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Thea Queen was basically waging a one woman battle against the man known as Ra's Al Ghul and was actually holding her own. But as the apartment was trashed, weapons were thrown around and Thea had just grabbed her bow was he pulled the final touch as he sent the sword through Thea. In the process she crashed through her coffee table as a light seemed to engulf the young woman. All she could hope for was Oliver finishing Ra's Al Ghul off since she knew her brother, things just got very personal.

"Now what?"

The bright light that had just been in Starling City dropped a just stabbed and beaten senseless young woman (dressed in clothing circa the 21 century and typical of a young woman from the period) into what reminded her of a lounge, a future form of the club she ran maybe? But that was when her body overruled and before she could ask what had happened she passed out, quickly crashing into a column and hitting her head in the process.

But thankfully whoever finds her would find an ID in the pocket of her leather jacket along with the recently grabbed bow and arrows (abet a bit bloody) that had somehow made the trip. Hopefully someone finds her fast since the stabbing is not helping things at the moment.

[ooc: Thea will wake up once sickbay goes online!]

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Tom was enjoying a cup of coffee and trying to decide if he should introduce Jim Kirk into the world of Captain Proton when he looked down at the floor to find a woman. Bleeding. Badly.

"Q. Great timing as usual. " Tom bent down onto the floor, his hands hovering over her, before tapping his comm badge.

"Paris to Sickbay, medical emergency. I have a new guest here in Ten Forward, young woman. Looks like a stab wound of some kind." Tom scurried over to grab one of the emergency medical kits stashed in the lounge to try and help until the actual doctors came. Since, the Enterprise was lucky enough to have more than one of those now. And there's were real.

"Hey," Tom looked at Thea. "Help's on the way, just hang on alright?"

Edited 2015-07-13 19:51 (UTC)

"This is Doctor Beckett. I'm on my way."

Carson motions for a pair of nurses and a stretcher, grabbing his med-kit. About four minutes later, they come rushing into the lounge, heading straight for Tom and his patient.

"What's the situation, son?"

"One of Q's latest I bet. She just appeared. Clothing seems to be about 20th or 21st century-- although I don't remember bows and arrows being rather fashionable then." Tom held up her gear, having kicked it away from her just in case.

"ID says Thea Queen," he replied shaking his head. "Never heard of her. But she doesn't look like she's in the best of shape."

"Has she been conscious since appearing here?" Carson asks, tricorder out, starting his scan, and reaching for his med-kit. "She seems to have catastrophic hemorrhage, I'll need to stabilise her before we move her."

He does motion for the nurses to come closer with the stretcher.

"She shouldn't need transporting to sickbay, but keep an eye on her vitals. Any of them dip below, don't hesitate to call it." Carson orders, bringing out his instruments. "Yes, doctor." The nurse replies, taking the Tricorder.

Tom shook his head. "Not really. I tried to talk to her but she faded out pretty fast. I just would like to know where she got these weapons. They're not exactly standard 20th century issue. They used firearms during that period, with a powder based explosive propellant. This is a little more 'rustic' than she should be using. "

Tom stepped back a bit to let Carson do his job, while he talked to the computer. "Computer, any information on Thea Queen?" 'Negative, no information on Thea Queen present.'

"Alright, so she's not from our universe. Hey Doc," Tom peered closer at the bow and arrows. "These look used -- they're not replicas or museum quality. She was planning on using them. Or maybe already had. Like I said, bows and arrows aren't really my thing."

"Not right now, Mr. Paris." Carson replies with an even tone as he starts using a cellular regenerator to start patching up the wound enough so she can be transported. "Five minutes. If you want to help, can you pass me the dermal regenerator?"

"Ahh right, sorry. Our Doc could multitask a bit better." Not really just how horrible that sounded, Tom grabbed the dermal regenerator and passed it to him.

"Aye, well, your doctor was probably from this time period." Carson mutters under his breath, frowning as he concentrates.

"Nurse, stats?" He asks. "All green. BP is returning to normal." "Alright, let's get her to Sickbay. Up on the stretcher." Carson grunts, getting to his feet to allow them access with the stretcher.

"Our Doctor was a holographic computer program." Tom said helpfully. "Um, speaking of which, do you need help? I used to help him out on occasion." Tom asked, standing rather idly by, wonder if he should be following them back to sickbay or go back to his Captain Proton problem.

"Wonderful. Being compared to a computer. I should be so bloody lucky." Carson replies, dryly. "The nurses should be able to take over, and enlist a Starfleet doctor to assist. I'm still not up to speed on the bigger equipment."

"Hey, your bedside manner is better. Barely. But better. Take it as a compliment." Tom stepped back so the medical staff could do their job, packing up and putting away the emergency medical kit he had grabbed.

"Don't feel bad. I'm not exactly a surgeon myself....Although I shudder to think that the only thing that stands between me and that fate back home is the Doctor and a computer malfunction. I wonder how many backups we have..."

"You weren't my patient." Carson notes, matter-of-factly, moving over to his own med-kit to pack it away, handing it to a nurse. "I, on the other hand, earned my doctorate on surgery and genetics... three hundred years ago."

"You know for a man over 300 years you look pretty good." Tom joked. "Seriously though, thanks for helping out. I'm just a pilot. A damn good one, but still. It doesn't usually involve patching people up."

"Temporal teleportation will knock years off of you." And he shrugs slightly. "It was my pleasure... and it is what I'm here for."

"Hey," Tom nodded to him, curious. "How've you been adjusting? Since you are a little out of your comfort zone, by about 300 years? That's bound to mess you up. Hell, it's messing me up and I'm from this universe. "

"Well, I'm sort of used to stuff like this happening." A pause. "And that's bloody depressing to say." He shakes his head. "I wasn't exactly abducted from a 21st Century hospital."

"Well that explains your extra great coping mechanisms. Sometime you'll have to tell me all about it. But, honestly, if you need anything, or if I can make the transition here a little easier, let me know. I know what it's like to feel out of place."

That was the understatement of the year.

And this is a sudden turn around. He offers Tom a smile, actually pleasantly surprised.

"Thanks. I think I'm settling quite well, but the offer's appreciated."

"Well, you know where I am. Or if you don't I'm easily find- able. Comm badge and all." Tom packed the emergency med kit away. "I'll let you get back to work. And your patient. But thanks again."

"Aye, same to you. I'll let you know what happens with her." Since Tom was the first responder and all. He might be interested.

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