Melting Clock: Med Bay's First Arrivals

[cityship]

Things had been running as usual down in the med-bay, and to first appearances, this week wasn't going to be different.

But first appearances could be deceiving. This week was going to be different. And as the next few days passed by, the Medical Department was going to find that they now had quite a situation on their hands.

[[ooc: Okay, so this post is just for the affected characters who go into the Med-Bay before Quarantine, the Medical peeps who volunteered, and also the people who bring in said affected characters. If you've already organised who you'll thread with for this, just put their names in the subject line. If you're happy for any of the Medical guys to tag in, then just put "Open". There's also an ooc planning post for this if you want to try and plot for this.

Also, please note that both in terms of the timeline, both Kon and Jeka will be the last two to be brought in, regardless of thread order - they're essentially the ones who'll show up right before Quarantine, and be the ones that clue in Medical as to what's really happening here.]]

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[aaaiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee]

Miranda nodded, and ducked out once again, before returning just after Tim finished talking. "I've sent someone to look through the city," she reported. She looked at Kon, concerned. "You..you've lost memories?"

She might now know much about medicine, but she knew that loosing memories couldn't be a very good sign.

[theboywhowaits]

Rory had been watching his patient, that was the only reason he'd noticed the hair lengthening as he prepped the arm to be scanned so he could set the bone.

"You said you healed quickly, does that include hair growth?" He glanced quietly at the young man he assumed must be from security, then back as his patient, moving the arm as gently as possible to the scanner so he could manipulate the bone. He couldn't exactly follow most of the conversation, it was obviously a private one.

"Thank you, Miranda."

Memories being lost, and what looked like a time slip.

He might need to call the Doctor.

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

"My hair changed?"

He reached up his good hand to his hair, self-consciously.

"It grows like normal."

Uh oh.

In answer to Tim, he said, "I don't know why I did that. Why I hurt everyone. I know it probably has to do with Luthor, because...you know. But I don't know what the connection is."

He'd forgotten that Luthor used command words.

Wincing as Rory worked on his arm, he said, "But it feels like at the time, I knew what happened. Back home, I guess. Now...I don't. I feel like...there was more. It's like there's a big hole. What happened back home doesn't fit exactly right with my time here. I don't know what was even there, but it's like there's a gap now, and enough's missing around it for me to see the hole."

[battorch]

It seemed that Conner was largely unaware of what was happening here-- other than that there was something happening. Tim's expression was somewhat stern, just because he was piecing this all together. Conner was obviously missing some information that he should have-- that he seemed to have had just moments before. And he was changing-- to match more of what he was saying physically.

Tim nodded seriously to his friend's explanation. This was definitely one case where what was not there was the biggest clue-- quite literally. "You're losing time," Tim said, almost suddenly. He just barely remembered a time when that notion would have been ridiculous-- but that was long since past. Especially here on the ship. "If things aren't matching up-- if you're literally going back then you can't remember that." It was a strange thought, but it made a certain amount of sense in context.

[aaaiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee]

"Time? You're loosing time?" Miranda said, blinking. Maybe...maybe whatever this was was like what her Time Record did, when she used it to restore people? Except her Time Record had never taken away memories..

But...she had to try, didn't she?

"Maybe...maybe I can help then?" she said, tentatively. "I...my Time Record, it can temporarily restore people. Normally I use it to remove people's injuries for a while, but I...I could try to use it to bring you forward, instead? I don't know if it'll work, but..."

[theboywhowaits]

Rory frowned, keeping most of his attention on manipulating the bone back into place and wrapping it firmly. "It'd probably be a good idea to try, but...if we don't know what's causing it, and we meddle with it, it could end up making the problem worse rather than better. Does that make sense? I know someone who is an...expert on manipulating time. Do you object to me calling them to look before Miranda makes a go at fixing it? It's possible, after all, that you're not the only one infected. If it is infectious."

All he needed was to be standing right next to patient zero on a time related illness.

