"I am sorry about that but whatever you have is off the charts," Hugh remarked. "I am surprised you're still alive after all that." He lowered his medical tricorder once seeing the results come back as alive but carrying a infliction that wasn't viewable to the naked eye. Sybuc stared at him, blankly, in a manner reminding the doctor of Michael. Distinctively Vulcan like. Sybuc raised an eyebrow then lowered it.
"It comes with being a security officer aboard a science vessel," Sybuc said.
"Getting a chemical illness is part of that, too?" Hugh asked. "Your DNA came back as-"
"I know what my DNA came back as," Sybuc snapped, then went on calmly as though he had not burst out emotionally. "You don't need to tell me about it."
"You don't look Romulan," Hugh said.
"You don't look like an ape," Sybuc said, bitterly.
The doors to the sick bay opened letting in Saru. Saru's threat ganglia came out. He carefully tucked them back on sensing the stench of death. He looked over toward the dark pointy eared individual who had curly bowl hair cut. His eyes were a shade of blue that looked mystical at first glance. He had a 'v' shaped forehead that was common to find on some Vulcan officers. Saru had gone to know many in his time as a star fleet officer. There was something unsettling abut the individual that he couldn't put his stubby finger onto it. He came to the doctors side.
"Doctor," Saru said. "Do you mean to say we have a Romulan aboard?"
"He doesn't have super strength," The doctor said. "Can't roll a spoon into a ball if he tried."
"I identify as a Vulcan," Sybuc said. "I resent the term Romulan."
"I will have to inform the admiral and have you put into the brig," Saru said. "For all we know, you are a threat."
"If I were a threat, captain, you would have died long time ago," Sybuc said. "I am no threat."
"I like to believe you but my senses says otherwise," Saru said. "and I am not a captain."
"Oops," Sybuc said. "My mistake," he cleared his throat. "If you put me into the prisoners log, it won't be there long."
"It will be," Saru said, joined by Landry and Tyler. "Please escort the Romulan to the makeshift brig. He will be returned to Romulan Space as soon as we depart from Gorik." Sybuc appeared to be ready to say something else but he restricted himself as he stood off the biobed standing shorter than the Kelpian. Saru watched the man be taken away from sick bay then turned in the direction of the doctor. "What else did you find on him?"
"I really can't say," Hugh said. "I sent the samples to one of the labs. His fingers were fading in and out while I was making sure he was recovering," Saru stroked his chin listening to what the doctor he had to say. "it's like he is in between planes."
"Thank you, doctor," Saru said. "I will inform the admiral of what has happened upon her return. Good work."
Saru turned away then walked out of the sick bay leaving the doctor behind. The doctor turned toward his newest 'patient' of the day was beamed to the biobed in front of him appearing there with a rose between his teeth. He was briefly surrounded by golden spores that vanished around him. Hugh took the rose from the man's teeth then smelled it feeling. It smelled as though he were back on Earth surrounded by trees, birds chirping, and the green peaceful scenery. When Hugh opened his eyes, he saw someone even better.
"Stroll tonight at one of Vulcan's botanical gardens, my dear doctor?" Paul asked.
Hugh laughed, shaking his head, at his partner's move.
Philippa stood by Michael's side as the lead investigators had pictures being taken of the not-very-well first officer. Philippe wore something akin to a hijab while in Gorikan attire. The hijab covered her smooth, well carved cheeks. The part of working with someone who is psi-positive with a high ESP rating is that it coud allow for private communication. Michael's thoughts were that of worry. Michael was the kind who worried about her superior officers when it came to them being out of commission and unable to respond. It was a endearing characteristic of the woman. Humans were slowly on the track to becoming aliens themselves starting two hundred years ago. Philippa's hand squeezed Michael's. The investigators turned away from the bed then made their way out of the room.
"Do you need company?" Philippa asked.
"I am fully rested and require the first officer to awaken," Michael said. "I am adequate."
"The last time you said that, you were not adequate," Philippa said.
"I am now," Michael said. "the crew needs you. There is likely an argument between Mr Saru and Mr Sybuc. Mr Sybuc has not joined me since I came here."
"He was ill," Philippa said. "Collapsed in my ready room. He was informing me thoroughly of the mission. . ."
"Is he dead?" Michael asked.
"I have yet to receive a call from my first officer regarding his status," Philippa said. "he is likely observing the mushroom labs."
"One does normally collapse and not come down from sick bay after hours," Michael said.
"I will see what is going on," Philippa said. She flipped out her communicator. "Georgiou to Shenzhou, one to beam up." Phillippa vanished in a golden flash reappearing on the bright, colorful transporter padd. Saru walked into the transporter room. His threat ganglia out of sight, out of mind, his hands almost snakingly behind him. Philippa walked off the transporter padd to join the commander. "Mr Saru, what is going on with Mr Sybuc?"
