What Shall We Do With The Drunken Denobulan

Posted on Thu Oct 21st, 2021 @ 2:51pm by Lieutenant Commander Felicie Rivero & Lieutenant Commander Decan MD PsyD

Mission: The Archan Job
Location: Sickbay

The trio entered sickbay awkwardly, Felicie on one side, the slightly smaller Lieutenant Gracie James on the other, supporting between them a barely conscious Denobulan. Looking from side to side, it wasn't entirely clear who appeared to have come off worse. Gracie sporting a bruise to her cheek and a busted lip or Felicie herself with a laceration above her right eye, a bruise around the bottom of her right eye, and what looked like a likely dislocated left shoulder.

The one thing that remained clear was that the Denobulan was clearly unharmed, given his propensity to pop up and smile, a feature which could be alarming at the best of times, but after imbibing far too much Romulan Ale became downright scary.

Glancing around, Felicie's gaze settled on a Vulcan face that appeared somewhat familiar. "He's drunk," she said simply as they lumbered awkwardly toward Decan. "You may want to put him behind a forcefield."

Decan offered a pointed look at Felicie's words and stood from the station he was working at. Two more in medical uniforms came to relieve Felicie and Gracie. They placed the Denobulan on a biobed with some difficulty.

Decan looked over at the two woman who had been supporting the Denobulan man. "Please take a seat." He said, pulling a tricorder from his lab coat pocket.

Before Gracie could sit, one of the other medical staff ushered her away, leaving Felicie to take a seat on the chair next to the bio bed.

"What did he have to drink?" Decan asked, as he activated his scanner and ran it over the intoxicated man.

"By the time we got there and broke it up they were well into Romulan Ale, I'm not sure what came before that. There was bottles everywhere, a lot of them either weren't named or were written in languages I couldn't read." She shook her head. "There was a good number of them, those that didn't scatter as soon as we arrived were taken to security, he was the only one that really needed medical attention."

At her words the Denobulan sat up, his face splitting into another grin. "Pish, I'm furpectly...purpetly.."

"Drunk," Felicie added simply.

"Be still." Decan spoke with the Vulcan tone of annoyance to his voice. "He will require fluids and rest." The Doctor said to the attending nurses. "Will you require he be transported to Security following treatment?" He asked, turning toward Felicie.

Felicie nodded slightly. "Yes, I'll have a guard assigned to him, once you're ready to sign his release we'll take care of the transfer. If you can spare a medic at some point it probably wouldn't hurt to have the others checked over. They're being held in the brig until they sober up and we process them. They're no where near as drunk as this one but a medical assessment definitely won't hurt."

Decan shot pointed look towards one of his attended nurses. "See to it." He said in his distinct monotone as he continued his scans of the Denobulan. Setting aside his tricorder, the Vulcan retrieved a hypospray from a nearby tray and loaded it. "I am giving him an infusion of electrolytes." It wasn't a fix-all solution, but given Denobulan physiology was so complex, it was the best that could be done. "As I said, he will need rest and fluid. There is no reason he cannot do that in a holding cell."

"That works for me," Felicie said with a grin as she stood up from the seat she had been occupying. "In that case I'm happy for Gracie and I to haul him back, no need to waste anyone else's time."

Decan cocked his head. "If you do not mind, I will examine both of you before you leave."

With a groan, she dropped back into the seat. As much as she disliked being poked and prodded, she also knew the doctor wouldn't let up until he'd gotten his own way. "It's just a bit of a scrape, I didn't duck quick enough," the grin returned. "Honestly, it's nothing."

Decan retrieved his tricorder and began his scans. He raised an eyebrow. "Besides the obvious bruising and the facial laceration, our friend also managed to dislocate your shoulder." He set his scanner aside once again and took up a dermal regenerator. He made a few passes over the cut above her eye. "I can adjust your shoulder for you now." He offered.

"May as well," Felicie would have shrugged if it wasn't so painful to move. "Can you make a notation in his chart before he's transferred as to his current state? It'll help when I have to ban him from any establishment that serves liquor after this."

A series of swift movements and Decan had set Felicie's should right again. "It has been noted. May I inquire what the occasion was that prompted his inebriation?"

Felicie shrugged in response, not only to answer his question but also to test the movement in her shoulder. "There's been a spate of new arrivals on the station spawning these drunken spats. Tonight has been the worst so far. One of my officers indicated there was a couple of Cardassians on scene until the fight broke out, then they split pretty quickly once they realised security was on the way. After tonight we'll be increasing security presence across the promenade for a a while. As much as I am sure medical is a perfectly fine place to hang out, I'd rather not make a habit of it," she responded with a grin.

"Cardassians indeed." Decan nodded. "The pair of you are clear to return to duty. Our patient here is ready to be escorted as well."

Standing up, Felicie rolled her shoulder again, testing it. "Thanks, I appreciate it. We'll get our new friend out of your hair as well. Can you just make sure you send me through the medical report so I can include it?"

Satisfied that her shoulder was at least healed enough to not cause immediate concern, she gave a quick nod. "Alright, come on Lieutenant James, our friend here needs to be tucked into his holding cell for the night."

Helping the Donobulan off the bed, the trio started back toward the door they had entered through earlier as Felicie glanced back over her shoulder. "Thanks again Doc!"

Decan nodded. "If you require additional support, contact me." He watched as the door hissed closed behind them.