misses not a moment, really, of what Albertz has to tell her. Still catching her breath, she nods, soberly as possible. "Are they going to be all right? This flu, it is something you can cure, correct? And is it going to cause me to close the child care station? As I don't have it, but... could I be a carrier? Or do you think, as I heard mentioned, that it is Ghelnoid-specific? And has anyone determined how it is borne?" From relaxingly hilarious laughter to a sudden machine-gunning of pertinent questions... that's Anu. Sleep-deprived Anu, anyway. Anu on her seventeenth wind, or some such.

Gr'laH keeps his eye closed, but can be seen to smile widely and genuinely at the sound of Anu and Gellan's laughter. The smile fades somewhat at Nevaren's reply, during which his lips parrot Nevaren's words in a sneering fashion. Mind you, Nevaren can't see it. So Gr'laH helpfully notes, "You couldn't see it, but as you were talking I was mockingly moving my lips in time with your drivelings. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to rest some more." Which he doesn't do, because Gellan is about to leave. Cue frown of an understanding variety. "Thank you for coming to keep me company, YaSharra. I am sorry I could not keep our promised appointment."

Albertz's comm badge chirrups, and a voice says, "Ensign Donavon to Ensign Albertz."

Park arrives from the mall, the infirmary's outer transparent aluminum doors sliding silently closed behind him.

Park has arrived.

Park smiles as he enters the door. "Afternoon everyone.", he says cheerfully.

"Excuse me a moment, please." Hamish gives a small smile to Anu and taps his combadge.

Albertz taps his comm badge, "Ensign Albertz here."

Meanwhile, in quarters 812...
Care and nuturing or in the case of Donavon teasing and torturing has ceased for Caeli slumbers on the couch wrapped in an old Enterprise blanket. It is but a moment that she has left her watchful post of the sick Bolian to rush to Station Security to review their section's shift reports and in she walks, PADD in hand. Eyes lift once from reading to glance at her superior - normal check-up.
The onset of the difficulties is very sudden. There's a rush of white noise, and then silence. Caeli cannot hear, and his throat constricts both from fear and the sores spreading down into his windpipe. It's very painful, and Donavon will hear the sudden rattling gasp as Zip fights for air. His fever takes an immediate upswing -- his skin is burning hot, uncomfortable to touch, even -- and he begins to hallucinate. Mostly flashes of light, like phaser blasts and polaron bursts, but he also gets unnatural howls and other unidentifiable noises from inside his head. Strange smells without really any sort of sense to them start plaguing the Security Duty Officer. The smell of a childhood pet. The tinge of burnt Jem-Hadar flesh. The smell of the ocean. An ex-girlfriend's perfume. The stink of waste reclamation duty.
Ah, the sweet sleep of the innocent. Or, rather, the security officers stricken by disease. It is this sleep, innocent or no, that Caeli is jarred from with a sharp yelp that comes out as more of a croak, sitting upright suddenly as his eyes search out... something. Anything. In Donavon and Harris' quarters, the something is evidently not found, as both of the Bolian's splotched hands claw at the throat of his uniform tunic, another croak beginning before it is quickly stifled to avert the pain. Bare feet are drawn up, knees hugged to his chest, and the corner of the sofa sought as some protection from threats unseen by all but him.
Two motions it takes for Donavon to react. PADD is thrown to who knows where and her hand slaps her compin to life. Hands then reach out to hold Caeli, hoping to prevent the wild thrashing yet forcing him to sit up to clear his airways.

From Albertz's comm badge, Donavon's voice is firm yet hastey to express the urgent nature of the situation. "Zip's having an--" Clammering sounds of a scuffle blare through the comlink. "an attack. I'm trying to." Ooof as wind is slightly knocked out of her. "Need medical assistance."

Into his comm badge, Albertz says, "Help's on it's way, Meg. Albertz out."

Albertz reaches up and taps his comm badge, ending transmission.

Nevaren decides it is time to rest as well.. Well, the time coded injection of Painkillers from his biobed determines it for him. The half-romulan sighs as burning and painfull tingling are replaced by a lull in any feeling whatsoever. It's easy to ignore the klingon and the sudden incoming call. He just sleeps. Nothing to it.

Anu shakes her head, waving Albertz on with an expression of complete understanding. Rolling her chair on its casters to be between Gr'laH's biobed and those of her family, she holds her tea, tries to remain out of the way. "Please. We'll be here when you get back. You helped my family. Someone else needs you."

Park stops dead in his tracks as he hears the call come in. "Hail operations and have them beam Zip to the Infirmary.", he orders as the PADD goes flying onto a cart and he moves to an empty biobed.

Vala arrives from the mall, the infirmary's outer transparent aluminum doors sliding silently closed behind her.

Vala has arrived.

