ILLUMINARRPG: (5- 0155) SFI Michael Weston, ME Mason Quincy

[Al Muir]

Mission: Death in the Shadows

Day 5

Stardate: 2446.02.05


(USS Illuminar - Deck 4 - Sickbay -  SFI Michael Weston, ME Mason Quincy - 0155)


Michael stepped into sickbay and immediately knew something was wrong.  He had been quite pleased that he may have found something that may lead him to the Roanoke infiltrators.  But the flow of activity said something else was wrong, and he wasn’t seeing Quinna.  He stopped a passing MedTech.


“What’s going on?” he asked.


“Something to do with Dr. Solice,” Anson Williams replied.  “I don’t have all the details yet, but she did something with the prisoner and now she’s in some sort of a coma.”


Weston headed over to where the group of people were hovering over a bio-bed and tried to push his way thought.  ~What the hell did she try and do?~


Mason was notified about the body in sickbay.  He had come in to collect Sanchez’s body when he saw the commotion.  He stood watch over her.  Last thing he wanted to do was tell her brother about her death.  Something felt off as he noticed the non-medical person staring in the background.  Mason moved to the man, “Look, now is not a good time, man.”


Weston scowled at the man trying to get rid of him.


“And who, exactly, are you?” he asked. “There is no such thing as a “good time” for something like this.  What happened?

”


“The doctor almost died, so if you need help, you will have to use the EMH.  Look, I need to get back to her.”


Mason started to move away.  The number of people was dwindling down.


“She almost what?!” he said as the man, who may or may not have been a doctor, pushed him away and went back to the table.


Weston moved away and wondered how far his new authority on the ship would take him.


“Activate EMH,” he called out.


“Please state the nature of the medical emergency.”  The EMH responded as he appeared.


Mason moved next to Quinna, he was ready to protect her from the Lunatic that was in sickbay.  He almost called security but did not want to jump the gun.


“What is the nature of Dr. Solice’s condition?” Weston asked, surprised that he had access to the EMH, but gratified.


“Well…”  The EMH started.


“Whoa.”  Mason started.  “Computer Deactivate the EMH.”  Mason turned back to Michael, “Who are you to ask about the Doctor’s condition?”  Mason started to get angry.


“Well you did just tell me that if I needed help to ask the EMH,” Weston said. “So I was just following your suggestion. Who are you?”


“I am the man performing your Autopsy if you do not leave Quinna alone. She is not your concern.”  Mason then reached for his combadge.  “Quincy to security.  You are needed in sickbay.”


Weston had to fight the urge to roll his eyes. ~Surely we’re not going to have to go through this again.~ He thought to himself.


“Wait a minute,” Weston suddenly recognized the name. “Quincy?  Mason Quincy?  You are the medical examiner on the Illuminar?”


Yeah, so, you are still not going near, Dr. Solice.” Mason at this point did not care who the man was.  There were too many weird things happening and Mason was not going to let Quinna be the next victim.


“I am Michael Weston,” he said, offering a hand. “Quinna and I are… friends.”  Now was not the time for clarifying relationships. “I had come in to see her about something. I’m really just concerned about her.   How did she get hurt?”


Mason thought for a moment.  He had heard the rumor about Michael.  He then remembered a few days earlier.


“Well, if you want to know.  She was actually dead for about 3 minutes.”  Mason said.


“Rumor has it she did something very stupid, alone.”  Mason started, “Not sure if that was the cause of this.”  Mason provided.


“Dead for 3 minutes,” he said more to himself than to confirm what he’d told. Wrapping his mind around the possibilities of such an event and how long before permanent brain damage occurred.  He shook his head.


“Doing something stupid isn’t usually her style, is it Doc?”  he asked Quincy.


“She has not been herself lately.  She has not left sickbay since the night the Captain was stabbed.  But then you would know.  You have been here.  I remember you being here.”  Mason said as things started to fall into place.


Weston nodded, “Oh yes, I was here.”  He looked over at the group around the bed, blocking his view of Quinna. “She had helped when I’d been injured the day before. And the day after. Apparently she feels responsible for me.”


He smiled at the ME. “So what is she to you Doc?”  He asked. “You have more than a passing interest or you wouldn’t be so emotionally involved.”


“I am her brother, now who are you, again?”  Mason used a toned down defensive tone.


“Like I said,” Michael said calmly, “I am Quinna’s friend.”


“Sure you are.’  Mason said as the alarm went off.


Quinna’s body started to convulse and her blood pressure started to elevate.  Whatever Mason was about to do suddenly changed.


Mason moved to Quinna’s side “ Oh, no,no,no.  Quinna…”


Michael moved closer to the bio-bed to observe what was going on.  He tried to stay out of the way, to avoid any entanglements, after all, medicine was not his… forte.  However his concern for Quinna overrode all his common sense.


Mason turned and saw Michael,  “I need you to hold her..  Make sure she does not fall off the biobed.”  Mason moved to the medicine locker and pulled a hypospray.  He then programmed the device to administer medicine to lower her blood pressure.


