OOC: Please note this log takes place just before the log titled "SD 240411.29 Joint Duty: Log Ens Carpenter AMO / LtCmdr Summers CMO". Thanx! - Mercedes =/\= Cargo Bay 2 =/\= The room was an organized chaos, with biobeds laying across the entire cargo bay like the casualties at an evac station in a warzone. Acheson was on one of the biobeds, having been evac'ed from the Pack Mule. The pollen had yet to be purged from his system and the affect was obvious. He tried to stand up, wobbly. "Ensign, we need to get out of here. There are Borg everywhere." He reached for his phaser and tried to fire, only to feel an empty holster. Luckily, someone had the good sense to disarm him. "I'm unarmed. We need to do something!" "Oh god, not another one," Mercedes muttered under her breath. Having a bruised larynx was enough for one day, she didn't need a phaser wound to add to the drama. Walking over to Acheson, she reached up and injected him with a hypo while and ODA officer restrained him. "Don't worry Nathan, the Borg can't harm you here. You're safe," she said. Standing back, she looked at him. "Do you know who I am? Do you know where you are?" He tried to jerk against the restraint of the ODA officer, but stopped when it became clear that the action was futile. He turned to her hesitantly: "I'm on the Chimera. We must've been boarded. No ... wait we weren't boarded. But I'm on the Chimera. What is going on? What happened to all those alcoves I saw?" he looked confused. "They're not real," Mercedes began to explain. "They're hallucinations. This may not make a lot of sense to you now, but trust me. You've inhaled a pollen that's making you see hallucinate. What I've injected you with will help you relax and make it go away. It won't be long." "Pollen ... inhale ... hallucination?" The words seemed a jumble as the medication began to take affect. "Pollen ... but I'm not a bee. Only bees and hummingbirds on Earth ingest pollen. How could I have?" he turned to her. "Bee... what? No, no, there are no bees here. It was a flower..." Mercedes saw clearly that trying to explain was going to be useless. Acheson struggled, as the mechanical restraints held him to the biobed. "I need to get back to duty. I need to go to the tactical station to open fire on the Borg pollen." "I'm sorry, Nathan, you're not going anywhere. Please try to rest. You'll feel better soon and things will start to make sense again." Mercedes looked at ODA officer. "Keep a close eye on him," she whispered. =/\= 3 hours later =/\= Nathan looked down, to see his arms were in restraints. The past few hours were a haze, as the psychotropic neurotransmitters had played with his synapses for the last several days. "Is anyone here?" Mercedes had just returned from the main Sickbay when she walked into the Cargo Bay. Behind a section that had been cordoned off with crates, she heard someone speaking. "Can you let me out? I think I'm doing a lot better. I don't see any Borg." "I'm here," Mercedes replied, coming around and pulling out a tricorder. "Let's see how you're doing Mr Acheson." She scanned him and noticed that his dopamine levels were stabilising. "You seem to be doing a lot better now. How are you feeling?" "A lot better." he stopped resisting the restraints and stared helplessly into the lights on the ceiling of thar cargo bay." "I'd like to keep you here for a while still, just to make sure everything is all right. You were exposed for quite some time to the pollen, so I just want to be certain there aren't any side-effects." "Can I go to my quarters and wear a neural monitor, instead? I really wanna get out of here." he asked. Mercedes thought for a second. "All right, I suppose you're no danger to yourself anymore. But as soon as you start feeling strange, contact me, ok?" She reached over to a tray and picked up a small neural monitor that lay conveniently close by. Placing it on his temple, she activated it. "I'm going to patch this through to Sickbay. Make sure you get plenty of rest." He nodded. "Yes, ma'am." and walked out of the cargo bay, heading for his quarters. =/\= END LOG =/\= Ens Mercedes Carpenter AMO USS Chimera & 1Lt Nathan Acheson CTAC USS Chimera --- Outgoing mail is certified Virus Free. Checked by AVG anti-virus system (http://www.grisoft.com). Version: 6.0.802 / Virus Database: 545 - Release Date: 2004/11/26