Albertz purses his lips tightly as he completes his conversation with Meg. His tone is measured as he finishes addressing Anu, "I'm sorry...I'll answer all your questions later. I'm quite confident though your family will be fine. It'll just take some time. Now if you'll excuse me..." Tapping his combadge as he rises from his seat, Albertz hails ops. "This is Ensign Albertz in the Infirmary, I need an emergency site to site transport. Lt. JG Caeli to biobed six, please."

Coincidentally, now is about the time when the requisitioned biobeds are brough in from the shuttles. A handful of NCOs from the 'bay's maintenance crews follow orders given as to where to set up said biobeds. They work with swiftness and surety in setting up the modular equipment, and hand a PADD off to Park for him to thumbprint on as acknowledgement of receipt.

Park grabs the PADD and absently gives his imprint as he looks around the room. "Hamish, you're going to have to start triage. Critical patients are to go to beds 5 and 6, non critical to beds 1 and 4.", he orders.

"Acknowledged, Ensign," comes the voice from Albertz's combadge. "Operations out."

...Back in 812...
Donavon taps her comm badge, "Ensign Donavon to Ensign Albertz."
Over Donavon's comm badge a voice answers, "Ensign Albertz here."
Hands! Contact! The enemy! Zip's eyes are unfocused, his motions chaotic, as he bats Donavon away and clambers back onto the arm of the sofa, desperation driving him to action. He falls backwards to the floor, pausing only a moment before scrabbling in reverse until the wall impedes his progress.
Into her comm badge, Donavon's voice is firm yet hastey to express the urgent nature of the situation. "Zip's having an--" Clammering sounds of a scuffle blare through the comlink. "an attack. I'm trying to." Ooof as wind is slightly knocked out of her. "Need medical assistance."
The desperation and the need to get Zip calm is first and foremost on her scattered agenda. Donavon slides off the couch to tentatively takes steps towards him. "Zip?" Not sir this time, she wants to get his attention.
From Donavon's comm badge, Albertz says, "Help's on it's way, Meg. Albertz out."
Donavon's comm badge ends its transmission.
Caeli looks about warily, jerkily, some semblance of training kicking in for all the wrong reasons as he searches out by touch with one hand the corner, sinking into it while the other finally manages to open the collar of his uniform. No relief... still the pain... surely the work of the enemy, and his hand is now diverted to look for his phaser. His phaser! Not on his belt! This draws a renewed panic, as the Bolian finds himself unarmed.
"Zip, calm down," whispers Donavon, purposely pitching her tone as such. His reactions, the battle training has the security officer on alert and ready. She moves slowly towards the corner, keeping her balance laid out and again attempts to get his clear attentions. "Can you breath?" She sputters to herself. "Course you can breath. I need you to settle a bit so we can figure out where the pain is coming from."
There's no voice. Just a figure, coming towards him. A threat. It caused this. Zip keeps his back to the wall, scrambling along the floor and almost falling backwards into the bathroom when the doorframe passes behind him. He attempts speech, but is only able to emit a muted croak before a cough sets in, pausing his journey with the renewed pain.
Gradual breaths are exerted to calm the alarmingly raised adrenaline rush. Donavon can see Zip's afraid, that his reactions are automative to their unarmed combat training. Eyes fervently seek out /something/ that will jar the Bolian out of this locked status - this illusion. Again speaking is attempted at. "Ach Zip. It's Meg. Cannae ye recognize me, this place?" She sniffs the air, nothing mentionable. Thoughts race through her mind on what to do next. Turn the lights on? That could shock him. Drop the temperature? She shakes her head. Think, think.
Caeli's head snaps sharply to Donavon, then away again, focusing intently on of all things, one of Meg's holoportraits. It is from this that he flees, now, finding a different corner of the room and curling himself into a ball, eyes tearing as his flight makes the struggle for breath that much more difficult.
Curses are swallowed when Zip flees once again. Where in the bloody ages is that medical staff unit? She bites off a wanted growl and immediately makes a decision.
The quarter's comm terminal blips into life. "Operations to Crew Quarters 812, commencing emergency beamout of Lt. JG Zipok Caeli as authorized by Ensign Albertz. Please stand by for transport." A pause. "Energizing." A blue shimmer envelops the blue lieutenant, leaving Ensign Donavon to make her own way to the Infirmary.

Caeli has arrived.

Infirmary's communications terminal chirrups, and a voice says, "Ensign Donavon to Infirmary."
Anyone present may type '+answer' to answer the hail.

Park initializes the communications terminal, "Lt Commander Park here."

From Infirmary's communications terminal, Donavon says, "Careful with Zip. He can't hear anyone and is reacting instinctively as if being attacked"

The sparkling blue gives way to the... speckled... blue of Lt. Caeli, in uniform sans jacket, boots, and socks, with the collar of his turtleneck undone. The man looks panicked, curled into a ball on the floor of the waiting area with knees drawn to him, and a half grunt/half croak escaping him every few moments. His eyes flit seemingly randomly around the room, in reaction to some unseen threat.

Into his comm badge, Park says, "Understood. Infirmary out."

