| 48 Hours To Go |
| Summary: | Nostos receives a check up from Glory after his recent rescue attempt. |
| Date: | 2.21.2041 |
| Related Logs: | Related Logs (Say None if there aren't any; don't leave blank) |
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CMO's Office
The CMO's office is, like many offices aboard the ship, of very military design. The space is utilitarian, to say the least, with bookshelves on the wall behind the single desk. In front of the desk are two chairs - as if the occupant would never need to have more than two other peole in the office at any given time. The shelves are lined with medical reference books, dotted here and there with a few framed photographs. Despite the rather sterile feel, overall, the room does have a few touches of warmth - a lab coat hanging from a hook near the door, a hearty variety of plant on top of a filing cabinet. It's the little things.
The CMO's office is, like many offices aboard the ship, of very military design. The space is utilitarian, to say the least, with bookshelves on the wall behind the single desk. In front of the desk are two chairs - as if the occupant would never need to have more than two other peole in the office at any given time. The shelves are lined with medical reference books, dotted here and there with a few framed photographs. Despite the rather sterile feel, overall, the room does have a few touches of warmth - a lab coat hanging from a hook near the door, a hearty variety of plant on top of a filing cabinet. It's the little things.
Angelus Nostos is currently waiting for medical help having helping to save an unknown crewman who had her feet caught on fire after inhailing massive amounts of toxic chemicals. His fellow Air Wing commerade Temperance had helped pull Lieutenant Ekonomo out of the room after he had passed out. Angelus is waiting as he has been complaining of a sore throat since pulling the woman out of the room and unknownst to him he is starting to show signs of having breathed in toxic chemicals himself, if left this could lead to possible pneumonia. For now there is a swelling of his smaller airways.
The sickbay is a bit busy at the moment, so the CMO herself is the one to take the case. She steps up to the gurney, calling orders as she goes. "Nurse, I want twenty ccs of vasodialator and prepare a breathing treatment." With crisp professionalism, she dips her head to Nostos and offers a bit of a smile. "It sounds like you've had an interesting evening, Mister Nostos."
Nostos looks over at Glory and when he speaks his throat sounds slightly scratchy, like someone who is just getting a cold or a chain smoker, "Aye sir, finding a chemical fire in a storage closet was a bit…" There is a pause as the pilot tries to find the best word, "strange." His ears listen to what was ordered up for him and he looks back at Glory, "Hey Cap, am I in trouble? And how is the woman we brought in, I mean her legs are burnt I know but is she going to make it?"
One hand gets held up. "Try not to talk too much," she says quietly. "I don't want you damaging your throat. No, you're not in trouble. I'm just taking precautions until we find out what you inhaled. Ensign," she calls to a nurse. "I want a report on the incident."
Angelus sits there quietly as he folds his hands together in his lap and he is now looking a little more concerned because what Doctor's don't know can sometimes be fatal, right, right? Clearly though it isn't Lupus as the pilot most likely inhaled a combonation of different cleaning supplies that had been exposed to electricity and thus suddenly ionized in the air. His blood preasure checks out though the stress on his throat has caused his heart rate to elevate slightly.
The work is conducted rather quickly. Glory's sickbay is nothing if not efficient. "Alright," she says after a moment, reaching out for a mask. "I'm going to give you a breathing treatment, Lieutenant. The medicine will help dialate your airways, help you breathe a little easier and maybe soothe your throat. It's rather scratchy, if I'm not mistaken?"
Angelus nods his head as he listens to Glory and he points at his throat and then rubs his hands together as there is a dry sandpapery sound that comes from his hand. As much as playing charades is fun it still isn't helping him get his treatment and the pilot doesn't look like he wants to resist anything since he has a need to fly. He reaches into one of his top pockets and he pulls out a pen and a small pocketsize notebook, "How long will I be out of flight status?" He writes on the notebook which he shows to Glory.
Glory offers a small smile and nods, making sure the mask is in place properly. "Deep breaths," she advises quietly. "And you shouldn't be out two long, maybe 48 hours. This is going to help with your throat. I want to make sure that there isn't going to be lasting damage."
The breaths are taken and each is deeper than the last as he writes, "Fourty Eight hours? Does this mean I get to eat a lot of ice cream and take really long naps now?" Angelus smiles as he writes this down as it is part cheeky and part serious. Underneath this he writes, "And no lasting damage would be a good thing. My voice is to pretty to sound like a chainsmoker with a cold."
Glory laughs softly and shakes her head, checking the machine. "Your throat will be a little sore for a couple days, but I don't think there's going to be any lasting damage, no. If there is, you get to be my guest for a lot longer." Is that a threat or a promise?
"Only if that is a promise, Cap." Nostos writes down on his paper as he continues breathing and a hand goes to his throat for a moment to rub the outside of it. Not that massaging the outside of it will help but still the psychological effect is there. Angelus scribles another note, "Will the woman we brought in live?"
The CMO dips her head, smile fading a bit. "I think so, but we won't know until she's out of surgery. Likely she'll need to be sent off ship for recovery - and her discharge." Well, she's not exactly sweetness and light. More matter of fact.
There is a frown on his face as the news is given to him and he writes, "Poor woman, she was just doing her job and things went horribly wrong." There is a pause as Angelus writes, "Maybe I need a small pneumatic horn to blow when I am happy or sad while I wait to speak again. One quick burst means I'm happy and one long burst means I'm sad." Nostos then writes, - Long Burst -.
She reads the page then shakes her head, laughing. "No," the Captain says with a grin. "I'll order it, if I have to. And talk to your CAG." Oh, a threat.
There is a smirk that comes across Angelus' face and there is a hint of ego and amusement as he writes, "Please, please say I can have a horn. It would drive my SL and the CAG utterly mad." He writes -short burst- as he looks back at Glory. He then writes, "No need to threaten, Cap, I'm not going to run away. I'm too ruggedly handsome to get transfered out of her on a medical treatment. Besides, you'd probably miss seeing me around here bringing heat to the recovery ward."
Glory just shakes her head and pats his shoulder. "Dear? I've seen quite a few flyboys. You're all very cute and very sweet, rather like puppies I'm quite happy to give back to their owners. Short or long, it doesn't necessarily matter to me. What matters is that you recover, and quickly. Just imagine if you were stuck in here hornless AND voiceless?"
There is a blank look on his face as there is a mention first off of puppies and the flat expression that rests there expresses how he feels about that statement. However, there is another moment where he writes, "Hornless and voiceless? I'd switch to old electronic code." Angelus begins to tap out something tap, tap tap, tap, tap tap tap, and on this goes till he taps out - Voiceless and hornless, please send beer.
She cocks her head to the side, listening, then laughs quietly. "Mittens, damnit. I'd put mittens on you." Her eyes crinkle just a little. "Alright. I'm going to leave you in the care of the nurses. Please try not to chase them too much?"
Angelus looks over at the nurses for a moment and then he looks back to Glory and he writes down, "Only a little." With that he looks over at a nurse and he winks at her, this might be for show to make Glory laugh or he might be serious, either way he looks back at Glory and he writes, "I'll behave. I promise…mostly, since I don't want mittens."
Glory rests a hand lightly on his shoulder, smile warm, then moves off to other patients. The nurse he looked at? Winks back, smile broadening.