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Keira sighed as she looked over the panel, blinking a bit as she tried to make sense of what was going on. The earpiece she wore produced nothing but silence and that meant that it would be another long, boring shift. The redhead was able to drown out the noises on the Bridge easily enough, focusing on her work the best that she could.
But another wave of nausea hit her and she found herself focusing on keeping herself from up chucking all over the panel in front of her. Maybe Daryl had been right, maybe she should have put in for an extended leave from work but the last thing she wanted to happen was ending up on another planet for her leave or God forbid, a star base away from him.
Keira was certain that she would be able to power through the morning sickness and the first chance she got, she'd make a point of stopping by sickbay to see if there were any medications that she could take that would ensure that she'd be able to work her shift properly.
Just because she was knocked up certainly didn't mean that she wasn't capable of doing her job.
"You might want to move out of my way, just in case..." Another wave hit her as she said this, afraid of who she might actually throw up on.
It was quiet on the bridge. It was also about time to get on the bridge. After all, he was supposed to be there when the Enterprise had her maiden voyage. But his sister gave him lungworm while packing because she had picked it up from some of her classmates. Thankfully, though, because she would have been on the ill-fated Farragut instead of with him in Starfleet Medical. Now they had gone their own ways, as was initially planned, but he and Amy still kept in regular contact. Father was working in the Kelvin Memorial Archives for some reason – but it paid the medical bills for his mother.
Anyway, it was quiet. One’s mind could run rampant in this type of monotonous quiet. TK had to stifle a yawn or two before he realized someone might have seen. Finally, he rose from his seat and stretched, moving back to where the communications station was. He had not worked with a pregnant woman before but there she was, determined to keep things together. Her cheeks were pale, though, and she wasn’t looking good. Of course, it wasn’t his place to tell the Assistant Communications Officer she needed some time off. She needed to rest and be a mother. But, it seemed the fiery redhead was determined to keep working. And pushing through the morning sickness.
Before he could say anything to her, she spoke first. He was in the middle of stretching his back a little and looking at the screens when he realized what she said. “Hey, are you alright?” He asked, wanting to help if he could. It was relatively quiet and he was certain there was probably nothing going on over the comms. After all, it was pretty dead out there right now in the middle of nowhere. Instead of heeding her way and stepping out of the way, he stepped closer. Damned that first aid training. “Why don’t I get you down to medical, hmm? I’m sure they can help you …,” he started trying to offer to help, outstretching his hand.
It wasn’t the first time it had happened and it probably wouldn’t be the last. As he stood there, covered in vomit, TK blinked at the woman. At least none of it got on his face this time, so that was a plus. “I’m not a doctor, but I don’t think you should be working right now, ma’am,” he kept his arm outstretched, although bits of sick had made it across his sleeve. TK was just worried about her and wanted to help her out. It wasn’t that complex to fly the ship and he could be away from the station for a moment. Someone else had already filled his spot when he stood to stretch, anyway.
Keira did the only thing that she could really think to do the moment she felt as if she was going to vomit and that was shaking her head. No, she wasn't alright, especially when she needed to work. But... there was another part of her that knew this wasn't a good idea. Not just for herself in this condition but also for those she worked with. Catching a bit of a break with the nausea, Keira went to straighten up, intent on answering Timothy when the unthinkable happened.
Not just all over the floor, but on her fellow crewmate and his nicely pressed gold uniform. "Oh, God..." Keira started, not sure what else to say as she was afraid of saying much more. What if she vomited all over him again?
"Medical?" Oh no... no... Keira knew what that meant. The Chief Medical Officer would have her head, she just knew it. But she also knew that she really wouldn't have a choice on the matter because she highly, highly doubted that the Captain would care for her getting sick all over the place.
That and well... the smell.
Finally, Keira gave in. "Okay. And the name is Keira." She quickly added before grabbing onto his arm mostly to steady herself. That's when she noticed the sleeve of his uniform. "And I'll... have that pressed and dry cleaned." She managed a soft smile. "Your uniform, I mean."
Timothy should have seen this coming. When you offer to help a pregnant woman who is almost green with morning sickness, you should certainly expect the aftereffects. But as he stood there, covered in her vomit, hand outstretched … Timothy sighed slightly. The smell made him immediately stop breathing from his nose, just out of habit. He had been to enough drunken parties and smelled enough vomit to know when to start mouth-breathing just on instinct. She seemed like a nice enough woman, but TK was certain the captain would not appreciate having her on duty in her condition. She should have been on bedrest or something, not up here ignoring her symptoms.
Then again, it wasn’t like he knew anything about ignoring symptoms and trying to carry on with work. Even when he had lungworm, he still tried to report for duty because the Enterprise needed their chief helmsman. That sickness had caused him the chief position and it went to Sulu. Alright, Hikaru was a nice enough guy, but that didn’t mean TK was any less sore about his current posting. Sure, he was still on the bridge and still got to fly the ship, but it was different. He wasn’t on Alpha shift but rather Beta. He wasn’t the chief. TK didn’t complain about it, though. That sickness had saved his sister’s life. She hadn’t gone off to her ill-fated ship. She had stayed at Starfleet Medical with him while they healed.
She was still alive.
And hopefully this woman would be cooperative in getting her down to Sickbay. The flash in her eyes at the mention of medical made him arch a curious eyebrow. She was probably avoiding the fair chief down there. Doctor McCoy. Not much of a conversationalist, at least around him. Then again, the two hadn’t had the opportunity to get to know one another. Not like he clearly knew the captain. The once or twice he had filled in for Sulu on Alpha shift, the doctor was buzzing around talking to the captain almost incessantly about this thing or that. He seemed extremely competent in his work and would no doubt take good care of … Keira. “Timothy, but most folks call me TK,” he offered back, switching his hand around to grab her elbow as they locked arms so she could steady herself.
“It’s alright. Not the first time, probably won’t be the last,” he flashed a warm smile, moving with her slowly towards the turbolift. “I’m sure your husband wouldn’t appreciate you overworking yourself,” he nodded towards her, knowing that she was married just from seeing her husband dote on her in the hallways and such, having only seen the couple in passing on a handful of occasions.
Keira looked to him when he gave his name. Ah, he had been the one that Sulu had replaced due to his being sick... but the redhead wasn't going to bring that up. Almost everyone knew about it and if they didn't they were sure to find out about it sooner or later. But this wasn't about Mckenna, this was about her and his need to get her down to sickbay before she covered the entire bridge with sick.
Though, she was sure that was a complete exaggeration.
"Still..." It wasn't fun, she knew.
As they moved toward the turbo lift, she made a bit of a noise as the male mentioned her husband. Of course, Daryl wouldn't be happy. "Yeah, he certainly wouldn't be pleased."
And when he found out that she'd had to be escorted to sickbay? Keira really didn't want to think about it. Because not only was she inconveniencing herself-- but two men in the process.
Daryl would be sure to let her hear about it, she knew.
"Well, I should at least say thank you in advance, right?" Keira asked, as they managed to get into the turbo lift.
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