Park reaches up and taps his comm badge, ending transmission.

Albertz reassigns and reshuffles the biobed assignments as quickly as possible, as per Dr. Park's orders.

Vala walks in, making a direct like for Park, "Aaron, the shuttlebay is all ready for patients. Two biobeds were just brought here, but there are lots down there for the amount of patients we expect"

<CONTEST> Park contests his Medical Sciences (General Medicine) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

Gellan stands next to Gr'laH's biobed. From her expression, her thoughts might be pretty clear. Its a good old fashioned 'here we go again' look as the order is given to shuffle patients. Or perhaps not, as more biobeds are finally ushered in. And then all proverbial hell breaks loose.

Park nods to Vala as he loads up a hypo with a mild sedative, hopefully enough to at least take the edge of the hallucinations that Zip is having. He moves up quietly behind him and adminsters the injection, then tries to move out of they way, just in case.

Vala says to Park, "So where am I needed Aaron?"

<CONTEST> Caeli (claiming disadvantage) contests his Unarmed Combat skill vs Park's Unarmed Combat (Starfleet Martial Arts) skill and Fails!

Albertz turns around to watch as Caeli's beamed in. He watches the poor man in his addled state for a couple of moments when there's an almost perceptible *click* of realization from Hamish's mind. "Sir, we have tae get him onto a bed /now/." the Nurses' voice is calm and he doesn't so much order as assert /very/ strongly. "The deafness, the halucinations...his Arxhet has become very agressive. There's a strong chance his brain is severely inflamed right now..."

The lash out is instinctive, but slowed even as the sedative spreads through the Bolian's body. He spins around to try and grasp the offending body, but instead merely lies there on his side, ribs rising and falling with the effort of breathing as he again tries to croak something out.

Somewhere in the middle of all of this, Ora'thras turns onto his side and starts to whine, flailing a hand needily toward Anu. "Mommy... " Oh yes, it's chaos here in the Infirmary. Gellan was right: here we go again.

Gr'laH nudges Gellan lightly with his elbow, nodding towards the formerly struggling Bolian. "You see? Now /that/ is a patient." Gr'laH nods his head approvingly giving the drifting Caeli a call of encouragement, "Q'pla, Warrior!" The sudden explosive chaos all around him is just causing Gr'laH to grin slightly. More like home by the moment.

Park moves JUST quickly enough to get out of reach, thanks to the Bolian's slowed reaction time. "Thank you, Hamish.", Park says conversationally. "Help me get him on the bed, please. Jazna, please see to the other patients."

. o O Ora'thras feels good enough to whine, now. It's an improvement in his condition.

. o O Ora'thras thinks "Want my mommy!"

Anu's tea takes her seat in the chair between Gr'laH and her family as she rises, still staying as out of the way as possible, to take Ora'thras' hand. "Mommy's here, sweetheart." Bending to do so, she brushes her other hand over his sweaty forehead. "Shhh. I know you don't feel good, but we're taking care of you. Daddy's here, Gilly's here... and you know who else is here? Gr'laH is here! So we can all be brave together, and everyone will be feeling better soon." A perverse look of relief has flooded Anu's features. He's whining. He was lying limp and whimpery before, and now he's flailing and whining. This is improvement, this is a -good- sign. "You just try to get some rest... I won't go -anywhere-."

Vala nods and walks over to Anu and her family, "How are you folks doing? Can I get you anything?"

Ora'thras wraps one arm around Anu's neck and holds on tight. The other hand starts to scratch at his belly through his Captain Sisko jammies. You know, the Starfleet Command ones with the printed-on captains pips and the feeties and the printed-on medals? Yep. Those ones.

. o O Ora'thras thinks "Itchy itchy itchy"

"Um..yes. Quite." Gellan's voice takes on a faintly pained tone. So much for her nice quiet evening and all of that. Sigh. She does send a smile over towards Anu and family though. There is some relief. And since there isn't a flood of patients coming in the door, she holds her position next to Gr'laH's biobed, but pipes up softly to Park. "Aaron..if there's anything I can do.."

Albertz does as ordered, hurrying to Park's side, ready to pick up the Bolian officer and take him to his bed.

<CONTEST> Caeli (claiming disadvantage) contests his Unarmed Combat skill vs Park's Unarmed Combat skill (given advantage) and Fails!

<CONTEST> Caeli (claiming disadvantage) contests his Unarmed Combat skill vs Albertz's Unarmed Combat skill (given advantage) and Fails!

Anu frown-smiles down at Ora'thras. "Mmm, baby, try not to scratch." In the Book of Eternal Maternal Wisdom, one of the cardinal rules is Don't Scratch. It almost always makes things worse. "If perhaps there could be some ointment to stop his scratching, or something you could do in that regard? Beautiful." This is directed at Vala, and she adds, a bit wryly, "Otherwise? I'd love to stay here while someone took my body to get a shower and a fresh set of clothing, as it could use it, but I am not going anywhere." A slight wink, even, and she, remaining bent over Ora'thras with his hand around her neck, just smiles tiredly.