"After giving his full name to the doctor, and his file was checked, he was listed as a deceased," Saru began to explain. "He was part of the Romulan Wars. A well known individual who participated in several battles against Star Fleet. He and his captain were what had been making a grizzly battle hard. The ship he was stationed on one day, abruptly, his crew were left dread and so was he. The manner of death has not been disclosed by the Romulan Empire. His death was announced shortly after his vessel was discovered. His captain's manner of death was released. Romulan empire accused Star Fleet of ambushing and raiding their powerful asset."
"That wasn't the case?" Phillippa asked.
"It was not the case," Saru said.
"My knowledge on the Romulan War is rusty at best. . ." Philippa said. "are you sure he is?"
"Admiral, no Earth Fleet vessel was around at the time of the death," Saru said. "We have a dead man aboard the ship."
"Get up," Labberson's voice jerked Sybuc out of his meditation. He looked up toward the blue woman. "The captain said not to get caught. He did not say leave Burnham and the first officer planetside." the woman's eyes tore through the man almost tearing him a new one. Sybuc sighed lowering his head cupping a side of his face in dismay.
"I got sick from the visit on the other side of Gorik," Sybuc said. "Not my fault."
Labberson sighed, annoyed.
"Get up," Labberson said. "we just came out of a battle from the Romulan-Cardassian skirmish."
Sybuc looked up.
"What anomaly did you just come out of?" Sybuc asked. He stood up. "How is the captain?"
"He needs medical attention," Labberson said. She looked around. "Not here. No one is familiar to his physiology."
"The files can be wiped out," Sybuc said. "It does that to me."
"You're a dead Romulan!" Labberson reminded him.
"Vulcan," Sybuc corrected. "Don't remind me. We should tell the admiral."
"Don't you understand the rules about this?" Labberson said.
"Yes," Sybuc said.
"She can't! The doctor can't! They never operated on a Vulcan! Vulcans rarely get injured in Star Fleet. Hardly ever. We are interfering if we bring him over to the Discovery," Sybuc walked away rubbing the bridge of his nose. "we are only here to prevent Gorik's untimely civilization demise."
"How about I do a mind meld?" Sybuc asked.
"You are not psi-positive, Mister Sybuc," Labberson reminded.
"Something akin to it, I brought one of those drugs that can get rid of a certain type of memory," Sybuc said. "we both get what we want."
"Unfortunately, the only one who can make these decisions is down planet side-" Labberson stopped. "why is the first officer still down there?" Sybuc stared back at her, wordlessly, then lowered his head with a sigh. She regained control over her demeanor careful not to shout. "Mr Sybuc . . ." he looked back up with a guilty expression on his face. "What happened down there?"
"The first officer and I . . . We went in her place," Sybuc said. "Timeline is still straightening itself out."
"You mean he is going to die because he could not obey the rules, again, and he can't come back from this."
"You don't know how I died," Sybuc said. "Supposed to die. That is." he met the woman's eye.
"No," Labberson said.
"I was disfigured, I was burned, my hair was falling out, I had spots all over," Sybuc said. "It was the stuff of nightmares according to David." he walked past her. "You are supposed to be alive. Most of the crew on the Valor are supposed to," he turned back toward her. "I am not. Can we switch illnesses?"
"We are not gods," Labberson said.
"We have brought people back to life," Sybuc said. "I have been part of those missions."
"Because they were not supposed to be dead," Labberson said. "those anomaly missions were why we are on the Valor in the first place."
"You joining the Valor to save people?" Sybuc asked. "I thought you joined to take on random tasks from a day to day basis because of what happened to Star Fleet in the time you came fro-" the individual fell down to the floor rubbing the side of his cheek.
"I doubt that chemical spray is responsible for the way you died," Labberson said. "Transporter malfunction, maybe!"
"Can it be done?" Sybuc asked, again, looking up toward her
"Without treatment, you're dead," Labberson said.
"That's what I want," Sybuc said.
"We are going back to a space dock," Labberson said. "she took a beating. I don't know how long that is going to take to get back."
"If we prevent Burnham from dying then we can save everyone," Sybuc said. "even your three dead partners. They will not be dead anymore."
"She is not the answer to everything," Labberson said.
"Would you take the chance?" Sybuc asked.
"I did give Burnham a vile. . ." Labberson said.
"It was to give her a mercy death, wasn't it?" Sybuc asked.
"Yes," Labberson said.
"She doesn't have it on her anymore," Sybuc said. He stood up using the bed as support to stand close toward the woman. "one or two people may die today to even the record out. One by a starship and one by choice. Which one is going to happen first?"