[USS Tempest] "Stranger Patient's One May Never See!

[CmdrSkyler@xxxxxxx]

"Stranger Patient's One May Never See!"
Lt. PK Tomilson, Lt. Jord and Prylar J'lar
 
Only  an hour left. Jord thought to himself as he sat in his quarters. The 
place  looked quite desolate, barren of any extra features to spruce it up.  
Hopefully this place will look a little more homely, I'm sure Althorn left  
some 
of his belongings behind, assuming he's still not there.  
Realizing  again that the station may not be uninhabited, Jord decided it was 
high time to  pay the Jem'Hadar a visit. After all, that stupid hulking 
warrior practically  worshiped his race. Fetching the remainder of the 
Ketracell-White he had stored  away, Jord made his way towards the Jem'Hadar 
quarters and 
rang the chime,  keeping the white hidden behind his back. 
 
The turbolift opens, and there between the storage hold  and the bulkheads, 
there is a mighty fine mess.
 
So much for prim and proper officers. Some  soldiers The corridor a mess 
though the fact the door is still open at this  early hour. In full view the 
computer is active and in recording to make matters  worse. Some one sure left 
in a 
hurry
 
Wait a large figure, what was first assumed to be a  pile of laundry, lies 
collapsed to the deck; must've passed out with the pain. 
 
Carefully Jord made his way over to the figure, making  sure to keep his 
distance unless he were to suddenly rise again. Once within  what Jord judged 
to 
be a safe distance he called out to the hulking figure, whom  he only assumed 
to be the Jem'Hadar. "First Prylar, can you vouch for your  loyalty?"
After a few moments of silence Jord steps quietly over to the body of  the 
Jem'Hadar and injects the white into him. Stepping carefully out of the way  
the 
Vorta watched carefully as to how the man would react. 
With but a termination signal from comms J'lar's  quarters, indeed the entire 
corridor, remains quiet. 
With  a sigh Jord taps his comm badge carefully. "Computer, 2 for emergency  
transport to sickbay please." As he watches them disappear.
Going over inventory PK was oblivious to her surrounding's,  at least until 
she heard the familiar whine of a transporter. Turning around she  saw Lt. Jord 
and Prylar J'lar. The Vorta was standing next to the Jem'Hadar, who  was 
laying on the floor.
"What the hell...? What is going on?" She grabbed a  tricorder and began to 
scan J'lar's body. According to the tricorder, he was  near death or something 
closely related. She yelled for Logan to help get him up  on a bio bed. Once 
that was done, she initiated the diagnostic arm and watched  as it came out 
from the side of the bed and across the man's large chest.  "Computer run a 
full 
diagnostic on Prylar J'lar."
As the computer ran the diagnostic, Logan had gone to  retrieve a cortical 
stimulator, which he placed on J'lar's head. "Prylar J'lar  has minimal 
neurological function."
"Fucking great." Moving to the head of the bed she initiated  the cortical 
stimulator at increasing increments until the monitor showed some  kind of 
neurological activity coming from his brain. She then turned to Lt.  Jord, 
"Just 
what the hell happened to him and why did you wait so long to bring  him to 
sickbay?" 
 
"I do not know what happened, I found him lying in the  hallway by his 
quarters. I believe this is a reaction from a lack of white, but  I am unsure. 
As 
for why I waited so long? I did not wait long at all, when I  found him I 
injected him with some white and when he did not react I transported  us here." 
He 
spoke rather plainly, obviously not understanding why PK was so  angry. 
 
"Let me see if I have this straight. You injected him with  Ketracell-White, 
not knowing if he had been on it or off of it for any extended  period of 
time? You could have killed him. So much for being a changed person  Lt. Jord."
PK turned and walked back to the bio bed. "Computer run a  metabolic scan, 
looking for signs of Ketracell-White." While waiting for the  results PK did a 
search of J'lar's body, where she found a packet of  information. Reading it, 
PK almost went ballistic. "You moron. He has been  without Ketacell-White for 
almost nine months. You just injected him with his  first dose. No wonder he is 
in his current condition. He is having an allergic  reaction to your 
injection." 
 
"An allergic reaction?" Jord's voice had a hint of confusion  in it. He is a 
Jem'Hadar is he not? They are all naturally set to handle  white without any 
problems. He stepped over and read the console's  information. "All Jem'Hadar 
are designed to handle the Ketacell-White drug no  matter how long they have 
gone without it. His body should be reacting normally  to it. No, not an 
allergic reaction, though perhaps it could be a change since  he actually 
receiving 
the correct dosage of the nutrients he needs." 
 
"Well, your fucking information is wrong. This man is not a  normal 
Jem'Hadar. He doesn't need the white like all your other trained animals.  You 
may have 
just caused him irreversible damage. Get the hell out of my sickbay  or I 
will call security."
 
PK turned her back on the Vorta and resumed her care of  J'lar. With any luck 
she would be able to reverse any damage already done. 
 
Jord  just simply nodded and turned towards the door, smirking to himself 
quietly.  "Interesting how people can go from respect for one's accomplishments 
to hatred  and malice, so quickly as well." He said just loud enough as he left 
Sickbay.

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