Angry Gods and Drugs
Angry Gods and Drugs
Summary: The CAG goes back for her doctors appoint and blood results.
Date: PHD053
Related Logs: RVendas Actin Funny

[ Sickbay - Deck 2 ]--------[ CEC Kharon ]
IC Time: Post Holocaust Day #53 OOC Time: Wed Jun 10 16:01:56 2009

The hatchway immediately opens into the larger room, though the muted blues of the room are complimented by the white sheets on the various beds lying at wait for any injured personnel, which are lain out in neat rows. Curtains are available around certain bed bays for examinations and privacy during them. Rows of lockers around the room are labeled in easy-to-read yellows that contain everything from surgical supplies to the basic items such as sterilized bandages. A counter to the Fore end of the room is the ships pharmacist and can dispense items like aspirin and ibuprofen to anyone who might need it. Behind the manned counter stands an electronically locked metal door that leads back to some of the more controlled pharmacological items. To the rear of the room is a specially designated and sealed 'clean area' for surgeries.
-=[ Condition Level: 2 - Danger Close ]=-------—-
Vendas Camille
[RW] Recovery Ward [H] Hallway

Vendas has agreed to keep her appointment. She's in her blues and looking squared away. Whatever she did afterwards seemed to settle her down and at least hold her over until now. She's sitting patiently on a chair by the hatch, her hands folded in her lap. Probably doing her best not to look pensive.

Camille didn't sleep all that well last night, which is rare for the peaceful middle aged doctor, but her time in the chapel was a strange one. She's waiting at the shared desk for the appointment, a slight smile crossing her lips as she sees the CAG step into the room. She stands up, a small white silk satchel in her hands as she heads over to the woman's side…"Major… come in… let's sit down, relax a bit, yes?" She motions towards a curtained table.

"Uh, yeah. Sure." She lifts a small smile to the Doctor and rises from her chair. She's probably long since-learned that going someplace private doesn't always mean bad stuff. But she sighs in resignation and moves off towards the curtain. She motions for the satchel. "Brought something to work today?"

Camille tugs the curtains shut, mainly because some of the other doctors don't really appreciate her cross-culture holistic medicine approach to certain things. So it's best to give such things in private. Once the woman is settled onto the sterile little bed, she offers up the bag of tea…"A gift for you… Blessed by Demeter. I know Apollo is your lord… but he is… Unhappy with you, sir. Demeter accepted the prayers, though. White tea. For rest and health… " Camille looks, for just a moment, haunted, as she speaks of her prayers to Apollo.

Vendas takes a seat and becomes quiet. People who have a similar understanding of religion seem to at least make her more comfortable. Its probably something pretty personal to her. She reaches for the teabag and smiles. "Thank you. Is there any hot water?" But as Camille continues the Major's expression becomes long and drawn. "Unhappy?" She holds her breath. "Explain." Its not a request. The God of healing isn't happy? Ohhhh shit!

Camille nods immediately, ducking out to grab the kettle she always keeps around and one of her own tea bags. She returns with that in one hand and two tea cups held by their handles in her other palm. She sets them down on the edge of the table by the bed and begins preparing the tea quietly, murmuring a simple prayer to Demeter as she goes. Once the teabags are brewing… still one left in Vendas' satchel for another night, Camille looks up to actually answer the questions. "When… I began preparations for your tea before Apollo and sending my prayers to him in your name… his flame was unhappy. The candle sputtered and eventually died, and the first batch of tea I made was… horribly soured. So…I returned to my goddess. She accepted your prayers… hence this tea. But… " Camille shakes her head slowly…"Have you offended your god, Major?"

Vendas lets her tea brew and steep, the steam rising from it until she's ready. So instead she listens in silence, her face paling. This has her more flustered than when she walked in yesterday. Her gaze eventually leaves Camille and settles on the wall. "I." It's all she says for a moment. She's trying to review everything in her mind. All that's happened. "I don't think so but it.. I mean, I've had problems reciting my prayers lately! I stumble on them or forget them. But I pray every night and every morning. Before I fall asleep and before I get out of bed. I do my devotions when I need to and spend time in meditation.." She trails off an looks to Camille, distraught as all hell. "I don't know how its possible! I gave over my body and soul to Apollo years ago."

Camille nods slowly, her brows furrowing as she studies the woman deeply. "I… do not understand. Possibly a… curse… of sorts. Why someone would do it… " She shakes her head, leaning over to smell Vendas' tea a moment, confirming it is drinkable considering how soured the previous patch turned out. She then offers the mug quietly and scoops up her own. "Conversely… Apollo is trying to tell you something. Perhaps it is time to move on… If you have not been well… and I am guessing you are not feeling well when you asks me to run tests for drugs and there are no drugs present, well… Sometimes we cannot all be warriors. Perhaps Apollo is telling you something.?"