Park activates the restraining forcefield so that Caeli doesn't take ANOTHER swing at him. "OK, let's get a full work up on him.", he orders as he grabs his tricorder. "Hamish, what's the best treatment for a Bolian who's experiencing cranial swelling?", he asks.

The twisting and flailing of the security officer is as violent as one so sedated can manage, but in the end not enough to overcome the holds of the Burly Medical Guys. Finally he is deposited on the bed, with a dull croak (his favored sound of the evening as speech is attempted, and writhes once against the forcefield before lying still.

GAME: Gr'laH spends a courage point.

<PROVE> Gr'laH has the flaw of Impulsive at -1.

Vala nods, she heads over to a medical cabinet to grab a small, round container. She heads back to Anu, "Here you go. This is an antibacterial ointment, apply some every 2 - 4 hours, it should help not only with the itching but with other skin irritations."

<CONTEST> Park contests his Medical Sciences (Pharmacology) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

Gr'laH watches the continued flailing of the Bolian as he is relocated, his lips drawing back in a leer. One of those leers. The sort of leer you give food. "Inspiring," Gr'laH offers aside to Gellan, "makes a man regret he's consigned to a bed, doesn't it?" Snorting his amusement, Gr'laH glances back towards mother and child. Should Ora'thras happen to look his way, Gr'laH sends him a play growl. Grrrrrrr. But! The main show seems to be the subdual of the thrashing Bolian for the time being.

<CONTEST> Albertz contests his Medical Sciences (Pharmacology) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

Park glances over at Gellan. "Sharra, could you please coordinate the transfer of patients from here to the shuttlebay?", he asks. "We're going to need the extra hands in here."

Anu pulls the Sisko pajamas up to reveal a spotty blue boy-body, and begins carefully applying a sheen of ointment to the itchy spots. "Your squirming isn't helping..." she singsongs to Ora'thras. "Thank you very much," she adds to Vala. When she is able, she tugs down Ora'thras' shirt and points over at Gr'laH. "Someone wants your attention, my little sickie." Clearly, she is hoping this will distract him enough for her to salve most of the itchier bits.

Albertz wipes the back of his hand across his brow. He's not really sweating, it's just more a gesture to compose himself and catch his mental breath before answering Park. "An anti-inflammatory will relieve much of the swelling in his brain," Hamish answers matter-of-factly....almost like being back at Starfleet Med. "Lowering his temperature will help as well."

Gellan looks across to Park and nods. "I don't believe there are any in the shuttlebay as yet, but someone will need to be there to organize, just in case. I'll take care of it." She gives Gr'laH's hand a squeeze and flashes him a smile. "I'll be back later." And then she turns all business again, and heads out to take care of things.

Whining and squirming, Ora'thras fusses at his mother as she attempts to rub ointment on his spotty blue belly. He whines wordlessly at Anu, then looks over at Gr'laH when his attention is directed there. Gr'laH's 'grrr' earns him a return 'grrr' from Ora'thras, and this distracts him from squirming enough that Anu is able to swipe more of the ointment onto the itchy little boy. Gilleana and Darax have fallen asleep, and though Gilleana makes a gagging and coughing sound once in her sleep, she turns onto her side and thankfully doesn't vomit again. After a moment, the Bolian girl is snoring.

Gellan heads out and into the clamour of the Mall.

Gellan has left.

Park nods approvingly and says, "Excellent. So we'll give him 20CCs of Lodine and lower the temperature inside the field 5 degrees, then."

Caeli writhes every so often against the field, prompting yellowish glows at the points of contact. Points from which he shies away.

After giving Anu the crea, the trill doctor walks over to the Klingon Ambassador, "Is there anything you need that I can get you Ambassador?"

Albertz does as ordered. He retrieves a hypospray from a nearby cart, selects the proper drug and dosage, and slaps the vial into said hypospray. Dropping the field from Caeli's shoulders and up, Hamish presses the hypo against the man's neck and administers the anti-inflammatory. That done, the nurse taps in the command to lower the biobed temperature. All this is done silently, without hesitation and a sense of urgency that is very focused in quick, yet unrushed movements.

"A bottle of bloodwine, a plate of seared targh's liver, my armor, and the /HELL OUT OF YOUR INFIRMARY/!" Gr'laH tries to remain polite through it all. Doesn't quite succeed, but he tries.

"Gr'laH, if -you- leave, I'll have no one to keep me company as I watch over my VERY NERVOUS SICK CHILDREN," stresses Anu with that stop-eating-paste-right-this-minute-young-man-you-think-I-don't-see-you-BUT-I-DO tone of warning in her voice, though the words are expressed through a pleasantly strained smile. "If you just stay to keep us company, especially since I know you're stressed but certainly NOT ANGRY AT ORA'THRAS, whom I know you are VERY FOND OF, I would be forever in your debt. And if that means searing a targh's liver for you and delivering it to your quarters with my compliments? I will do so." Cradling Ora'thras in her arms, rocking him slightly, she gives Gr'laH the Warning Look of Not Upsetting Her Kids.

