RP Log: From Bad to Worse

Roleplay Log
Participants: Tilar ch'Vyran Sawyer	Ryu Palmas McAllister
Location(s): Trauma Center <USS Phoenix>
Stardate:
2026-01-18 12:50

Trauma Center - Main Wing <USS Phoenix NCC-170100-A>

The trauma center can be a bustle of activity when severe injuries occur. This ward is capable of handling multiple injured personnel simultaneously, with the room separated into six sections, with a biobed in each. An alcove off to the side provides quick access to equipment and supplies needed for several types of emergencies. Black, glossy panelling runs uninterrupted along the bulkheads at shoulder height near the entry door, allowing access to the LCARS interface, and tracers set into the bulkheads close to the ceiling indicate the current alert status.

A swirl of shimmering light appears then dissolves, leaving Ryu in its place.
A swirl of shimmering light appears then dissolves, leaving Palmas in its place.

Ryu 's unconcious body materialises on a biobed, the monitors imediately display teh vitas as being critical and the symbiont is in distress

Palmas waves friendly. "I've only got a bit of a stab wound." He points to the other, "She, on the other hand, isn't doing too hot."

Tilar moves into the trauma bay swiftly, shedding her outermost coat and tossing it off to one side. "Incoming wounded. Prepare for resuscitation," she calls to whichever staff are nearby. A sideways look is given to Palmas, a quick visual once over before she points him at one of the other biobeds. "Sit. If no one gets to you before I do, I need you to tell me if you start to feel any escalating symptoms, got it?" Then she's moving swiftly over to Ryu, eyes quickly scanning over the readout of the vitals. "Prepare to remove the symbiont, but that is a last resort. I want them both to stay alive here."

Palmas nods as he quite politely sits down on one of the other biobeds. "I'm rooting for y'all to work y'all's magic." He looks at Ryu, visibly concerned- even through the armored eva suit, "I'm not up to date with all the latest medical journals, so, I can shut up. If they need a temporary body to store the symbiont in I'm happy to volunteer." There's a softness in his voice, "Better to have a plan in case of disaster, after all."

Ryu groans in pain and strain shows in her face as she struggles back to weak conciousness and says "Ryu....Ryu....calm...calm.." the symbiont continues to show distress

"Odds are that it would actually be me," Tilar tells Palmas with a thin smile, no real mirth behind it. "But I appreciate the offer, Ensign." The doctor lets her eyes skim over the scans as they start to fill the display and she gives a slight frown before her expression shifts back to neutral. Work mode. Gloves are retrieved and she slides them on before quickly running a pair of scissors up each leg to peel the slimy coating off of the officer. "Computer, pull up the file on the Quire anti-toxin. Cross-reference it with the recent simulations and optimize for Joined Trill physiology."

A soft alto feminine voice says, "Working..."

Ryu drifts in and out of conciousness

Tilar's movements are swift and purposeful, the pauses few and short-lived. The skin that has been exposed to the slime through the hole in the EVA suit is carefully cleaned off and sanitized. "Hang in there, Ryu. We're not done yet. I've got you. Both of you." Her words are soft but firm as she works, confident despite her concern for her patient. Eyes slide up to Ryu's face and then back down to the wound itself. "Don't give up on me there, Lieutenant. I'm not done yet, so you better not be either." Her attention shifts to the readings on the panel and she puffs out a small breath, grabbing a hypospray to help equalize the chemical levels for the symbiont.

A soft alto feminine voice says, "No viable anti-toxin for Trill symbiote physiology found."

Palmas winces, but says nothing aloud.

Ryu groans and her eyes weakly open and says "If..it....has....to happen.....Ryu....has....Priority...." she continues to breath weakly

"What about for unjoined Trill?" Tilar asks the computer as a followup, thinking through options, eyes shifting around quickly as she presses a hypospray to Ryu's neck. "Optizmied for unjoined Trill." Her lips press into a thin line and she shifts her focus from the person to the symbiont, thinking for a few moments before just shaking her head. "I'm going to remove some of the tissue around the symbiont and see if I can replace it with healthy tissue. Maybe that will help it stabilize and heal." One hand reaches over, the next set of tools acquired as she focuses on Ryu's abdomen. Eyes shift up to Ryu's face and she gives the patient a small smile, nodding. "I know. I understand. I'm trying to keep you together, but I understand. Better than most."

