Against Doctor's Orders
Posted on Sat Apr 13th, 2019 @ 9:21am by Commander Hades,MD & Lieutenant JG Ilan Rol
1,450 words; about a 7 minute read
Mission:
Episode 97 - Cultural Exchange
Location: Various, SB 400
Timeline: MD 08 1500 (Memory Log)
ON:
Rol limped his way across the Promenade so that he could catch the lift that would take him to the habitat ring. He'd spent the morning in sickbay and part of the afternoon. Hades had gone off shift and he'd checked himself out against doctor's orders. He was shaken, in pain, and he just wanted to brood alone.
"Hey! You."
Rol turned slowly to see another Bajoran man standing a few feet behind him. Rol tried for a small as a feeling of Deja vu swept over him. "Yes?"
"Because of you, collaborator, my brother is in the brig."
Rol sighed, He had a feeling that he was about to be back in sickbay or worse. He couldn't fight, not in the state he was in. He watched in horror as the man moved toward him a blunt object in hand.
"I am not a collaborator!" He was tired of being called that by family, by friends, by strangers.
"Your sister is half Cardassian, you an heir to a Cardassian and your mother...."
The words didn't leave his mouth as he dropped to the ground. Rol looked up to see that behind the man was a familiar face that had just Vulcan neck pinched the hell out of his would be assailant.
"Mr. Nivar...."
"What are you doing out of sickbay."
Just as he was about to respond his legs seem to give out. Before he hit the ground he felt Nivar at his side holding him up. "Alright, back to sickbay."
"No! Please. I .... I just need to go to my quarters. Please."
Nivar sighed, "Fine. Where are they?"
Rol told him and they set out Nivar having to support Rol's walking all the way. As they walked Rol remembered how he'd met Mr. Nivar and the earlier incident that had brought him to sickbay.
Voices floated in and out of Rol’s ears as he floated in and out of consciousness. There were shouts, the sound of hollow thumps that carried past the oceanic roaring in his ears.
He could feel something wet and sticky on his face but what frustrated him the most was the confusion about where he was and what was happening. He’d been walking then someone had called his name and then the pain.
He felt a tug on his arm and moaned as pain shot through him but he couldn’t find what hurt. Was it his face? Was it his stomach? Was it his hands, feet, legs, maybe his back?
Several agonizing minutes later he felt something cool on his face. It seemed to relieve the pain. At least on his face.
There was a prick on his neck and then blackness settled on him and he floated free from pain just in a dark ocean where there was no light, no sound, and no pain.
Rol’s eyes fluttered open. He moaned as a pain shot through him.
“Easy.”
He looked up at an unfamiliar face hovering over him. “Wh….who a...,” his voice trailed off.
“Michael Nivar. I’m a guest…of sorts. I brought you to sickbay.”
Rol’s eye’s widened. He tried to sit up and was rewarded with a blast of pain through his body.
“Easy.” Nivar gently pushed Rol back down on the biobed. “The doctors said you shouldn’t be moving too much.”
“Exactly,” a familiar voice from the left said.
Rol watched as Hades walked over and checked the display above him. “Four broken ribs, cracked jaw, internal injuries and we had you in surgery up until half an hour ago.”
Rol looked at Hades with a bewildered expression on his face. It took a few minutes but it came back to him. His head turned towards Nivar, “You saved my life.”
Nivar shrugged, “It was nothing. I was there, they were hurting you and I stepped in.”
“Where are….”
A cold look shuttered his eyes. He hated innocent people getting hurt. He’d taken the assailants to the brig but he’d had words with them that had been more painful for them then him. They wouldn’t be bothering the Bajoran again. “They are in the brig I dropped them there after a chat.”
Rol watched Nivar smirk a bit….at least he thought it was a smirk.
“It seems they broke a couple of fingers while beating you, a wrist, and they slipped on your blood and got quite bruised up.”
Hades shook his head and rolled his eyes, “Yes that’s what happened.” He then turned to Rol, “Just rest if all is well I’ll release you tomorrow morning or this evening.”
Rol sighed and watched Hades go.
He then turned back to Nivar. “Thank you again. I am in you debt.”
Nivar held up his hand. “No debt. No thanks necessary. Why were they pounding you?” It was none of his business but he asked anyway.
Rol sighed, “My mother was a comfort woman for a Cardassian on Terok Nor, he died recently and despite her giving him a daughter he made me his primary heir and executer. They didn’t like that, I am a collaborator.”
He sighed, “Ah. You are not a Collaborator a victim of circumstances…I understand about that a bit. Not to worry, they will not bother you again.”
Rol sighed, “How are you so sure.”
Nivar raised an eyebrow. “I had a heart to heart with them. Trust me they understood.”
Rol smiled, “You are one scary man.” He looked at Nivar. “You don’t even know me.”
“I can sense you are a good person and nobody deserves what they did to you.”
Rol tilted his head to the side. “Are you Betazoid?”
“No. I am Vulcan.”
“But….”
Nivar smiled a little then. The smiled changed his entire face. “Lack of pointy ears a bother? That is a long story.”
Rol smiled back, “Well that and Vulcans can’t sense in the same way is Betazoids. They are touch telepaths…although there have been examples of the kind of Telepathy Betazoids have they can control the minds of others easily, implant suggestions.”
Nivar allowed himself a small smile again. “You seem to know a lot about my people.”
Rol blushed, “I am a counselor.”
Nivar looked down at Rol with what could be termed as a smirk. “Oh so it has nothing to do with the CMO over there,” he said pointing to Hades just down a ways.
Rol’s blush deepened. “I….I’m tired.”
Nivar chuckled quietly. “Not to worry. Your secret is safe with me. But just so you are not hurt down the line he does not feel the same for you. I would have sensed it if he did.”
Rol’s face seemed to droop. “I know it.”
Nivar sighed, “Nothing more painful than unrequited love. Trust me I know.”
Rol studied him.
“Another long story,” he said to question Rol hadn’t asked out loud.
Rol laughed wincing at the pain in his side. “Well I’m a counselor so I’m good at listening to long stories if you ever need to talk.”
Nivar gave a nod. “I’ll keep that in mind. Well Counselor Rol, it was nice to meet you. Recover well.”
“You too, listen….you saved my life. You have to let me thank you in some way.”
Nivar shook his head. “No thanks necessary. Feel better Mr. Rol.”
Rol watched as Michael turned. “Mr. Nivar…you might want to remove the black Starfleet badge if you are not trying to advertise you are Section.”
Nivar turned and removed the badge slipping it in his pocket. “Thank you Mr. Rol.” He turned and left.
Rol sighed and suddenly he felt tired. He closed his eyes letting sleep take him.
They arrived at Rol's quarters just as Rol's trip down memory lane ended.
They entered Rol’s quarters and Nivar helped him to the sofa setting him down gently. Rol looked up, a sheen of sweat coating his brow. “Thank you again…you saved me.”
Nivar shrugged. “I have a few things to take care of will you be alright here?”
“You’re going back for the one that just tried to attack me.”
Nivar didn’t deny it. “I have things to take care of. I will check on you later counselor.”
Rol watched him leave and felt back onto the pillow. He needed sleep. He’d all but ran away from sickbay and he had a feeling Hades would hunt him down but now he just needed sleep.
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