Impatient
Posted on Sat Oct 29, 2016 @ 8:08pm by Lieutenant Nicole Anderson & Fleet Captain Rhea Kennit
793 words; about a 4 minute read
Mission:
The Fall
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: 8 Days after encounter with the cube.
Dressed in grey and blue sweatpants and tshirt, the Captain stood with arms outstretched, undergoing a strength assessment test which required her to resist the machine and prevent the two 'arms' from forcing her to lower her arms. The pressure increased slowly, starting at 10 lbs and rising, 20. 30. 40. 50. 60. Higher and higher the weight pressure rose, 150 lbs. 200 lbs. ... and still the Captain showed no sign of strain. Her El Aurian half gave her longer life, greater strength than her human side.. and the Borg increased that as well..
Her eyes on the Doctor, after a moment the Captain asked, "Satisfied yet?"
"Of course not," Nicole said, putting on an air of professional frustration. "You insisted on being taken out of traction twelve hours early, and you should have been in bed for another two days. But, I'm just a country doctor on this big, modern ship, so what do I know?" She shook her head and disconnected the sensors from the Captain's body.
"And what is the prognosis, then, Doctor?" the Captain said.
Nicole huffed. "You'll live."
"That's your professional opinion, I hope?" Rhea said.
"Mixed with a bit of old-world judgement," Nicole said, smirking as she helped the Captain down to the deck. "Your body is recovering faster, now that the worst has passed, but you're going to find yourself tender in about ten minutes once the muscles realize what they've just been through. I'd suggest a long, hot soak before you go back on duty. I may do that myself." She yawned slightly and reached into her uniform top, pulling out her flask and taking a long swig.
The Captain arched one eyebrow, leaning against the bio bed behind her and commented, "Drinking while on duty Doctor...for shame."
"It wasn't alcohol," Nicole said cryptically, putting her flask back in her breast pocket. "Now, should I bother telling you to go have a lie down in your quarters, or will you be too busy throwing yourself back onto the bridge with all due haste?"
"Now what would make you think I want to rush back to sitting on the Bridge staring at the viewscreen waiting for someone else to show up and start shooting at us?" Kennit drawled in response.
"Oh rubbish," Nicole said, grinning, "we both know you wouldn't wait, you'd go find something to shoot." She sat down in a nearby chair and crossed her legs, her smile faltering. "What's our next move?" she said.
With a shrug, the Captain answered "The data we retrieved has been transmitted back to Helios Colony. We will continue our exploration course as planned. After all, we're stuck out here. We need allies, a source of supplies..."
"A way home," Nicole added, nodding. "We do have some contacts out there. It might behoove us to be in touch with them before we strike out to parts unknown again."
The Captain shrugged, "Perhaps. Perhaps not..." Distracted by something, Rhea gazed at her hand for a moment before flexing fingers. "What do you think? Nails painted red or nails painted black?"
"Red. It'll cover up the blood," Nicole said, then her eyes narrowed. "Are you all right?" She stood up again, holding up her tricorder threateningly.
Seemingly ignoring the Doctor, after a moment the Captain answered. "You just spent almost an hour scanning me in great detail with your 'Tricorder of Doom.' Shouldn't you know by now if I'm all right or not?"
"Rule One: Everyone lies," Nicole said. "All something has to do is flare up. That's how things sneak up on you." She flipped her tricorder open again and scanned the Captain's hand, then took it and began massaging it gently. "You think everything's fine, you let your guard down..." she tweaked a tendon and the Captain jerked her hand back reflexively. "And something gets you," Nicole said, working the kink out of the tendon and scanning the Captain again. "But what do I know? Just a simple country doctor, as I said, no one listens to me. Don't strain the hand for a day or two," she said, patting the Captain's hand then folding her arms.
"If you are just a 'simple, country Doctor' then that would make me a Nun," Rhea responded in a decidedly annoyed tone of voice as she felled the offended hand.
"Well, go with God, Sister," Nicole said.
With a snort of laughter, the Captain performed an elegant courtesy with an imaginary skirt and then turned to exit Sickbay. Making a sweeping motion with her hand, she said "Peace be with you my child." and then walked to the exit and departed sickbay.
"That'll be the bloody day," Nicole said and reached back for her flask and another swig.
JP
Captain Rhea Kennit
Commanding Officer
Nicole Anderson
CMO
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