05-21-2025, 06:58 AM
Cassidy grumbled as Ellis rattled off his diagnosis. He knew this game. Starfleet officers were terrible patients, always bargaining for less time off duty. Doctors were even worse.
“You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” Cassidy replied with a cough. The dermal regenerator was doing its job. He could feel the searing heat on his skin starting to subside, replaced with a persistent tingling on the affected areas. He would probably be feeling that for days.
“We’ve still got more to do before the race starts, besides we can’t spare the beds,” he said, hefting himself up onto his feet. “We might be taking on patients from the other racers in addition to our own if these races are as rowdy as they sound. Not to mention the chroniton radiation that we’re all being hammered with already.”
He pulled the medical tricorder from his engineering jacket and turned it over in its palm. It was still functional, thankfully. He walked toward the young Science officer who seemed to be disoriented, his gait stiff yet steady.
“Looks like a concussion to me. Possibly a fractured nose, as well. You picked a bad day to practice gymnastics, Lieutenant.” He waved a light over her eyes, watching her eyes follow it. “I’ll give you something for the disorientation, but try to keep off your feet for a while.”
He loaded the hypospray with an anti-nauseant and pressed it against Papaver’s neck. He expected it to take effect right away. Otherwise, he would have to consider a more serious intervention. He flashed her a smile, always happy to spend time with a patient.
“Alright crew,” he said, looking firmly at the medical staff. “I want a vaccine against chroniton radiation distributed around the ship as quickly as possible. I also need this place triage-ready right away. By the way, I don’t want to hear another word about taking me off duty until this race is over. Nice try, Ensign.”
He winked at Ellis, then returned to his work applying a micro-suture to Papaver’s nose injury.
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“You’re not getting rid of me that easily,” Cassidy replied with a cough. The dermal regenerator was doing its job. He could feel the searing heat on his skin starting to subside, replaced with a persistent tingling on the affected areas. He would probably be feeling that for days.
“We’ve still got more to do before the race starts, besides we can’t spare the beds,” he said, hefting himself up onto his feet. “We might be taking on patients from the other racers in addition to our own if these races are as rowdy as they sound. Not to mention the chroniton radiation that we’re all being hammered with already.”
He pulled the medical tricorder from his engineering jacket and turned it over in its palm. It was still functional, thankfully. He walked toward the young Science officer who seemed to be disoriented, his gait stiff yet steady.
“Looks like a concussion to me. Possibly a fractured nose, as well. You picked a bad day to practice gymnastics, Lieutenant.” He waved a light over her eyes, watching her eyes follow it. “I’ll give you something for the disorientation, but try to keep off your feet for a while.”
He loaded the hypospray with an anti-nauseant and pressed it against Papaver’s neck. He expected it to take effect right away. Otherwise, he would have to consider a more serious intervention. He flashed her a smile, always happy to spend time with a patient.
“Alright crew,” he said, looking firmly at the medical staff. “I want a vaccine against chroniton radiation distributed around the ship as quickly as possible. I also need this place triage-ready right away. By the way, I don’t want to hear another word about taking me off duty until this race is over. Nice try, Ensign.”
He winked at Ellis, then returned to his work applying a micro-suture to Papaver’s nose injury.
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