Pacifica #162"
By: Q, security officers
, [NPC]
Samantha Carter, Security Officer, [RNPC]
Stardate: 58206.15 1615
Sam had been doing her rounds when she was alarmed by screams coming from one of the crew quarters. Not thinking anything off it she ran to the direction the sound came from and found herself in front of the door.
“ Computer override doorlock Carter alpha 2,3,4.
When the door opened Sam thought she had landed in some sort of a nightmare, a Klingon female was squatted to the floor and howled as another contraction hit. It was Ro’sha the wife of Q’tor one of her fellow security klingon officers.
Sam walked up and kneeled down; the klingon woman grabbed the front of Sam's uniform and pulled her closer. "NEVER HAVE CHILDREN!" She screeched at Sam who felt about to cry herself. She pulled Ro'sha' braids away from her face again and tried to soothe her as best as she could.
"Where is the doctor?" Sam asked the nurse who had come in shortly after her, the nurse was somewhere around Ro'sha's knees doing something Sam was sure she didn't want to know about.
"She's on her way, don't worry. If it gets too close we'll call up the holodoc, but everything is going just fine. This is all perfectly natural-" The nurse tried to explain when Sam interrupted.
"The *hell* it is! People don't go through this kind of pain in this century! It's not the dark ages! The kid has to be ripping her apart or something!"
The two nurses chuckled which made Sam all the angrier. Another few minutes and she'd grab K’tor’s ceremonial knife and demand at the top of her lungs that someone help *her* patient. As if sensing her nerves Q’tor put a large hand on her shoulder and gave Sam a conciliatory shake.
"Why don't you take a few minutes to yourself?" He told her, giving her a gentle nudge towards the door.
"SHE STAYS!" his wife ordered
Q’tor’s hand went back to her shoulder. "Sorry, you stay. Can I get you a drink?"
Sam looked hopeful. "Vodka? Double shot? No? I'm fine then." She wiped her brow then did the same for Ro'sha. "I just need one as *soon* as we're done here." Q’tor mumbled a few gruff words but she could almost swear there was a 'me too' in the mix.
Ro'sha screamed again, verbally stripping away Sam's last few nerves. Her eyes were wide, mouth pursed to launch into a stream of threats at the nearest nurse when the other finally called up Bones to intervene. It took a moment for the simulation to pick through the various audio assaults going on in the room, but eventually it turned to address Ro'sha who was already in the process of bearing down.
"Good." The hologram told her, his hands clasped behind his back. "You're doing exactly as you should do-"
Sam didn't hear the rest. She was far more focused on the fact that she couldn't feel her hand Ro'sha was squeezing it so hard and there was a sudden large amount of blood. In it's midst was a squirming wailing pale brown form that sounded somewhat like a mix between an angry wild cat and a red alert klaxon. It hissed. It screeched. Sam wasn't at all sure that it was supposed to do that, didn't babies just cry like everyone else did?
She nearly fainted when they snipped the cord then wrapped the baby in a blue swaddle cloth to hand it to the smiling Ro'sha who had recovered from life-altering pain far too fast. For a brief second Sam reaaaalllly was upset with her. She'd left bruises all over her arms, probably broke her hand and held her hostage via guilt and the woman looked about to bust a seam she was smiling so wide.
Q’tor looked equally smitten with the little wriggling bundle. He took the baby from his wife and tucked it into his arms. The baby looked so small and in it's father's arms it was very nearly comical. Sam was caught in the moment, unaware that Q’tor had focused a proud look on her and was moving closer until the bundle of blankets was being shoved into her arms. "Take Bra'tac."
"No no no no no.. I can't- No!" She wrapped her arms awkwardly around the baby. One look down in the blankets and she was enchanted by the tiny nose and mouth and perfect little face. She was absolutely in love. "Ohhhh, Q’tor he's is so cute.."
Q’tor put an arm around Sam, nearly crushing her bruised arm. You witnessed his birth and you can tell him about it if we should die so he would not forget us. You will do this for us, yes?"
Sam rocked instinctively from side to side, rocking the fussing baby. "Uh huh, yeah.." Not that she heard two words that were said to her. She was suddenly struck dumb by the wonder of nature and how something so perfect had suddenly been thrust in her arms.
One of the nurses took the baby from Sam who was grinning like an absolute fool when Q’tor steered her back to the edge of the bed. Ro'sha took her hand which at that point in time registered in Sam's mind that yes: it was in fact broken. She winced, turning towards the nurse only to see the proud papa draw his blade for the third time that day and motion meaningfully towards her.
"Damitt all! Why does everything you people do have to include someone bleeding?"