Tegan Chronicles STV Style 3:
What's Left of the Flag 12
They were all three beamed directly to sick bay. Janeway turned to see Chakotay as he walked in. "We managed to disable their transporters at least temporarily."
"And you transported Jurroth and Murdrow to the brig?"
"Yes Captain." He stared at the cut on her lip. "Though I'm not sure why. Anyway B'Elanna and Seven are on the moon now setting charges to disable the facility where you were…"
"I wasn't." She turned as the doctor started running his tricorder over Tegan.
"I need to check you over Captain."
"You need to tend to Tegan and Tuvok, I'm fine Doctor."
"You are far from fine Captain. You are dehydrated, in need of food and rest, and from what I've heard of your captivity I'm willing to bet you have pulled ligaments in your shoulders." He pointed to a bed with his eyes.
"I don't have time for this." She dismissed him with her voice. "I have duties I must tend to."
"I thought that was what you had a first officer for." The doctor mumbled and Janeway shot lasers through him with her eyes. "Of course what do I know I'm just the emergency medical hologram."
He turned his attention to Tuvok as he continued to scan Tegan. "I am fine as well Doctor."
"Not you too." He rolled his eyes.
"You, Tuvok, will stay put." Janeway lifted a finger daring him to argue with her.
"Of course Captain."
"I suppose you are going to tell me you are fine too." He looked over the barely clothed Tegan and checked the tricorder readouts. He frowned when she didn't agree with him. "Mr. Paris I am going to need the antidote for the thalamus inhibitor loaded into a hypospray."
"Doctor, you will keep me apprised." Janeway headed to the door with Chakotay.
"When do I not?" He looked at the hypospray Tom handed him before dialing up the appropriate dose and injecting it into Tegan's neck.
"Doc," Tom spoke over the alarm tones before Janeway could escape the sickbay. "She's crashing. Her O2 sats are 88%."
Janeway turned back her eyes filled with concern and fear as skeletal fingers made of ice clawed at her insides, clutching her stomach.
"Computer erect a force field and increase the oxygen levels to 100%." The doctor looked at Tom as the force field flickered into place.
"Oxygen saturation is holding at 93%, heart rate is climbing 240." Tom glanced over briefly as Janeway stepped up to the console.
Tegan gasped, clearly struggling to hang on.
"Is it a reaction to the antidote?" Janeway barked, her command mask at least was halfway in place and her scientific mind was grasping for answers.
"I don't know." The doctor shook his head. "It shouldn't be. It's more likely that her body is reacting to the pain."
"Can't you give her something?"
"Unfortunately Captain, it seems the chemical compound they used is counteracting anything I do give her." He turned and looked at his patient as he seriously debated kicking Janeway out of Medical. "Try and calm down. I am doing everything I can."
Tegan's eyes rolled back in her head.
"She's in v-fib Doc." Tom stepped up to the force field in case the doctor needed his assistance.
The doctor pulled two discs off the emergency cart and placed them on Tegan's chest. Out of habit he checked the parameter of the biobed before yelling "clear" and pressing a button on one of the discs which discharged an electrical current through her chest in effect resetting her heart's natural rhythm.
Tegan's body jerked up off the bed as her back arched. Her eyes flew open and locked onto the doctor. "Fuck!"
"Sorry." He grinned lightly glad she revived so easily.
Janeway walked up and lowered the force field long enough to step through, the pure oxygenated environment made her slightly euphoric and she realized just how much she needed to rest when she was done tending her duties. She looked down at Tegan whose green eyes were resting on her face. "I will not put a flag on your casket, is that understood?"
"Aye Captain."
She lowered her voice so only Tegan and the doctor, who was standing entirely too close as he continued checking his tricorder readings, could hear. "Just because you and Tuvok are no longer connected doesn't mean you can stop fighting now. 'Fly, fight, win'."
"Yes, ma'am." Her voice cracked.
"You're vocal cords have been strained doctor. You need to try not to talk." The EMH raised an eyebrow. "I will be able to make them as good as new, but only if you rest them."