Palmas looks at the rather grim situation. He slowly removes the eva gear, trying not to make too much of a fuss or noise as the medical emergency is happening

Ryu nods and keeps still and says "Try....cross...matching..the..base...pair...sequences of...something...the corrosive...burn..through" she tries to keep her scientific knowledge active to keep her calm

Tilar squints at Ryu, thinking about what she's trying to say for a moment before speaking. "Computer, analyze the slime that's on Lieutenant Ryu's EVA suit and look for materials that would be resistant to its corrosion," she tries, looking at the scientist for confirmation briefly before refocusing her efforts on the symbiont. "Ryu, this is working. For now, at least. This is buying us time, but I'm looking for a better solution."

Palmas offers, ready to clam up again at the slightest indication from either party. "Is there a way to isolate the toxins? Blast whatever's still coursing through their system and kill it faster than it can kill them?" He glances back down at Ryu, "Kind of like a fever does? I'm not sure how medically sound that'd be."

Commander Sawyer arrives from Emergency Wing - Port Corridor.

Ryu closes her eyes and ponders and says "...how...does....the...toxin...react..to....intense heat?" she holds back the pain

"That's the anti-toxin I've got the computer working on," Tilar says to Palmas. "I wanted it optimized for joined Trill, but that's not an option. So I'm getting it optimized for unjoined, and I'll just have to stabilize everyone together separately. If I can get the Lieutenant stable, then I can focus on Ryu." The question from her patient has her pausing briefly and thinking. "Opposite. Cold." The statement is made to no particular person, but she's moving to retrieve a device to freeze the affected tissue, monitoring the biosigns carefully for the response to this method.

At the moment, Tilar is working swiftly around Ryu on the biobed, her outermost coat tossed to one side, a pair of gloves on her hands. The EVA suit Ryu came in with has been cut away, and there is what appears to be a burn mark on her abdomen that Tilar is currently trying to treat. Biosigns indicate both Ryu and the symbiont are unstable, and the computer is working on optimizing the Quire anti-toxin for unjoined Trill physiology.

Palmas is sitting on another biobed nearby, a stab wound bleeding slowly. Not life-threatening.

Palmas offers a salute towards the Commander as he walks in. He then promptly winces as it clearly pulls on some of the wounded flesh. "Sir." He promptly lowers the salute, his face revealing a worry he's exasterbated the stab wound somehow. He nods at Tilar's explanation. "I'll admit, I don't super get how anti-toxins work and between the blood-loss and just how loud all the death on the ship was and how fast everyone's thinking..." There's a pause, "It's kind of hard to just get a rip of understanding from everything swirling around like I'd normally be able to do."

The CMO pokes his head in and takes in the situation. His voice doesn't betray his serious read of the situation. "Howdy there. Got everything ya need, Vi? Or can I get ya anythin'?"

Ryu is laying on the biobed, barely concious...she turns towards the arriving Commander and squints and says "Tontro?" she blinks and says "Weakly.......whatever you have...planned...better...do..it..soon.."

"Ground yourself, Ensign," Tilar says, though she doesn't look away from her work. "Don't get distracted by everyone and everything else. You're trained for high-stress situations. You want to help? Slap on a pair of gloves and sample that." Her head tips over to the slime on the floor near her. Then Sawyer is appearing and she tilts her head to gesture for him to join her. "I might need a hand," she tells him, certainly not too proud to ask for it. "She was hit with a corrosive slime that ate through the suit. It's effects are like the Quire toxin, but apparently not insantly lethal. Which has given me enough time to remove some damaged tissue and replace it with healthy tissue. I've got the computer optimizing the anti-toxin I made last time for unjoined Trill physiology, and we need to give that as soon as it's finished. I can either use another set of hands here, or you can patch up Ensign Palmas there."

Palmas is a simple man. He was told to do a task, he intends to do it. He looks at one of the passerbys, or frankly- anyone with something sufficient enough to cauterize a wound, before continuing on to get gloved up and collect a sample. He does wait until he's not actively bleeding, either through being patched up or some other modern medical solution. Once that thread is resolved, however, off the biobed and off to go help examine the slime.

Ryu 's hallucinations begin to intensify as not only has Tontro replaced Sawyer, Jen and Felicity have replaced both Tilar and Palmas, she blinks and then lays back, loses conciousness again

Sawyer nods to Tilar and moves over to Palmaz. "Hold it right there, son," he says with a smile. "Or I'll use thread to stitch ya up."

