<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82476.msg4125219#msg4125219">Quote from: orderNchaos on 13-01-2011, 07:02:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The headache came again, pounding at the sides of his head like phaser blasts on ever weakening shields.  Kavash stopped for a minute, bracing himself against the wall inside the door to sickbay.  The symbiote seemed to be terribly distressed by something happening to him but Kavash couldn't tell what.  Looking around for the CMO, Kavash noticed she was busy looking over a much older and obviously weakened Chief Engineer.  Scanning the room again, a ravishing young ensign who was collecting information from a sleeping patient at a bio bed caught his eye.  Her hair seemed to flow off her shoulder like silk and the curve of her body allowed the tight fitting starfleet uniform to slide naturally at every turn.  Feeling a draw towards her, Kavash held his head and approached.<br/><br/>"Excuse me Ensign." He waited for her to turn to acknowledge him.  "I see Dr Tir is busy, I've started feeling painful headaches which started soon after the ship started being effected by chroniton radiation.  And my symbiote is distressed, which is not making the headaches any better."  He smiled,  his attempt at a bit of sarcastic humor, while humorous to him, didn't seem to come out very well considering his state of mind.  "If you could take a look at me I'd appreciate it.  The Captain needs me back on the bridge."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;">"Please," Cerise murmured, looking around at Kavash.  "Have a seat," she told him, gesturing to the biobed that was to her right.  Going over to the cabinet, she scanned the contents inside.  "Poor thing," she murmured softly, investigating his head, and the surrounding areas.  <br/><br/>"How long ago did this episode start?" she asked, letting her soft fingertips massage his temples gently.  As she waited for him to answer, she turned her head to find one of the tricoders that were in supply in the Sickbay.  Turning the device on, and holding both parts in her hands, she scanned it over Kavash's entire upper body, and looked at the screen waiting for the data to analyze and process itself.  She was hoping that it wasn't anything serious, as she would hate to lose someone so interesting aboard the ship.<br/><br/><br/>"I don't think I've ever seen you around before," she murmured both to herself and him, a bit idly as she waited for the readings to come up.  "Have you fallen or knocked into anything recently?" she asked, looking at him.  She wanted to find out as much about his recent history as possible.  While she wanted to be sure that this was just a normal headache, do to the conditions aboard the ship, which itself, was not promising at the moment, she couldn't be certain.<br/><br/>"It seems that everyone is aging," she said, looking around at him.  "Have you felt any signs of such distress?" she asked.  It was safe to ask that.  Might as well take care of everything that could be ailing the Lieutenant before she let him walk out of here.</span>