"Go be a Captain." Tegan ignored him and the raw blistery feeling in the depths of her throat. "I will be here."
"You better be." Janeway's face stiffened and she raised her voice an octave. "That's an order."
"If you aren't going to grab a bed and rest like you should then I am going to ask that you and Commander Chakotay leave so that I can tend to my patients." He didn't look for the rebuke in her expression as he turned to Tom. He knew it would be there. "I need a pint of packed red blood cells, type O negative, and a liter of D5NS run wide open and piggy back 20mEq potassium on it."
"Doctor?" Janeway gave him a concerned look.
"She's hypovolemic and if I don't replace the blood she lost she's going to die." He looked deliberately at an empty bed. "The fact that you don't remember how much blood she lost is reason enough for me to insist that you remain here and at least let me check you over."
She looked at him sternly for a second. "I have other things on my mind at the moment, like what to do with those people."
Janeway turned and headed out the door with Chakotay on her heels. "Why did you tell her you wouldn't put a flag on her casket?"
Janeway continued to the turboshaft thinking the comment was self-explanatory. "It was a figure of speech."
He waited until they were in the turbolift to speak again. "Kathryn I know that you care about her a great deal."
She glared at him stopping him from continuing his train of thought. "I am not having this discussion. Not here. Not now." She glanced up as she spoke. "Computer Brig."
"Lieutenant." Janeway pointed to the hallway with her eyes as both brows climbed her forehead. Chakotay was two steps behind her acting as her shadow.
Before the doors to the brig had closed behind him Jurroth stood. "How is she?"
There was something in his expression. The way his eyes twinkled when he had asked the question. Janeway marched up to the force field leaving it in place as a restraint for her own anger. "If she dies because of what you've done."
"You'll what?" He didn't let her continue with some threat that was meant to make him quake. There was nothing left that frightened him. "Torture me? Kill me? You can't do anything to me that hasn't already been done. And death? I would welcome it." He watched her eyes shift to the cell Murdrow was being held in. "And don't think he's innocent in all this. He's the one who came up with the chemical concoction they were injected with."
Her eyes shifted back to Jurroth as she tried to pin him with her gaze, but he had a very valid point. What could she threaten him with? She had seen him cut his own arm and welcome the pain.
"If she dies are you going to kill me?" His voice danced with glee.
"Somehow I think you would enjoy that too much." Janeway turned and tapped her combadge. "Mr. Kim meet me and Commander Chakotay in the astrometrics lab."
"Aye, Captain," came his quick reply.
Janeway walked in to find Harry had arrived before them. B'Elanna who had been talking to Seven turned to look at the captain her eyes falling to the cut that spanned both her upper and lower lips, it made her stomach feel cold.
"We need to scan the planet for a more hospitable environment to relocate these people to."
"You have got to be kidding me." B'Elanna threw her hands in the air. "After what they did? They don't deserve our help."
"I don't believe I asked for your opinion Lieutenant." Janeway narrowed her eyes on her chief engineer. "Did you take care of the facility on the moon?"
"Blew it to smithereens Captain." She stood a little taller despite the reproach from her captain.
"Good. I want you to take a team down to the surface and do the same to their transporters." She turned to Seven and Harry. "I want those results an hour ago."
"Yes ma'am." Harry was still trying to get the complete story as to what had happened while he was on the away mission with Chakotay and Seven, but with Tom helping out in the infirmary he hadn't been able to get much. Most of the crew seemed to be too shell-shocked to talk about it. At least the Captain was herself, although she seemed a tad more on edge than usual.
"What are you waiting for?" She barked at Torres causing Harry to reassess his earlier assessment, the captain was a lot more on edge than normal.
"Sickbay to Seven."
Seven tapped her badge calmly, grateful for the interruption since she was currently debating standing up for B'Elanna but she also realized Janeway was the captain and had given her orders. "Yes Doctor?"
"I need your assistance in sickbay."
She looked at Janeway catching the momentary flicker of concern in her eyes before she nodded for her to go. "I am on my way."