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

"Last thing we need is me going berserk again, so I'm not sure I want it messed with until we know what it is," said Kon. "Call in whoever you need to."

[battorch]

Tim was somewhat hesitant-- just because he didn't know who this man was, who was an 'expert,' but in theory the skill sets on Stacy would account for that if nothing else-- and he certainly knew that he was, unfortunately, basically useless when it came to actually dealing directly with issues of time travel and related. And it wasn't like he would leave there.

"We can try that, then," he said, casting the male medic a glance before he turned his full attention back to Conner. "I'll stay, to monitor it."

[aaaiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee]

"O...okay," Miranda said. On one level she felt disappointed, that she wouldn't be able to be more useful. But they had to do what was best for Kon, right? And what if her Time Record really would make things worse?!

She didn't know if she could forgive herself for that.

"If you do want to try it later, though...if the man says it's okay, I promise I'll do what I can," she said.

[theboywhowaits]

"Yes, if the Doctor doesn't think it would cause any further damage, we should definitely try it. It's a useful skill, Miranda. Very useful, especially in this situation. But the possibly of negative interaction with the current condition makes me hesitant before someone better versed in matters of time than I am has a chance to look it over." He smiled at her, trying to reassure her.

He reached for the file after settling the arm next to his patient, frowning at it thoughtfully. "Mr. Kent, you said your metabolism would burn through any pain killers I tried to give you, is there anything we can give you to help with the pain?"

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

Kon shook his head.

"Don't worry about it. I heal fast."

He swallowed.

"There is, y'know, the problem of me needing to be restrained, though. We don't know what this is or...if it could trigger something else. So I want to be restrained. Red sun lamps and some normal restraints would do it. I--I don't wanna hurt anyone else."

[battorch]

It made sense that Conner was thinking about security, now-- and really, Tim would too, in his position. But he'd also made himself a sort of promise.

"They shouldn't be needed," Tim said, looking to his friend. He could understand the concern though. "I'll stand guard for you, but it shouldn't be a recurring incident."

[aaaiiiieeeeeeeeeeeee]

"If...if you are going backwards in time, then it shouldn't happen again, unless you start going forwards again, right?" Miranda asked, thinking about how her own Time Record works. "Because you've gone through that already."

[theboywhowaits]

He glanced at the young man he was becoming more and more convinced was part of security. "Are there any other points in time we might need to worry about, if he is rewinding? Because if he is a danger to himself and the rest of the crew, I'm inclined to agree with him until we can figure out how to fix the problem. Nothing offense, Mr. Kent, but the request for restraint implies that maybe you need it, even if in a few hours your don't remember why."

He nodded faintly, confirming Miranda's statement. "That's also a concern, if it reverses on it's own, whatever triggered the first outburst might come back around to cause more trouble."

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

"Rob, when I even met you, I spent half the time trying to flatten you thanks to Poison Ivy. If I'm losing time somehow, however it's happening, there's just been too many times I've been mind controlled by psychics or pheromones or evil demon monkeys attached to my back--you remember that one."

They'd run rampant all over Leesburg and made a helluva mess for Supergirl to clean up during their Young Justice days before they'd gotten free.

"We gotta play this safe. Red sun lamps. Restraints. Until we know how far this is gonna go."

Much as he didn't want to.

He knew why his friend was holding out, though, and he appreciated it. Who wanted to see their best friend restrained like some supervillain criminal? If their places were reversed, he'd be protesting it, too.

[battorch]

"Hnn." The noise was frustrated-- but resigned. As much as he hated to admit it, Conner had a point. With the amount of things they had gone through even just in the time they'd known each other they'd been through a lot; and he could certainly think of a number of times where Conner, at least, wasn't in control of himself. It was unfortunate but-- well, he was right.

"All right," he said, and turned to the two doctors. "Keep monitoring his condition then. I'll organise and set up the restraints." He'd rather be in charge of it himself, and not put it to Security as a whole. "I'll be right back," and with that he slipped away-- he was going to hurry, at least.