((Sickbay))
 
Rockwell: You passed out when you tried to stand up, so I would advise laying
down.  I won't put the restraints on you if that means anything.
 
Blanton: Suits me. Thanks, I just don't like the feeling of being  restrained.
So what caused me to pass out?
 
Rockwell: I'm not sure yet, I've run some tests... ::Rockwell looked up to see
Cruise glaring at him::  I mean we've done some tests, but we have yet to
analyze them.
 
Blanton: ::moving his hand to his right side:: I feel sore here... well, more
than sore... It's like a throbbing pain.

Rockwell: That's strange, your head is split farther back then that, do you know
if anything unusual has happened to that side of your head?

Blanton: I don't know. I suppose anyone could have hit me there in the scuffle.
 
::Rockwell put on a pair of gloves and walked over to the Sergeant::

Rockwell: So you way that it is throbbing right here. ::Rockwell leaned over to
get a closer look at the man's skull.  He noticed three light scars on the top
of his head in the shape of an upside-down triangle, but they weren't the type
that a blunt object would have left.  Rather, it appeared that they were made
with a very fine surgical knife or laser.:: Sergeant have you had brain surgery
before?
 
Blanton: No. Why?
 
Rockwell: Where did you get these scars then?
 
::Jay tried to think of an explanation, but for the life of him couldn't
remember anything that would have caused them.::

Blanton: I don't know, could have been in a bar fight when I was drunk, or in
battle when my adrenaline was high. I just don't remember.
 
::Rockwell lightly touched the soft spot on his head.  As soon as he did that
Jay's right arm briefly spasmed.::
 
Rockwell: Cruise, please restrain the Sergeant.
 
Cruise:: Smirking:: Right away doctor.
 
Blanton: ::combative:: NO! You said no restraints!
 
:: While the nurse was restraining the man's leg's Rockwell, still leaning over
Blanton's head, decided to give the soft spot one more probe.  Immediately Jay's
abdominal muscles contracted, flinging Blanton's torso up and his head right
into Rockwell's.  Rockwell fell backwards and hit his head against the ground,
while Blanton toppled over and hung from the side of the bed with his legs still
strapped down.
 
Cruise::Yelling while trying to keep Jay's legs from slipping out of the
restraints:: Someone help!
 
Blanton: ::incoherently:: Daisha... Dai... ::He lost consciousness.::
 
::Rockwell, with a slightly blurred vision, saw someone help Cruise lift Blanton
into bed, then secure the rest of the restraints.  With a half-hearted effort,
Rockwell tried to get up, but then decided to just stay laying on the ground.::
 
Anyone: Response
 
((OOC: Tell me what you think, I don't want to do anything to your character
that you don't want))

( OOC: Do what you want to challenge yourself. Just don't kill him. *lol* I'll
roll with the punches.)

TBC/TAG

Sgt. Jay Blanton
SFMC
Simed by
Major Kassa Quay
Asst. Chief Marine Officer
USS Discovery - B


    




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