Orion Rehab

Posted on Sat Apr 26th, 2014 @ 9:09am by Commander Aztala Germond

Mission: Episode 3 - Winds of Change
Location: New Bajor Station Hospital

Waking up in her hospital bed, Aztala thought back over the past week. She had been reckless on the bridge of the Cassiopeia and had been shot up pretty badly. She lost her left leg and left arm, and though they were able to replace them and repair most of the damage, she wasn't coping too well with the repairs and healing was slow. On the bright side, she was able to at least shield one member of her team.

Starfleet had also assigned her the equivalent of a desk job. She was no longer the XO of the Diligent, which in part was due to the ship being blown up. Instead, she was the Chief Strategic Operations Officer for a nebula class. She wasn't sure how or what was going on, but she knew it was being named Unification and being given to Captain Lambert. In a way, she was thankful for the reassignment. It was a mostly lateral move to a somewhat pointless job, but it would give her time to recover and hopefully get over the nightmares that had come back to haunt her. She just hoped the new counselor would be good at their job.

Pulling the sheet back, she grabbed her cane and swung her naked legs out of bed one at a time. The artificial skin was a perfect match and just looking, there was no way to tell them apart, but she knew... she knew all too well... As advanced as Starfleet medicine was, they hadn't solved the minute intricacies of the Orion nervous system and she had very little feeling on the left side of her body and still had to wear an eye patch over her right eye while they tried to get that healed.

Standing, she no longer had her confidence of movement and surefootedness. Her cane in her right hand was the only thing keeping her steady enough to feel confident to walk to the lavatory on her own. Her legs moved well enough and they supported her, but without that feeling, she had no way to tell how she was controlling her new limbs. Slowly she made her way to the lavatory and stepped into the shower. Smacking her left hand against the soap rack numbly, she said 'ow' merely out of reflex, not actually having felt anything. She didn't like taking these showers 3 times a day, but the doctors said it was good therapy and the water would help her learn to cope and possibly even get back some feeling. She just wanted it all over with.

Throwing the nightgown on the restroom floor, she turned on the water and let it run down her body. Moving her cane to her left hand, she ran the fingers of her good right hand across the almost invisible scars at where her new leg was attached. Genetically identical, they even aged it to the right point and adjusted the melanin levels perfectly. The skin nerves just wouldn't reattach properly no matter what they did. Sighing heavily, she proceeded to go through the prescribed therapy showering, cleaning herself in the process. On the bright side, they had regrown her hair perfectly and it was once again down to her knees.

Once she was out of the shower, she made her way to the full body mirror just outside of it and looked herself over, looking for scars. Unlike yesterday, the only 3 she could find was her right eye and the rings around her left arm and left leg. The rest had all but been erased by the last dermal regeneration treatment.

Heading to the clothes rack, she pulled on her uniform jumpsuit and some slip on boots specifically made to help with her recovery. She had them talked into releasing her to the care of her ship after one more treatment in a few days for her eye, so she was looking forward to seeing this ship she would be serving on. Cane in hand, she stepped through that hospital room door, an air of calm collected-ness about her.