A Damsel Distressed?

Posted on Thu Apr 15th, 2021 @ 8:41pm by Lieutenant Commander Teayana Starr & Lieutenant Morgan Drysdale

808 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Shake Down Mission
Location: Counseling Center

Morgan was in the security hall, standing in front of the holographic displays as he coordinated the dispatch teams to assist where they could. He glanced to the side as he saw a message icon and with a tap of his finger opened it. His jade green eyes rapidly flashed over it reading it quickly before he shut down the display. “Jensen, “ he said looking over at one of the fellow security officers. “I have an errand to run, keep up the Coordination and I will be back soon. “ before he slipped a phaser abs tricorder onto his belt and set out to find Starr.

Moaning softly, Teaya slowly moved her hand where her head was hurting. She dared not to move too quickly. It was wet,and cold, maybe from the water. Bring her hand to the front of her face it was what she had feared. Blood. She tried not to panic. Reaching for her comm badge to call for assistance it wasn't there. "Dammit!" She momentarily forgot she had taken it off so she could have a little peace after being upset with Dean for not listening.
Now she was in a situation that put their child at risk.

Morgan advanced down the halls and corridors with decent speed still stopping when required to detail people to triage or how to best assist with damage control before he got towards where the last place House said Starr might be. Upon his arrival he took out his tricorder and flipped it open and set it to begin scanning as he glanced around the area taking an assessment before pushing forward. “Counselor?” He called out as he began his search.

Teaya had slowly pushed herself into a sitting position. Pushing her wet, bloody hair back from her face and sliding slowly backwards to lean against the wall cradling her belly. "I'm so sorry my son, please be okay." She cried softly. She had stopped a moment thinking she heard someone in the outer office.
"Hello?" Between the soft cry and calling out it made her head throb even more. Slowing her breathing, she did her best to regain control.

Morgan tapped his command overrides to the office door to shut it down to manual operation. Putting his shoulder into it he forced it open then took a light as the room was running on limited power. He flicked it around then began a systematic search of the room, finding nothing he pushed towards the back rooms, his light leading the way as he continued his call outs. Finding nothing in the first couple of room he began to grow a little concerned and hastened his search before he muscled his way into the room Starr was in. “Hey Counselor you doing…” his voice trailing off as he took sight of her injuries as he knelt down beside her. “No, I rather say you are nae doing so well by the looks of it. “ as he glanced around, found a suitable cloth and used it to make a makeshift bandage to stem the flow of blood.

Give a small sigh of relief and a weak smile. "This is a fine pickle to be in. It's unfortunate that head wounds bleed worse than what they…" a hiss in her breath as a sharp noticeable pain had her double over a moment.
"I think now would be a good time to go to medical."
Trying to inch her way up the wall, she slid back down almost falling on their Security officer.
"Morgan" said softly before she passed out again.

Morgan reached out and gently laid her down on the ground, feet slightly propped and the cloth as a bandage, and pillow for her head. “Ya don’t say..” he muttered softly to him self as he picked up the tricorder, set it to medical based scans and began to play it over her head and body. His brow knitted in concern as he took in her injuries, widened slightly in surprise at one indicator and then back to concern. “Right mess you are missy….” before he reached for his comm badge. “Morgan to sickbay, Counselor Starr is down. Can we get an emergency site to site or are they not operational?”

"Morgan, transport in 2" said the medic on the other end.

“Standby, I am going to try and stabilize her head wound, be careful with the transport.” As he took a strip of the sheet and bound her head. He tapped his comm again. “Morgan to House, I found her. I am going to emergency transport the three of us to medical as she is in critical condition. I will advise when she is stable or she worsens.” He tapped his badge again to cycle it to medical. “Three for emergency site to site transport to medical” and waited.

 

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