Ora'thras had started to calm. Really he had. He was giggling for a moment, even, at Gr'laH's previous grrr-ing. Of course, his yelling causes the little boy to whimper and cling to his mother again. Cue tears. Klingons are SCARY when they yell and you are a very small Bolian boy who is sick.

GAME: Park spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Park contests his Medical Sciences (Pathology) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Park (claiming advantage) contests his Medical Sciences (Exoanatomy) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Succeeds!

GAME: Albertz spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Albertz contests his Medical Sciences (Pathology) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

<CONTEST> Albertz (claiming advantage) contests his Medical Sciences (Pathology) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

Park continues to monitor Caeli and then moves over to the children and to Darax. He frowns and then rechecks his readings before moving back to Caeli. "That's not good.", he says as he taps at his tricorder once again. He moves quickly to grab a hypo to get a blood sample from Caeli, which prompty goes into said tricorder for further analysis.

Caeli makes one final, valiant effort to break free of the forcefield, pressing both hands against it for an impressive three seconds. Finally the sensation is too much, and with a shout of defiance that manages to get past the pain of his vocal cords, he slumps down. The flickering of his eyes slows somewhat, the brown orbs regaining their focus on Albertz, then Park, then back again, with only the occasional flash now to a random unseen glimpse of weapons fire. See? Yelling Klingons /and/ yelling Bolians.

Park glances at Vala and says, "Please continue to monitor Zip for a minute. I'll be right back." With that, he moves into his office.

Vala says to Gr'laH, "We will get you out of here as soon as possible Ambassador." She leaves the area, heading over to Albertz and Caeli.

Park enters the CMO's office.

Park has left.

<CONTEST> Albertz (claiming advantage) contests his Medical Sciences (Exoanatomy) skill vs a difficulty of Difficult and Fails!

<CONTEST> Albertz (claiming advantage) contests his Medical Sciences (Exoanatomy) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

Infirmary's communications terminal chirrups, and a voice says, "Randal to Infirmary."
Anyone present may type '+answer' to answer the hail.

Vala initializes the communications terminal, "Lieutenant JG Vala here."

From Infirmary's communications terminal, Randal says, "Two questions. First, how is Ambassador Gr'laH doing? If you don't mind my asking..."

Into her comm badge, Vala says, "I can't tell you that, it's confidential, and access to the Infirmary is currently restricted."

From Infirmary's communications terminal, Randal says, "Uh... okay. That answers my second question as well, actually, I suppose. Uh, thank you. Randal out."

Infirmary's communications terminal ends its transmission.

A few tappa tap taps and Hamish patches his tricorder into the biobed's sensors. Watching the readouts, Hamish reaches up and begins scratching one of his sideburns with a single finger. Hmmm. A glance at Caeli and then back to the tricorder. *scritchscritch* His lips move, as if saying something to himself but whatever it is, the words are too quiet to piece together.

. o O Albertz thinks "Andorians...Bolians...Andorians...Bolians...there's something I'm missing...I /know/ it but I just can't /reach/ it!"

<CONTEST> Albertz contests his Computer (Research) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

Gr'laH peers aside at Anu with a frown that grows all the more guilty when Ora'thras starts crying. He glares quickly at Vala and points at her indicatively with his stump. When all else fails, blame someone else. "She started it!" When Randal hails, Gr'laH visibly sours. Great. More fun. "You did not just invite that man to see me on my back in an assless piece of paper, did you?"

"'amis'..." This instead of a croak from Zip beneath the forcefield as his writhing comes to a slow halt. "I 'and 'ree..."

Albertz alternates taps between his tricorder and biobed. He's working the two devices pretty hard, almost frantically. Suddenly he stops, reads some data and snaps his fingers. Whatever train of thought he may have had is temporarily put on hold though when Caeli begins to come around. Tricorder is set aside for the time being as Hamish attends to Zip, trying to make the Bolian more comfortable.

Vala walks to near Albertz, "Hamish, what would you like me to do?"

. o O Albertz thinks "All that bacteria....practically gone. Which means something killed it....what? It could be anything. A virus attacking the bacteria...were they exposed to radiation...chemical imbalance within their systems? Accidental exposure to something? /What/?! C'mon man...THINK."

Albertz shakes his head to Vala's question. He seems rather preoccupied with something, almost like his mind is somewhere else. "Ummm....I dinnae think so, doctor. He's fairly stable right now...complaining of trouble breathing but I think the biobed's doing all it can."

"'amis'," Zip repeats, eyes locking on the Scot now. "Ih i'ehs. Eh or'eel."

Having no idea what Zip is saying, Vala says, "Give him an oxygen mask, if that doesn't help, we'll have to secure an airway."