Palmas is handled, and Tilar is focused on Ryu. The tool in hand carefully moves over her abdomen, freezing the affected tissue. Her gaze alternates between the task literally at her hands and the biosigns, eyes flicking back and forth between the two to see how effective this method is.

Palmas smiles warmly, the short chuckle doing a poor job of reflecting the warmth of his grin, instead ribbons of shared pain ring like short sharp spikes upon his tone. He goes over to collect a sample from the slime, as requested, before putting it in whichever device is indicated by the head honchos.

The vessel vibrates slightly as it accelerates to warp speeds.

"Doc, I could use a hand with that anti-toxin," Tilar calls over to Sawyer, her gaze more focused on the actual physical work at the moment. "I'm good, but I can't do both at once."

The vessel drops out of warp.

Ryu remains out for the count, the toxin has been slowed but continues to slowly progress

Lieutenant Commander ch'Vyran arrives from Emergency Wing - Port Corridor.

Sawyer runs a scan over Palmaz, makes sure he'll keep and then moves to aid Tilar with the more urgent issue. "Alright, VI, what can I do fer ya. Nolen! Good man."

"Someone mentioned there was a commotion in trauma, figured I'd pop my head in" Nolan says, body on autopilot to position himself somewhere helpful for whoever's leading the case.

"I don't care which one of you does it, but get that anti-toxin optimized for Trill physiology. There are simulations on file that I ran. Joined Trill is not an option, so optimize it for unjoined," Tilar says, eyes shifting sideways towards ch'Vyran as he appears before refocusing on her patient.

At the moment, her patient is Lieutenant Ryu, whose EVA suit has been cut away and Tilar is working on what appears to be a burn wound on her abdomen. Bioreadings indicate a not-quite-stable situation, though the progression of whatever has harmed Ryu is slowed for the moment.

Sawyer swears lavishly beneath his breath. "Poinsons, and joined Trill. What in holy hell happened?" he starts running over the data files about the toxin.

Having been properly patched up, is no longer bleeding all over the nice medical bay but instead is gloved up. The yellow-adorned Ensign with crumpled hair from the suit responds, while sampling per the instructions of Doctor Tilar. "She got spit on by the fellow on the ship we boarded. He didn't take too kindly to shooting his engineers and trying to blow up his warp drive."

Nolan starts to set up the biobed for Ryu, bringing the arch over the patient and masking out the afflicted tissue to setup a working area. The hybrid brings up a magnified view of the burn for everyone to see. For his part, Nolan peers at the tissue until something is asked of him.

Tilar pauses briefly to give Sawyer A Look. "You really need to read some of my stuff," she tells him before summarizing. "There is a toxin used by the Protectorate. It kills instantly. That's what killed Lieutenant Avil. I created an anti-toxin then, and have it on file. I recently ran some simulations on other species, so there should be information on file about optimizing the toxin. It's instantly lethal to Trill symbionts, so I'm currently, physically, stopping the poison from getting too close by using tissue grafts and cold. I need that anti-toxin optimized for unjoined Trill and synthesized."

The hybrid doctor taps at the computer interface, working through permutations and antigens, antennae twitching madly. It's an excruciating five minutes but he arrives at something that the computer indicates is congruent with the initial dataset. Another minute goes by and the synthesis is completed. He removes the vial and brings it back to the biobed. "Based on your initial research and what we know of unjoined Trill biology, this is theoretically compatible and should do what we need it to do.... theoretically" he reemphisizes.

While Nolan works on the anti-toxin, Tilar continues to carefully mitigate the spread manually, touching the freezing tool here and there to keep the toxin from getting too close to the symbiont. Her eyes flick up and over periodically, checking to see where Nolan is at, though her focus is mostly on the patient on the bed. "Theoretically is always how medicine starts. Synthesize it and give it," she says. "I can't do damage control forever."

Nolan nods and loads the anti-toxin into the surgical arch, stratigically injecting it into the perimeter of the afflicted area first before administering it more generally to the body. He keeps an eye on the tissue to look for any apparent changes.

Biobed readings show improvement in the host, but the symbiote is still in trouble.

A swirl of shimmering light appears then dissolves, leaving McAllister in its place.