Vendas shakes her head sadly. She's lost. "I don't have a clue," she laments. She reaches for the mug of tea with a nodded thanks and holds it in her hands, fingers looped through the handle. "I haven't felt like myself lately, no. But I can't accept that. He's the guardian of the flock. Its why I dedicate myself to him. I cannot abandon him. Nor can I abandon my own flock." Under peacetime, dedication like that might come off a little differently. Now, it might mean the difference between sanity and survival. "But you said there weren't any drugs present??" She lifts the tea and something odd happens. The handle cracks at both ends in one instant, crumbling to pieces in her hand as the mug moves to her lips. She tries to reach for it with her other but only tumbles it down the front of her dress uniform and onto the floor where the cup shatters. "Oh son of a bitch!" she whispers desperately.

Camille's about to speak, but then her mug… the strong, ceramic, durable, been around years mug… suddenly falls apart in the woman's hands? Were this a simply medical situation, Camille could far better hide her emotions. But it's not. The omens from the Gods are entirely too clear and any colour that was in the healer's face suddenly drains. She shakes her head quietly, "…just… Just sit, Major…I'll clean it… just sit." She whispers gently, trying to keep her voice steady and calm as she looks away, hiding her eyes and emotional reaction. She ducks out to grab a towel, returning a moment later. She hands one cloth to Vendas to dab herself off and uses the other on the floor. "No… there were no… Drugs present, Major. But I must beg… let me do further tests. Talk to me about what is going on… whether it is physically or with the gods I am possibly the only person on this ship who works in both words like this… And you should NOT be alone right now…"

Vendas just stares at the shattered remains of the mug. But she doesn't sit. When she stands, she backs away a few feet, not even noticing the piping hot tea dripping down her shirt.. and probably burning her. "Oh Gods. On no." Someone with this hard a tie to the Gods can't be faking her devotion. Its written across her face in the near panic - not a good thing for a CAG to show anyone. Its not until Camille speaks again that Vendas looks back to her. "No. No more tests. I think getting these tests may have only made things worse." She looks like a scared rabbit, ready to bolt. "It has to be the Gods. Something I've done. I.. I need to meditate. I need to find answers." Apparently she disagrees about being alone. She opens the curtain, ignoring the hot tea down her uniform still.

Camille reaches up, grabbing at the woman's wrist gently, strongly. "If you wish to do this the Saggitaron way, Major, we can do that too. We can keep this strictly on the side of the gods, though I highly doubt command will approve of that. But you are clearly not a well woman and I am not certain -WHY-… so I insist you let me do my job. However you are most comfortable with it being done. Do not let this go… you put your flock at risk every day that passes and you do not care for yourself. How can you care for them if you are ailing?" Camille's eyes are dead serious, her own devotion quite clear, strangely to both sides of medicine.

Vendas looks to the hand holding her wrist and her breath quickens. She's probably not someone who likes being touched in general. Her panicked eyes lift to Camille. "This isn't a treatable problem with modern or any other type of medicine! I've got a serious problem I need to resolve!" She knows she's not well. But she's amply more concerned about her position with the Gods. "If I die and I'm in poor status with Apollo, then what?! I can't live -or- die without him. I sure as hell can't do anything for my pilots without the guidance of his bow." She's becoming desperate, tugging her wrist back lightly. Or trying to.

Camille lets go of the wrist, her eyes levelling quietly with Vendas…"Do you think perhaps Apollo is unhappy because you -are- putting your flock at risk by not caring for yourself? I think getting whatever this is, physically, looked after… will help him smile on you again. Because you are no longer putting those whom you have pledged to care for in danger for your own weakness. Apollo will see through your excuses, Major. I am betting he already has." Camille counsels lightly, though ehr eyes are clearly worried.

The Major looks like she has a retort ready to fire. Target locked, missiles hot. But the desperate fire in her eyes flickers and dies like a candle being blown out. She lifts her hands to run through her hair as she looks back to the floor. The stress of this is suddenly crashing down on her like a ton of bricks. Hands turn to fists in her thick blonde locks and she collapses back into the chair. "My Gods. I.." She leans forward. "Doc, what do I do?? Help me." Her breathing speeds back up, heading for that panic again. The CAG sure isn't in very good shape.

