The Nurse frowned deeply as she read the charts to do with Omalis. She had been with the Sisters Hospitalier before she had taken an assignment here aboard The Blessed. A battle injury on a nameless battlefield had ended her war nurse career so; at the behest of her Sister Superior she had joined the Medicare crew aboard The Blessed.
Her knowledge on the plagues of the foul demon that she would not name was second to none and indeed she had briefed the Doctor before his lecture never for one moment believing that it would affect any one person aboard this mighty Emperor blessed vessel and yet quite plainly it had.
She knew that Omalis was dying, no amount of medicines could heal her from this and with the passing of each hour the young maintenance crewwoman was looking more and more like a creature ready for the grave. Sister Cordelias sighed heavily and lifted one of the dying Omalis’s eyelids.
Her pupils were dilating and there were red veins that spiralled like little red lines from her pupils. She touched her forehead and then stood up as the Doctor came in.
“Any change?” He asked quietly.
The lighting around the young woman was dimmed to almost night; the brightness had hurt her eyes so much she screamed a couple of times.
“She is getting worse. I was considering an infection from her wounds but I am unable to determine if they were from the lashings or the bite” Cordelias admitted and an angry glint hit her eyes “Sometimes Doctor Zickoni I think the Chief Engineer is a little too happy having his task masters flexing their whips.”
“Ours is not to question how the Chief runs his department Sister, he has to keep discipline for if he did not the Admiral would have him shout out the nearest airlock without a suit”
“I know that Doctor…”
“However,” Zickoni raised his hand to cut her off and a paternal tone entered his voice “I have told the First Officer that I believe his treatment of this young woman was a little excessive and that her wounds might have gained some sort of infection from the rather squalid conditions in the crew quarters”
Cordelias nodded once. She understood discipline; she was used to it but even her order showed the compassion required to give their patients some hope, even if there was none. She did not like men and women that over used their whips and rhetoric; this was how the smallest infections started.
She picked a book up and sat beside the bed of the young woman and in a soft voice began to read one of the many stories of the Emperor, telling her that he would be ready to welcome her to his great battle fleet in the beyond to continue the fight against the eternal enemy.
Mala rolled his eyes as the Chief ranted and raved about how no one had even noticed the energy spike, clearing his throat he reminded the Chief that they were in attendance of one of many lectures that he had ordered them to attend, this particular one had been given by Tech Adept Y’gris on how best to encourage The Blessed’s Spirit to respond to what they needed from her.
Jerona had given the man a hard glare and was about to threaten him with insubordination when the man/machine creature Y’gris had confirmed the mans tale. Even so he did not want to loose face in the eyes of the Old Man and went on to say that they had to be careful of any sign of infection. He was already in enough trouble with the Omalis situation.
Mala lit an Iho stick and drew in a deep lungful of smoke then let it out “Well see Chief, if you hadn’t let Ingra there get so heavy with the Whip on her then maybe she wouldn’t have got so sick.”
“You do not know that…. What are you a bloody doctor now Mala!” Jerona spat.
“Nope but I know a rat bite couldn’t have made her like that so damn quick. She had any number of wounds on her thanks to whip happy there” Mala stood straighter and wiped his hands on his rag “Tell you this Chief, if you think that punishing us every time we go against what you want is gonna make us respect you. You are wrong on so many levels…Tulita you are not and never will be”
There were a few murmurs of agreement and the others followed Mala out of the huddle area leaving Jerona fuming. Y’gris cleared his throat which sounded more like a choked engine of a car then a human sound.
“The energy spike lasted approximately 2.456 seconds. I have detected that at that moment the Gellar Field fluxuated slightly and I believe this is from the new warp coil that was fitted at Hydrona IX”
Jerona checked his words and inclined his head a little “Thank you, at least I know what to tell the Old Man”
“I have already informed the Admiral of my report; it was nothing to be concerned about Chief Engineer Jerona.”
“You told the Admiral!” Jerona spluttered and to the men and women in the huddle it looked like he was about to go purple.
“Could you have explained it any clearer then me?” Y’gris responded then went about his business.
Jerona threw his hands up in the air and glared at the other Engineers “Get back to work” He snapped and stormed out.
Mala sat on his bunk and stiffened a cough. He was starting to feel a little under the weather. When Omalis had been told to report to the Medicare he had helped her to the door and then left her to go her own way.
He hoped he was not coming down with what she had, he could not afford to be off sick, and no one else could look after the Targeting Systems like he could. A hacking cough took over and he coughed into his discarded work shirt, and then stared as he saw a goblet of blood stare back at him.
He closed his eyes and lay his head back as the shivers over took him. He did not hear his door open so hard was he shivering he might have been on an ice world, everything was so cold.
“Mala we need to talk!” Jerona snapped.
Mala could not even raise his head it hurt to move, like someone had filled his body with ice cold pin pricks. Jerona took one look at the shivering man and walked over to shake him roughly
“Get up man I am talking to you! You have been on the moonshine again!”
Mala opened his eyes and with a shout pushed the Chief Engineer away roughly “Get me a doctor you Fracker!” he rasped.
Jerona was about to dish his own punishment out but stopped withdrawing his cosh stick and taking a closer look at his best Engineer he yelled for someone to get the doctor.
“Not you as well…Frack!”
Mala didn’t have the energy to tell him were to go, the room was spinning at a rapid rate of knots, everything became hazy and blurred, he did not even recognise the face before him, blood spilt from his mouth like an animal frothing at the mouth in anger.
Jerona ran out the room and locked the door he turned to his two guards “No one goes in there! Not until the Doc gets here”
He looked at the door and wiped his hands over his eyes, unaware of the small drop of blood that was on the back of his hand and was even now making its way into his blood stream.