"Good. That's a start." Tilar sets the freezing tool aside, the toxin managed for the moment. "We might need to remove the symbiont if we can't get it stable, Nolan." Her lips purse and she exhales slowly, thinking. "I need ideas. Give me some ideas. We've got the anti-toxin on board. It will not be effective for the symbiont. I've excised and replaced the damaged tissue. I've frozen off parts where the toxin was trying to spread, and that anti-toxin should help the host, but it won't help the symbiont."

All three trauma bays begin to fill up with injured Uaye, all from slash wounds from a glaive.

The vessel vibrates slightly as it accelerates to warp speeds.

"These final moments are intoxication enough..." Quint mumbles as he rematerialises before slumping over into unconciousness, the rifle in his hands clattering to the deck.

The vessel drops out of warp.

"Can't separate the host and not kill the patient" Nolan reminds Vi. "Do we have another host who cou-" he starts and then the flood happens. "Good god" he mutters. "Nurses, I need nurses to triage, now!" the hybrid shouts before taking a deep breath and recentering himself. "Either we work the problem for the symbiont too or we go the route of transfer, but even then, the transfer might poison another host"

Commander Sawyer taps something in on the computer interface panel.
>Intercom< Commander Sawyer says, "All medical duty personnel report to main sickbay for triage duty." Sawyer says, "Nolen, you take one bay, I'll take another. Vi. Triague duty, statt, people."

Palmas chimes up again as he does his best to help the fellows out with the deluge of injured, his eyes defocus a bit as he reiterates whatever the nearby nurse or doctoral staff say. "Happy to help" as his voice warbles in that strange betazoid way when he's not fully himself and truly embracing the thoughts around him.

"I know," Tilar says through slightly clenched teeth, lifting her eyes up to look at Nolan and swallowing drily. "I don't want it, but I won't let Ryu die. But if the symbiont dies, the host dies anyway. Thus my need for ideas. As for poisoning a secondary host, I'd suggest giving the anti-toxin ahead of time. It seems to be working." A nod is given to the unconscious person on the biobed.

Then the trauma bay is being flooded with patients and she blinks a few times. "Well. Fun. Doc, I'm a bit busy with Ryu here. I'm not sure I can leave yet. I have the most experience with that toxin so far, and that's the main injury. The Uaye should be immune to it, but all medical personnel should be wearing gloves; it's lethal for other species and does transfer through skin contact."

Nolan returns Vi's look with a sympathetic one of his own. "Trill are hard. Trust me. Given the facts I would be trying to treat the symbiont in Ryu. If the Symbiont is poisoned, putting it in a new host might leave us with three dead entities... We can't risk an unjoined trill on a gamble that preloading them with the anti-toxin might fix the symbiont" he says before disengaging to glove up and hit another bay. "Keep talking to us, I think you've got the most complicated case there"

Sawyer says, "Computer! Activate emergency medical holographic program!"

Palmas helps out where he can, bringing band-aids and medical tools. Operating, essentially, like a runner more than anything else.

"That's what I'm trying to do, but I'm running out of ideas." Tilar moves her hands over the side of the panel on the biobed, adjusting the biochemical levels to best support the symbiont. "If I can just get it stable-ish, or at least not deteriorating, I'd feel better. That would at least be a start." She exhales slowly, closing her eyes as she thinks. "The host is stable. The symbiont is mildly toxified. Biochemical levels are being supported by the bed. Toxic substance has been removed. Affected tissue has been removed and replaced with healthy tissue. Symbiont is still in distress. What am I missing...?"

Sawyer moves around the various bays, lending a hand, but in the main, he steers clear of horning in on his doctors.

"How does the symbiont share nutrients with the host?" Nolan offers, working his own patient shut with the auto-suture.

"Already got that one," Tilar confirms with a nod to Nolan. "I'm going to try... well, I've never done this before, but something akin to bypass?" She squints thoughtfully, hands moving over the console at the surgical arch. "The host is stable now. The toxin is neutralizing as we would like. I'm going to keep the Lieutenant sedated for the time being until such time as the symbiont stabilizes, because I am going to set this up to externally support the symbiont. In theory, the connection between the two should heal and stabilize on its own, but we need to keep the symbiont alive long enough for that to happen. I'm going to simulate something like the caves where they live without actually extracting the symbiont. When it stabilizes, we can ease off on that support. It's the closest I can think of without actually removing it."