Having no idea what Zip is saying, Vala says, "Increase the oxygen in his biobed. If that doesn't work, give him an oxygen mask, and if even that doesn't help, we'll have to secure an airway."

Albertz is getting along swimmingly with the biobed tonight. He slides his fingers up along one of the bed's control surfaces, raising the oxygen level within the field and hopefully easing Caeli's breathing troubles. "There," he smiles reassuringly down at Caeli "better now?" Picking up his tricorder, Hamish goes back to work. He breaks the link to the biobed and connects with Park's tricorder. You know, the one with the blood sample? And begins an analysis by remote.

"You can borrow my D'k tagh if you like. Call Churas. She is quite good at opening airways." Gr'laH widens his grin for a moment before relaxing back into his bed to peer aside at the Daraxes.

Frustration mounts, and Zip makes every painful attempt to enunciate. Each syllable is uttered with a wince and a clenched fist. "'amish." Halted breath. "Ih. It. Cheh. Eh. For. Feel." No response to anything being said, just a singleminded insistence on the fact that Ih It Cheh.

Vala looks to Albertz, "What did he say?"

. o O Caeli thinks "Turn off the forcefield /now/ before I explode. Do you always talk so much, or only when I'm /around/?"

<CONTEST> Albertz contests his Computer (Research) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

<CONTEST> Albertz contests his Computer (Research) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Fails!

<CONTEST> Albertz contests his Personal Equipment (Medical Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Park (claiming advantage) contests his Personal Equipment (Medical Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Park (claiming advantage) contests his Personal Equipment (Medical Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Impossible and Succeeds!

Park attempts to hail Ghorev, but is informed that he's not available. Putting in a request that the XO contact him immediately, Aaron goes to work on the sample that he collected from Caeli. Assuming that his would be the most advanced condition, and thus making it easier to detect what's happening, he begins to work. Already finding that it is some type of immune deficiancy, the CMO digs deeper into the blood of the afflicted Bolian, looking for clues at to the cause.

Park's comm badge chirrups, and a voice says, "Commander Ghorev to Lt Commander Park."

Park taps his comm badge, "Lt Commander Park here."

From Park's comm badge, Ghorev says, "You needed to talk to me?"

Into his comm badge, Park says, "Commander, it looks like what we've got is not Arxhet. I've got Mister Caeli down here and his immune system is basically gone. Since this condition has now affected three other people, I'm recommending that we put the station on alert and sound general quarters to try to prevent it from spreading any further."

From Park's comm badge, Ghorev says, "What is it, then, and can it be isolated at all?"

Into his comm badge, Park says, "I'm still conducting the analysis. So far I'm just showing that the result is that it destroys the bacteria in the Bolian and Andorian body that acts as an immune system. I'm still trying to isolate it."

From Park's comm badge, Ghorev says, "As soon as you do, send me that data and I'll feed it to the biofilters to at least help clean out our air. Is it possible to counter it indirectly by increasing the bacteria level? What I know about auto-immune response dangers could fill the pincers of a gravitic caliper and have room for all Six Hundred Gods to pass through, mind you, so it might be a bad idea. But it might not be."

From Park's comm badge, Ghorev says, "Right. Then I shan't keep you. Permission granted for a general quarantine until such time as you can identify the bacteriophage. At that point, we'll work out an isolation solution for those of us at risk, and limit the quarantine accordingly."

Into his comm badge, Park says, "That's something I can do short term, but whatever is causing this is just going to eat the bacteria again. I'm going to try to filter out the blood, but that's not going to do anything more than buy us some time to figure this out."

From Park's comm badge, Ghorev, after a moment, adds: "There is one more thing."

The tricorder bleeps and bloops in confusion at a couple of its findings, but returns information to Park within a few moments.

Park studys the information carefully, looking carefully at the readings. He shakes his head in disbelief at what he sees; Caeli has none of the bacteria that act as his immune system. Confirmation of what he saw in the infirmary, that they aren't dealing with a simple Bolian affliction; this is something new. Now, to find the cause and locate what's causing the loss of the bacteria in his body.

Into his comm badge, Park says, "Hold on, I'm getting some results from a test I was running. It looks like there is some kind of biotoxin, but the computer can't identify it. I'm going to foward this up to you. If you can have Ops conduct a comprehensive scan of the station's personnel to see who's infected, we can get them isolated and keep working on this."
From Park's comm badge, Ghorev says, "You can locate the toxin molecule? Complete with structure?"

<CONTEST> Park (claiming advantage) contests his Medical Sciences (Pathology) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Park (claiming advantage) contests his Medical Sciences (Pathology) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!
From Park's comm badge, Ghorev says, "Beautiful. When we're done with all this, however, we have to talk about an urgent unrelated matter, that will take precedence over everything else. Literally. Understood?"

Into his comm badge, Park says, "Understood. Park out."

Park reaches up and taps his comm badge, ending transmission.