Weston moved quickly to Quinna’s side, putting hand on her shoulder and reached across to hold her opposite hip.  The position brought his face inches from her.  At this proximity he could feel her labored breath on his cheek.  He turned to look at her face, fighting the urge to touch it.


“Come on Quinna,” he whispered, “stay with me.  We’ve got a lot to do before either of us shrug of these mortal coils.  There is fire in every one of your kisses.”  (There you have it- Mam Mia 2)


Mason heard his word and got the answer he wanted.  He administered the meds and after a few minutes her blood pressure lowered and calmed.  “Thanks, Man.”


As Michael released his hold on Quinna’s shoulder he lightly stroked her cheek.  “Knowing me,” he whispered in her ear, “knowing you.”


He turned to Quincy and said, “It’s the best I can do.  Like I said, we’re friends.  And I don’t just throw the f word around like that.”


“Look, I should go put this in her med record.  I also want to do a neuro autopsy on my dead friend.  Perhaps you can sit with her, and talk to her.  She could use a familiar face when she wakes.”  Mason now had a more trusting demure with Michael.


Weston smiled and nodded, “It would be my pleasure.”


He watched as Mason walked away.  He pulled a chair over to the now resting Quinna and sat at her head.  He rested his hand on her forehead, stroking it gently with his thumb.  He was silent for a moment then just started talking.


“You know we’re going to have to do something special when you wake up.  Maybe an actual dinner.  What the hell did you do to yourself?  “Something stupid” your brother said.  Why don’t I find that hard to believe?”  He smiled then continued.  “I need you to wake up.  I have something and I need your help with it.  I don’t want to bring anyone else in on this.  I don’t want to put anyone else in danger.  I hope this,” he indicated to her current position, “isn’t because of something you tried to do for me.”


He paused and moved his hands to hold her left hand.  With a sigh he knew what he needed to do.  Apparently it was going to be a family affair.  He kissed her hand and put it down gently on the bed.


“I have to talk to your brother for a minute,” he said, and then got up and moved over to where Quincy was.


“Hey Doc,” he said, getting his attention, “I have a question for you.”


“Yeah?”  Mason turned and looked at Michael.  “What’s that?’


He took a deep breath, and plowed forward.  “I’ve found something, and I need to know who has touched this.  Can you do a DNA scan on the surface of it and determine the identity of anyone that has held it?”


“I could.”  Mason held out his hand to take the device, “I can take it to my lab.”  Mason then pulled his hand away, “Does this have anything to do with why Quinna is in that biobed?”


Michael shook his head, “To be honest, I don’t know.  I hope not, but you did say she did something stupid so that makes me worried.  However, this is a sensitive matter, and before you get involved you should know that if anyone knows you’ve helped me, it could prove to be a danger.  If you’re not comfortable with that I understand.  But hopefully this will get me closer to the people that were involved in the assault on the CO.”


“I can scan it and send the results directly to you.  I will not read anything but I am doing it for her.”  Mason pointed in Quinna’s direction.  “If you want to come with me then fine, but …”  Mason just turned, “Let’s go.”  He was scared to leave her alone.  Someone needed to be with her as she was not in stable condition.


Holding the PADD he followed Quincy into a small room clearly used for analyzing medical items. Weston closed the door and pulled out a small pyramid. He twisted the top and it began to hum gently.


“This will prevent anyone from eavesdropping,” Weston said. “Not quite the cone of silence but close enough.”


Then he put the PADD on a counter, stepped back and waited for the ME to do his magic.


Mason took the PADD and placed it on a Mass Spectrometer.  As he let the computer do it’s thing, Mason inputted the parameters of the search and had it exclude both Michael and his own DNA signatures.  While the machine was doing its job, Mason asked with his back to Michael, “I heard you were making out with my BroSis last night.”


The sudden forwardness of Quincy was a bit surprising to Michael. And the fact that he had such information. “BroSis?  That’s an unusual designation,” he said, trying to divert Quincy’s attention.


“Yea, it is a made up thing.  Her brother is married to my sister.  She is my Brother in Law's sister.”  Mason did a quick explanation but then went back to his original statement, “So were you making out with her or not?”


Weston’s eyes narrowed, still not answering directly. “How did you come upon this information?”


“Is that a yes or a no,” Mason asked.  Mason had a look of disappointment as the mass spectrometer dinged with the results.  Mason pulled a clean PADD from the drawer and downloaded the information.  Mason did not care what it said.  He handed both to Michael.


Michael took the PADD and the report. He looked at the paper, but said nothing.  “Thank you Doctor Quincy,” said, then turned to leave. Then he turned back. “Quinna and I spent some time together last night, for a picnic and a view of the stars. I enjoyed her company, and I hope, and think, she enjoyed mine.  If you need more information than that then you can ask your … BroSis?… when she wakes up.”


“You just told me all I wanted to know.”  Mason bluffed and it paid off.


Weston shook his head as he left. He wondered what it was about these Illuminar people, as they fish for information.   He stopped by Quinna’s bed on his way out.


“I’ve got work to do,” he told her and kissed her on the forehead. “I’ll see you soon.”


Then he left sickbay.


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