"If you think it'll work, do it. Like you said, Ryu dies anyway if the symbiont dies" Nolan says, patching up his patient and turfing them to recovery. He has a look around. "Hey, hey! Why's he still on the ground?" he asks of the room about him before walking over and, as gracefully as time allows, hauling McAllister to a bed.

Sawyer is working over one of the more severely injured Uaye. THe computer doesn't have a lot of data, so he's learning as he goes, the bed on full deep tissue and submolecular scan modes.

Lieutenant Commander McAllister lays on Biobed (24670).

Nolan sets McAllister down on the bed and takes stock of the situation, pulling the arch over and starting deep scans.

Palmas makes his way towards the Doctor Commander as his eyes focus a bit harder, "Sir, one of them has some quite relevant thoughts on the matter." He proceeds to recite to Sawyer the species-specific medical knowhow gleaned in that classic telepathic manner. Wisdom borrowed straight from the thoughts and pains of the wized among the wounded. His voice rings with interested curiosity and a pronounced hope that he's doing an effective job communicating in the pitch of this medical torrent.

Palmas glances across the way back towards Ryu as Doctor Tilar continues her work. He reiterates, "That spit that guy on the ship hit her with ate through her Eva suit pretty bad. It's a miracle you were able to stabalize her at all." There's clear relief in his voice, "It was a matter of minutes between when the spit ate through the suit and when she fully collapsed." Palmas makes his way towards the Doctor Commander as his eyes focus a bit harder, "Sir, one of them has some quite relevant thoughts on the matter." He proceeds to recite to Sawyer the species-specific medical knowhow gleaned in that classic telepathic manner. Wisdom borrowed straight from the thoughts and pains of the wized among the wounded. While first his voice rings with interested curiosity and a pronounced hope that he's doing an effective job communicating in the pitch of this medical torrent. "There's a uniqueness element to their blood." It shifts, alien in the very way the sounds are being formed- a strange speaking patter that's clear it's a synthesis of thoughts that aren't his own.

Nolan looks over his shoulder at Palmas and raises an eyebrow. "Phil, we gotta keep this one on a short leash, that's a neat trick" he chuckles before turning back to McAllister. "You're torn up but not poisoned. Alright, let's start with a heavy seditive, you're way too wound up"

Lieutenant Commander ch'Vyran utilizes the tools on Biobed (24670) to adminster sedative to McAllister to fight the adrenaline in his system before lowering the laprascopic surgical instruments into the wound to begin weaving things back into one piece.

Ensign Palmas stands up from Biobed (24669).

Sawyer is working over this particular Uaye member, running hemotological analysis and frowning. "This is complicated. Where's the EMH?"

"Pretty sure it already got deployed" Nolan comments. "I think I saw it in the hall somewhere, you might need to force reset it. It loves it when you do that"

Lieutenant Commander ch'Vyran utilizes the tools on Biobed (24670) to begin the process of nano-suturing muscle fibres together again, weaving them into one another and restoring bloodflow as he goes

Sawyer moves across the bays, one, then another, then another, lending a hand, assisting in a srugery here and there, helping nurses and junior medical officers interpret biosigns on the alien species, plural.

Palmas turns his head towards another member of the injured collective. His knuckles white as he holds himself up with the wall as he listens to the defeaning noise of the large volume of wounded thoughts. His voice oddly warbles as he recites various species oddities from the wided menagerie of the triage troupe. A strange organ that provides for increased recovery here, a genetic predisposition stressing out a patient there. Pulling focus from the cacophony he speaks. "I can go fetch it, sir."

Nolan looks at Palmas again and this time his look is much less impressed. "Hey, sit back down, you don't look so hot. If you can't get your head straight with all the psyonic yelling in here, you probably need to not be here"Lieutenant Commander ch'Vyran utilizes the tools on Biobed (24670) to slowly work up towards the surface layer, reconnecting blood vessels on the way up with the tiny laproscopic instruments

Sawyer continues moving around. "Nolen, how's it going?" He asks, not interfering with the deputy CMO's work.

Palmas looks at Nolan. Well, he looks /past/ Nolan, his gaze managing to stare through the man while his eyes remain level. "There is pain here. There is sorrow. I can assist." He does conceed to the wisdom of the doctor and his stance does shift, taking some pressure of his hands and loosening his knees so he doesn't pass out and become a detriment to the medical efforts. He continues to attempt to assist the various miling about, though clearly taking strides to take in much less information. Or, at least that's what it looks like. Visually only minute details have changed.