Albertz sighs a little and shakes his head, replying in a distracted tone."I'm not sure. I think he's saying 'Is it....sommat?' I just can't tell. Maybe we should ask Counsellor Gellan to come down here...to translate." Back to working the biobed, Hamish begins another scan of Caeli's bloodstream, this time more focused.

. o O Albertz thinks "Toxins...there's another bacteria eating his immune system? That's what those toxins would indicate. A /byproduct/ and where there's smoke, there's fire..."

A few moments go by, the deaf Caeli unable to hear Albertz dismissal. Finally, though, low growl escapes the Bolian, and he lifts a fist the centimeter to the forcefield, sparking it.

The station's com system sounds, indicating an all-hands message. The voice of Lt. Commander Park thereafter issues forth from the station's com. "Attention all hands. Due to a medical emergancy and with authorization from Commander Ghorev, I am initiating a general quarantine of the station. All non-essential personnel are to remain in their quarters until further notice and on duty personnel should limit their movement on board as much as possible. We hope to have this situation under control shortly. Let me assure you that this action is being taken as a precautionary measure only and that there is no immediate danger to anyone on board. That is all."

Anu returns to her seat, holding Ora'thras' hand and doing her best to soothe him, now that he is, hopefully, slightly more calm. To Gr'laH, she gives a slight half-smile, nods, and upon turning back around, tea set down on the floor next to her chair now and utterly forgotten, she sighs, very deeply. For a moment, she looks entirely her age, right up to the current second, and aging as the time passes. This is a very tired and stressed human, keeping watch over her loved ones--all four of them--like a hawk.

A few moments go by, the deaf Caeli unable to hear Albertz dismissal. Finally, though, a low growl escapes the Bolian, and he lifts a fist the centimeter to the forcefield, sparking it. "Or. Ield. Ow." He sparks the field once more for good measure, looking up plaintively to the human.

Vala's comm badge chirrups, and a voice says, "Lieutenant JG Cross to Lieutenant JG Vala."

Vala taps her comm badge, "Lieutenant JG Vala here."

From Vala's comm badge, Cross says, "Sorry to disturb you, Doctor. I'm currently with two people who are ill. Should I return to my quarters or should I stay put where I'm at?"

Into her comm badge, Vala says, "Where are you right now Lieutenant?"

From Vala's comm badge, Cross says, "The Andorian Lodge."

Albertz rolls his eyes at his own stupidity, stopping just short of smacking himself on the forehead. One press of a button and the restraining field is dropped, leaving the containment and biobed fields still active. Things should be a little more comfortable for the poor Bolian now. Hamish looks down and mouths a /very/ deliberate "SORRY" to his patient. That taken care of, Hamish turns his attentions back to his scan for foreign microbes in Caeli's bloodstream.

Into her comm badge, Vala says, "Take then to the shuttlebay, a makeshift infirmary is there, I'll come down and check them out."

Vala checks a Medical Kit out of the Infirmary.

From Vala's comm badge, Cross says, "Understood, Cross out."

Vala's comm badge ends its transmission.

Gr'laH peers across the infirmary at Anu, frowning slightly at the look of her. His gaze shifts back to the doctors hard at work, and once more to Anu with a slowly opening mouth as though he might speak. In the end he says nothing, clamping his mouth shut with a solid frown. Now is when you make like a good patient and lie there, staring at the ceiling.

Vala looks over Caeli's biobed, the readings for his respiratoin alright. "Hamish, I'm heading down to the shuttlebay. I'll contact Aaron on my way" she says, running out the door.

Vala heads out and into the clamour of the Mall.

Vala has left.

<CONTEST> Albertz contests his Personal Equipment (Medical Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

Anu leans back in her chair, closing her eyes for just a moment, hand still stretched out to hold Ora'thras' little blue one. Her hold does not falter, nor do the soft creases fade from her face, so she is clearly not asleep. Just... resting her eyes, just for a moment. Her lips move almost imperceptibly, however, and a good beat or so after they have finished with their murmuring, her eyes open once more, gazing at the ceiling, before she sits up again, runs a free hand back over her face.

"An'eew," comes the exhausted reply, as Zip sets about scratching at various itchy bits.

<CONTEST> Albertz (claiming advantage) contests his Personal Equipment (Medical Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

<CONTEST> Albertz (claiming advantage) contests his Personal Equipment (Medical Tricorder) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Fails!

Albertz gently grabs Caeli around his wrist. No scratching! He's not going to tell him to stop without easing the itching though and Hamish hurries off to retrieve another hypospray, filled with tricortisone. The hypo is given and the nurse returns to his scans, not finding anything of value just yet.

Anu glances up alertly at what sounds an awful lot like 'Anu,' given that sometimes her own babies call her 'Mommy Anu,' and of course her husband could also be calling for... okay, no. That was Caeli, and he wasn't calling for her. As Ora'thras seems to have calmed some, the Terran woman settles the boy's little blue hand back on his biobed with some reassuring murmurs and leans back in her chair again, spine making crackling noises as she does so. With a sigh, she turns to Gr'laH, now, since he's right there, and shakes her head. "So. When we all get out of here, you and I have a very overdue discussion of culture, I think. And as I said, I have a book for you. How are you feeling, anyway?" There is a slight edge to her voice, a desire to... be distracted. To distract, as well.

