Vashara Vaella's temper was frayed. Between blood loss and the sudden shift of her personality, she found herself preciously thin on patience. Truth be told, she never saw the Counselor hop into the turbo lift. Her mind was too far gone. The heart of her pain wasn't her hand. It was the ghosts. The ghost, really. That's where Vash was as she stood in the lift, her weight leaned back against the bulkhead of the lift, head back and eyes staring into the light of the lift. No focus to her gaze. All she saw in those few moments was her Cadet Commander, Cadet Helaena Terys; the young woman's bright blue eyes, and the deep soft tones of her voice.
It was in hearing Helaena's low purr that she finally heard the distant echo of another tone. That was the moment her head moved, and her eyes fell onto the Vulcan in front of her. She missed the first part of what he said, but got the gist of it. She began to speak, before her comm badge cut her off to inform her, and the older Vulcan by proxy, that the Vorta was dead.
"Understood, Vaella out." A beat after the signal was cut the lift eased to a stop, doors hissing open. "Perhaps next time, Counselor."
That was the best she could offer before slipping out the lift and crossing the corridor to Sick Bay. The place was busy. Busier than she would have liked. As gripped by her own injuries, physical and mental, as she was none of it compared to seeing people in her crew hurting, or worse. It was her fault: every scratch, broken bone, concussion, plasma burn, or death. Every single mishap fell on the shoulders of the ship's captain. Helaena taught her that. She taught Vash everything Vash knew about everything.
Everything worth knowing, anyway.
Vash was moving again soon enough, bee lining to a counter along the bulkhead. She moved with intention, and fore thought...and like she knew where things were. Or, at least, where odds are they would be. In less than a minute she had a hypospray and dermal regeneration; the medical tricorder she found under the counter after a search of just a few seconds. Her left hand did everything, including setting the hypospray to exactly the desired medicine, the regenerator set to the side. Three quick "shots" of the hypospray were pumped into her right hand, to reduce blood loss and kill pain. In a few more seconds the pain was subsiding enough to allow just the barest movement of her right fingers.
By that time, a nurse was at her side. Vash ignored her, but still wasn't able to reconfigure the medical tricorder quickly enough to do it before it was too late. Before the CMO was at her elbow, giving her a look Vashara hoped his mother had never been given. Eased and relaxed by the painkillers, a dosage over half what Starfleet Medical suggests, the Captain felt a little more relaxed than she might otherwise be...slower, too. The stoic Vulcan side of her that had appeared after the explosion was now gone, narcotics leaving only Vash once more.
"I have long, jagged, pieces of isolinear data chips embedded into my palm from an explosion on the bridge. I've already stopped the blood loss and killed the pain, but you got here before I could reconfigure the tricorder to emit a micro-antigrav pulse to dis-embed the bits of isolinear chips...but you probably have a more 'Doctor'-y way of doing that. So whatever, fine. Here."
She sighed, it was faint and under her breath, but oh-so passive aggressive. Fixing herself was keeping her mind off other things, like ghosts, and wounded crewmembers. Now the CMO had taken that from her. Now he would take care of her. Vash knew her medical record. She knew multiple doctors in the Academy had labeled her "uncooperative" and "uncomfortable being cared her." She was only glad the CMO had no access to the classified parts of her Medical Record; her recovery from the Cosmo incident.
"Also, hey, I could do this myself if you should be taking care of someone more seriously injured. This is barely a flesh wound, I wouldn't even need to bother a nurse: I did a year of Medical at the VSA and had a minor going in Combat Medicine at the Academy. So, really, I could do it just fine."
Even if I can barely move my right hand.
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