"Fine, McAllister here got a deep cut. He won't be lifting anything over ten pounds for two months, but he'll be fine" Nolan affirms. "Keep an eye on him, he's gonna burn out if he's not careful" the hybrid states, head tilting towards Palmas

Lieutenant Commander ch'Vyran utilizes the tools on Biobed (24670) to begin putting some final touches on the surface level stitching work, closing up the wound

Sawyer moves off, leaving Ch'Vyran to it. He lends a hand here and there, speaking a kind word to this patient or that.

Palmas continues trying to assist in the limited manner the not-doctor can.

Lieutenant Commander ch'Vyran utilizes the tools on Biobed (24670) to tie the final knot on the final stitch "Alright, he's done" Nolan says, taking a second to turn about and sigh. He has a look around but allows himself two seconds to rest. "Thoughts so far Phil?"

"Haven't lost anyone, so, it's a good day," Sawyer says.

Palmas seeing as the rush has appeared to die down, non-fatally, slumps back into a biobed to relax a hair.

"I suppose" Nolan nods and takes on a new patient, one of the aliens now. The tempo and temperature seem to have calmed down a bit

Sawyer walks over to Palmaz. "You're done playing nurse made. Now relax, Mr. Palmaz and let me look at you."

McAllister is collected by a member of nursing staff and moved over to the recovery wing
Lieutenant Commander McAllister goes Out.

Nolan stabilizes his patient and takes the opportunity to join Phil as the rest of the medical staff start to get the worst of it under control. "That was some pretty fast thinking. Heavy thinking too, I imagine" he compliments Palmas

Palmas speaks, his voice having returned to a normal-ish sounding tone. "Betwixt the deaths on the ship and the cluster of thoughts here... Ouch my head."

"Let me clue ya in, Mr. Palmaz," Sawyer grumps. "Just because you're a damned telepath doesn't mean ya should willy nilly expose yourself to any damned mental trauma. Ok? You're not a superhero, and I want ya to remember that so I'm not treating you for psychic distress. Understood?" He runs a scan on the man, checking also his neural state.

Nolan takes a softer tone, preparing something for the headache. "That was a brave thing to do though, probably saved us all some running around and kept these folks from dying"

Palmas looks at Sawyer. "If I could turn it off, I would have by now." There's a grim sadness to the tone. "Sir." He adds in, deferentially.

Sawyer grunts and claps the Zoid on the shoulder. "It's your people's curse, Mr. Palmaz. I suggest ya talk with some longer-serving Betazoid officers and see how they handle it. Commander Choma, for example."

"I'm applying a numbing agent for your telepathic abilities" Nolan states. "Just to dim things down for an hour or so, make it easier to relax"

Palmas looks at Nolan with a deep wealth of gratitude, "You, sir, are a superhero." He salutes again.

Sawyer smiles. "I'll leave yall to it." He nods approvingly to Nolen and heads out.

Nolan nods and keeps tending to Palmas. "Feeling a little better now?"

Commander Sawyer goes Out.

Palmas rubs his forehead. The gesture doesn't actually do anything, but the vibe makes him feel better. "I was doing well enough for the most part. I try not to subject myself to too much noise buy my head was still ringing after the deaths from the away mission." He nods, "It's like when an explosive goes off and your ears ring afterwards, but psychically. Eventually the ringing wore off and it was just so /much/. And they all think ever so slightly differently." He chuckles, "I try to avoid numbing agents generally, but just this once is a relief. Thanks, Doc."

"I understand, I happen to be somewhat psyonically inclined myself" Nolan nods. "Just raw electrical impulse for me"

Palmas nods. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Oh pshhhh" Nolan Pssshs. "It's not so bad. Helpful in fights, get a good sense for when someone is getting ready to throw a haymaker"

Palmas laughs. "You'd think I'd have been able to dodge the knife since I knew it was coming for me."

"It's not always in the cards like that" Nolan chuckles. "Think you'll be alright?"

Palmas nods. "I'll be fine. I think there's a couple of wounded who need much more attention than I." He glances over towards where Mcallister got carted away from. "Looks like I was the least wounded of the three Starfleetskateers."

"Seems to be. Ready to move to recovery?" Nolan asks, signalling a nurse over

Palmas nods. "Aye aye."

Palmas waves off as he chitterchatters with a nice nurse about the night's excitement