I broke something
Posted on Tue Apr 26, 2022 @ 9:52pm by Lieutenant Commander Zachary Addams & Commander Cullen Walker
1,091 words; about a 5 minute read
Mission:
We Will Take Care of You
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: (Backpost) 1 Day after Fancy Meeting You Here
Sickbay
Zach paused, a pipette hovering over a petri dish, as his pocket padd chirped for attention. He put his experiment down and pulled it out of the small pocket in his teal lab coat and activated the holoscreen. He watched the biometrics and the readings and sighed, shaking his head and returning it to his pocket.
Holodeck
Walker had been in the holodeck program he got from a DS9 Tactical Officer. It was awesome. His biometrics were sent to Sickbay because of the nature of the program. The CMO would have been notified the moment it was activated. It was the same program that they had yelled at Halvor about. The only difference: Walker made it to Level 8. The program shut down, but there wasn't an automated medical call, so no one died or was unconscious.
Sickbay
Walking into sickbay, Walker was in rough shape, but he had a look on his face prevalent among Klingons and even some Warrior families on Earth. He had a great time, breathing hard, but this was him post fun.
Zach had been engaged in a conversation with a nurse when she paled a bit and nodded past his shoulder. He turned to see Walker come in and mentally shrugged. "Room one please, Faith," he said. She nodded and headed off while he turned around. "Commander," he said. "I take it you need some patching up?"
Walker answered, "I did my favorite hologram. So, yes, Doctor."
"Well, if you'll head to Room One," Zach said, gesturing towards one of the exam rooms, "Nurse Carson will take your vitals, and we'll have Doctor P’k’ala look you over."
Walker nodded towards the exam room, "Hello Nurse." Normally, he was more controlled than to hit on enlisted and subordinate officers, but he was concussed.
Zach repressed the need to roll his eyes and looked to Carson. "Call if you require any assistance." He nodded to Walker. "Commander," he said by way of farewell and headed for his office, tapping his combadge. "Doctor P'k'ala to Room One for treatment."
Walker limped his way to exam 1. He flinched when he took off his shirt. You didn't need a tricorder, he had a bruise down his back and side after being thrown into a tree.
Nurse Carson stepped aside and opened her tricorder. "Have a seat, Commander," she said.
His Skeletal structure was very Klingon, extremely durable. His organs and nervous systems were the same. Outside of the redundancy, his brain was wired very Vulcan. He had aberrations in his code that would have flagged in the System. One of his human ancestors was a Eugenic, altered as an adult, not grown in a tube like the Singh Eugenics.
"Cracked ribs, extensive subdermal hematoma, mild concussion, dislocated shoulder," Faith said, sounding more and more concerned. "What in God's name were you doing?"
Answering her, "I have an awesome holodeck program. I got from a DS9 Tactical Officer. It starts out with PT. Then it moves on to a Ladder Tourament Martial arts program. It requires an academic and tactics component. I haven't beaten it yet. The opponents have gifts. Like a 20th Century video game." Walker looked at her, "One of them picked me up and bounced me off a tree before I could beat him."
"Well in the future, if you're this injured, please call for assistance from the holodeck. You could have done some serious damage to yourself. As it is, your shoulder may require surgery."
"I'll be sure to determine if it does," Doctor P'k'ala's reedy voice said as he entered the room. He took the tricorder from the nurse and looked at the readings on the biobed's monitor. "We shall see if the damage is not too extensive, but he will require some work. Please prepare the tray," he said.
Walker looked at the Doctor, "I'm strong. If it requires that you put me under, please take that into account. I get...", he thought about the best word, "grumpy, if I wake up and feel surgery."
"I am not exactly pleased by that prospect either," the doctor said. "However, I believe we can make do with localized anesthesia." He looked at Nurse Carson. "Please ready Surgical Bay 1 and return with a gurney."
"Yes, Doctor," Carson said, leaving.
Doctor P'k'ala looked back at the readings and sighed. "While we wait, I shall attend to this bruising so you can lie comfortably," he said, picking up the dermal regenerator."
Walker grinned, "Biology is Biology."
"Indeed," P'k'ala said, running the regenerator over the bruising. He was slow and methodical and within a minute or two, the bruising was gone, the tissue healed and the muscles repaired. "Now," he said, "stand slowly and carefully, and we will make our way to the surgical bay."
Walker got up and followed. He moved as if every step was planned. A lot of martial artists did that. "If we are walking, what is the gurney for?"
"We are not walking," the doctor said, "you are lying down." A moment later, nurse Carson came in pushing the anti-grav gurney and Doctor P'k'ala guided Walker to it. "Lie down carefully and we'll get you transferred to the bay."
Walker looked at him, "First you tell me to be careful. Then you shove me." He laughed.
The doctor picked up a hypospray and programmed it as he returned to Walker's side. "Now, I'm going to give you a good dose, and when you wake up, you'll be on your way to recovery. Any questions before we begin?"
Grinning, "Not my first surgery. Besides, I signed off on your crew evaluation. I know you got high marks. You wouldn't be here if the Captain didn't approve of you."
"Correct," P'k'ala said as Walker layed back on the gurney. He pressed the hypo to the Commander's neck and as Walker's eyes closed the doctor's antennae twitched in irritation. He motioned to the nurse to transport the patient and went to the CMO's office.
"Doctor Addams? Commander Walker is ready for surgery," he said.
"Thank you, Doctor," Zach said, standing. "I'll be in shortly."
P'k'ala nodded and turned to leave, then paused. "Out of curiosity, why did you have me conduct his examination.
Zach shrugged. "One of the perks of being in charge is delegation. Besides, your specialty in residency was proctology, was it not?"
"Yes?" P'k'ala said, confused, then he paused and let out a reedy laugh. "Understood."
Zach smirked and left his office to prep for surgery.
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