ILLUMINARRPG: (3 - 1403) CMO/3XO Commander Quinna Solice and Dr. Stev Kyllee

[Kris Bailey]

Mission:  An End and a Beginning

Day: 3

Stardate 2446.03.

(USS Illuminar -- Sickbay -- Deck 5 -- CMO/3XO Commander Quinna Solice --
1403)

Quinna came in from being on Vulcan and rushed out of the transporter room
and straight to sickbay.  Unfortunately, she had to stop on the way as
morning sickness was gripping tightly onto her.  When she finally made it
to sickbay, she noticed that the patients were all where they should be.

“Doctor Kyllee, can you meet me in my office,”  She ordered as she rushed
through again and into the bathroom connected to her officer.  She, at that
time, managed to sit on the floor next to the toilet.  She moaned a bit and
closed her eyes.  She had dropped her backpack to her side as she sat.  She
reached in for a bottle of water.

Kyllee looked at the staff who all looked at him with concern,  He simply
shook his head and waved his hand, as if mentally telling them all that
there was nothing going on there and they should all go about their
business.  It was is if their tableau broke and the sickbay returned to its
usual hustle and bustle.

He walked into the CMO’s office and sat down in the chair at the side of
her desk and waited for Quinna to emerge.  He imagined she really just
wanted to be alone.  Although it may be a little early for any signs of…
well, if it was what he thought it was.

“Ok, so…”  Quinna was not sure where to begin.  “I had what I thought was a
dream with the Prophets.  I thought it was just a dream.  But while on
Vulcan, I started having morning sickness.”  Quinna looked at Stev, “Yeah,
I know, way too soon.  But I then scanned myself and the Jelly Bean is now
showing an 8 and a half weeks growth.”  Quinna got up and bolted back to
the bathroom.

Stev didn’t know whether to smile or show concern.  Eight and a half weeks
of growth in less than a week was a reason to be concerned, but he needed
to confirm the diagnosis and figure out how this could have happened.  He
pulled out his diagnostic node and waited for her to emerge again.

Quinna came back out again.  “I wish that anti-nausea medicine worked.”
Quinna sat back down on her couch.

Kylle stood up and began to scan Quinna’s abdomen, “There’s no substitute
for the good old-fashioned remedies.  If I may?”

He went over to the replicator and tapped some keys.  It hummed and a class
appeared with a liquid that was bubbling and giving off a vapor cloud.  He
walked back over to Quinna and handed the glass to her.

“I know what it looks like,” he said, “but I’ve never known it not to work,
on everything from Humans to Ferengi.  It’s a sodium bicarbonate mixture
with a few odds and ends that are, shall I say, proprietary.”

Quinna took the offered drink, “Thanks,” Quinna took a sip. “Has there been
a history of a pregnancy jumping six weeks on Bajor?  There was an incident
about 70 or 80 years ago, but the two events have nothing in common.  She
was Betazed, she had no visions of the prophets.  Is this dangerous?”  It
was true what they say when it comes to your kids… Quinna lost all her
medical aptitude.

“70 or 80 years ago?” Kylle said incredulously, “How old do you think I
am.”  Then he laughed.  “I seem to recall an event that involved an alien.
Is that what you’re thinking.  Some immaculate conception with the help of
alien intervention?”

“This is …  I cannot think of the appropriate words.  The initial scans
were not wrong.  You showed them to me.  How am I 8 weeks already?”

Kyllee changed the settings on his probe for a deeper scan and he made a
face at his findings.

“Well you’re not wrong,” he said. “But it’s more than just the fetus. Your
osmotic pressure of the cells in the uterine wall has aged eight weeks more
than the other cells of your body. It’s as if your womb went through some
kind of a time portal.”

“That is totally insane.”  Quinna bit her lower lip.  “Is the growth
continuing at an accelerated rate?”

He looked at the readings and shook his head, “Nope. Looks like everything
is perfect, just eight weeks along. Strange. Is there anything you should
tell me Quinna?”

“Like what?  I have not been active until about 5 weeks ago.  I did get my
shots like I am supposed…” Quinna looked at Kyllee, “Do you think that the
prophets are capable of this?”

Stev laughed, “I am the wrong Bajoran to ask that question of. I lost all
faith in that religion a long time ago.”

“I love Bajor.  I am not a religious convertee.  I see the Prophets as
wormhole aliens.”  Quinna took a sip of the concoction.  “Thanks for this.
It helps a bit, but still really nauseated.  Do you have sickbay covered?
I think I want to rest and debate my next step.”  Quinna said as she put
her feet up.

Kyllee smiled and went over to the replicator again. He returned with a
plate of a flat square cracker. “You might want to try and get something on
your stomach. These crackers are light and have some anti-nauseating
qualities. I’ll be honest, they don’t taste great, but they might help. You
take the day off. I’ve got this covered. It’ll be like I’m an intern again.”

He went to the door and switched off the lights. “Let me know if you need
anything.”

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(Posted by Kris B and Al M)
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