"You get help, that is what you do. What you are finally doing… and you have come to the right woman. I'm here, and I'm not going -anywhere- until we get this solved." Camille states strongly, kneeling down before Vendas and gently, almost motherly, tucking the woman's hair back out of her face. "But you must listen. You must truly wish help… work with me. Pride set aside… excuses and lies. Because yes, you can lie to me, but you cannot lie to the gods and they are clearly involved already. So…work with me, alright? And we shall get you back to your flock. I promise." Camille's delicate palm rests tenderly, warmly against Vendas' cheek, making a pledge with those words… eye to eye, if the woman will meet her gaze.

The Major doesn't fight anything. Her brain is crashing into the ground every half second. The Gods are mad at her. Maybe. She doesn't know why. If they are. Apollo is mad about her flock? Is he? Or is it something else? The woman is incredibly tense. "I find hubris in selfish pride. My only pride is for others. That's who I am worried about. But I.." She finally lifts her eyes to meet Camille's. "I don't know what I've done. What I could have done! I don't know what you want me to do.." Her voice rises but she's trying to keep herself together - so far its a successful effort.

Camille shakes her head slowly, "I do not know. I will figure it out, though. I need you to tell me -everything- that has been happening. All your symptoms, all your difficulties with devotions… Everything. I can't start diagnosing anything unless I know what's going on. And I want to run more tests… make certain it's not a physical cause. We have to try everything… you have to be willing to work with me. No one can be healed without wanting health first and giving themselves to the process…Just like prayer. It does not work if you do not mean it." Camille murmurs tenderly, her fingertips reaching up to smooth reassuringly, almost motherly, through Vendas' hair again.

Vendas finally releases the fist-fulls of hair. Her hands drop and she leans forward with her elbows resting on her knees. This is not how she wanted this to go. "Frak," she sighs. "Everything? Gods, I don't know. I fly. I do paperwork. I drink sometimes. Sometimes a lot." She's a pilot. Some things are expected. "My devotions have been going wrong lately. Papers won't burn all the way. Offerings break or just disappear from my pocket. Candles go out." That's why it got her so bad. "I can't remember my oldest prayers. And worst? I feel alone." She sighs and looks to the wet spot on the floor. "Fine. Tests." She's resigned. "But in the meantime I think I need more religious help. If I've offended the Gods? Somehow? I need to make that right."

Camille remains kneeled before the CAG, her fingertips touching, near, close. The reassurance that Vendas is NOT alone in this, not at all, and Camille isn't pulling away or going anywhere. The doctor sighs quietly, a frown crossing her lips at the comment about the gods…"I do not know if you have or not…I have never seen them react this… Strongly before. But there is a Chaplain for a reason. He…he is a good man. He always has been." Camille affirms strangely. Maybe she has history with the man? "Speak with him… and you are welcome to my prayers, if you wish. I go every night. After third shift here. Bare feet, prayer robes…you may bring your own rituals. But you need not do this alone. Meanwhile, I'll still run tests. We'll see what else we can find. You're on the right path now."

Vendas sighs and nods a few times. "I'll see about it. I've talked with the man a few times before." She bows her head. "Thank you for the invitation. Its been a long time since I've done anything like that. I would occasionally host prayer groups back ten years or so ago." Vendas suddenly looks tired. And a little confused. She looks up and clears her throat. A hand wipes at her nose and she looks to Camille blankly. "Is there, ah, anything else? Doctor? I mean, that I need should know?"

Camille considers that, resting her lips together quietly, before shaking her head. "No… We'll see what else tests turn up. Hopefully nothing. And I will see you at prayers, then. I hope. It is a good step, I promise." She squeezes the woman's shoulders gently before finally standing up, offering a rather more tender smile. She doesn't totally hide her worry, but she seems confident they can figure this out.

Its a suddenly odd change in attitude. Maybe she's just quick on recovery. Maybe the Gods are frakking with her again. Maybe a billion things. But she nods a few times. "Right. Prayers. I'll keep at it." She clears her throat. "Anyway, I should get going. Thanks for, uh, everything." There's a soft shrug from the CAG. Hopeful.

Camille tilts her head, studying Vendas just a bit deeper, a touch of confusion on her brow…"Major… are you… Okay?" She asks gently, her fingertips lingering close to Vendas' shoulder, not exactly touching, but it looks like she's almost bracing for the woman to pass out…

Vendas, once again, looks physically fine. No drain of color or anything. "I'm fine. Why do you ask? Is there something I should know about?" Vendas doesn't seem too interested in the answer and she moves off for the curtain. "Anyway, I need to get back to work. Sorry to disturb you." She dips her head and moves for the hatch again.

Camille watches her go, biting her lower lip with a worried bit of a sigh. She doesn't say anything else, her arms crossing her chest, but it's clear she's not just dropping the issue. Finally, she shakes her head, moving back towards the woman's blood samples and cultures… just looking over the lab work. Waiting.

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