Caeli grumbles quietly, but stops as the tricortisone takes effect. Now he's just left to lie there... the silence is deafening.

<CONTEST> Albertz (claiming advantage) contests his Personal Equipment (Medical Tridcorder) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Albertz (claiming advantage) contests his Medical Sciences (Pathology) skill vs a difficulty of Challenging and Succeeds!

<CONTEST> Albertz contests his Computer (Research) skill vs a difficulty of Routine and Dramatically Succeeds!

Albertz keeps banging away at the problem, aided by his trusty biobed and not-so-trusty tricorder. Taptap. Read data. Taptap. Read data. And so on and so forth, the cycle goes one for quite some time. Suddenly something catches his eye, a flurry of commands are entered to narrow his search and the tricorder spits out a whole new set of readings at him. Ginger eyebrows shoot up in great surprise and he lets out a small explanation in a thick brogue. "Gotcha, ye bastard ye!" For the millionth time this long evening, Hamish inputs a new set of commands into the biobed, this time ordering it to flush a certain microbe from Caeli's system. Moving to the youngest Darax's bed to do the same, he taps his combadge en route.

Albertz taps his comm badge, "Ensign Albertz to Lt Commander Park."

Over Albertz's comm badge a voice answers, "Lt Commander Park here."

Into his comm badge, Albertz says, "Sir, judging by that announcement ye made, I'm sure you've been doing the same work in there as I have in here...that said, I think we've got the source of all our problems nailed down."

From Albertz's comm badge, Park says, "Excellent. Get that monkey locked down and we'll start flushing everyone's systems and get this wrapped up."

Into his comm badge, Albertz says, "Done and done, sir. Albertz out."

Albertz reaches up and taps his comm badge, ending transmission.

Albertz taps his comm badge, "Ensign Albertz to Operations."

Over Albertz's comm badge a voice answers, "Lt Commander Poole here."

Caeli studies the ceiling intently, fist idly pounding up and down into the soft biobed. Sucks to not hear your best friend's voice.

Into his comm badge, Albertz says, "Yes Commander, Doctor Park and the rest of us down in the infirmary have puzzled out the cause of all this. The microbe that's infected the Bolian and Andorians is from a primate. You want tae find Cadet Torin or rather his monkey. And if ye've no luck there, try Ensign Donavon."

Anu adopts an expression of pure crankiness. PURE crankiness. And well-reined rage.

. o O Anu thinks "A MONKEY?! A GODDAMNED MONKEY??!! SOME BRAIN DONOR BROUGHT A MONKEY ON BOARD AND MADE MY FAMILY DESPERATELY ILL???!!!"

. o O Anu thinks "I wonder how big this 'Torin' is."

Albertz as Albertz speaks to Ops on the com, he moves from biobed to biobed, setting them to flush the Daraxes infected systems.

. o O Anu thinks "Let us hope Security finds him before he stumbles across me."

From Albertz's comm badge, Poole mutters at first, nothing really intelligible. Then, finally, she says, "Understood. Thank you."

Into his comm badge, Albertz says, "As soon as you find that monkey, we need it down in sickbay, sir. I realise that was probably clearly implicit....no offense intended."

From Albertz's comm badge, Poole says, "I figured on that, Hamish. We'll get you the monkey as soon as possible. Can you tell me how Ambassador Gr'laH, Nevaren and Zipok Caeli are doing?"

Caeli, for his part, is glaring a hole right through the ceiling into Level 17. Oblivious to the world around. Rarr.

Into his comm badge, Albertz laughs quietly, barely perceptibly over the combadge. "Your husband's been asleep since ye left earlier this evening, Zip'll be fine as soon as we get his hearing back, and I really cannae speak for the third over an open channel, can I sir? Suffice it to say good things always seem tae come in threes. No need tae worry about much tonight!"

From Albertz's comm badge, Poole is silent as she listens, then one might possibly catch the slightest giggle before she says, likely to someone else, "Kusto, prepare a site-to-site.... Ensign Albertz, we have a lock on your monkey, where to you want it site-to-sited?"

GAME: Caeli spends a courage point.

<CONTEST> Caeli (claiming advantage) contests his Fitness (Vitality) skill vs a difficulty of Moderate and Fails!

Into his comm badge, Albertz says, "I've erected a level five containment field in part of the infirmary, sir. If you could send our little Typhoid Zephram in there, please?"

From Albertz's comm badge, Poole says, "Acknowledged. Duck and cover, incoming monkey. Poole out."

Albertz's comm badge ends its transmission.

The monkey materializes inside the containment field, looking more confused than anything. "Eeeeek?"