==Commander Michael Denton Chief of Security( Retired), Temp NRC ==
Mike wasn’t comfortable about removing his shirt in front of a young lady that he didn’t know. Not because of his many scars, or his Nordic tattoos, or even his chubby belly, but because he was a bit old-fashioned. He didn’t know if the Doctor was married or a single young lady. Mike was nothing if not chivalrous
Mike sat there. He wasn’t sure what the Doctor meant when she said, "I understand you feeling self-conscious because of your injuries, Commander, but no one here is judging you. But, and I say this kindly, maybe this will make sure that you recognize your limits. Fighting someone a lot younger and equally skilled may not have been the most prudent of choices. You have no broken bones, and this treatment will relieve you of your pain."
Recognize my limits, recognize my limits, is she saying I’m old?
Mike wasn’t sure how to take that. Yes, it was true, Jez was younger, but still, the Doctor didn’t have to say it like that.
Mike felt self-conscious about being shirtless, but it couldn't be helped. He looked down at his ribs and lower abdomen. There was a huge bruise; it resembled a rabbit, all that was missing was a carrot.
That Little Heks (Witch), she branded me!
Mike tried to process what he was seeing. How in the world did Jez manage to hit him in the right places, with the right force to create what looked like a bunny? All that was missing was a goofy little smiley face.
She must have had additional training, thought Mike, it was the only logical explanation. Mike couldn’t bring himself to accept any other reason, like he was distracted by his thoughts of Andrea or the investigation of the Valkyries.
Mike watched as the Doctor worked on him. Her hand held a Dermal Regenerator and watched as she used what he knew as Anti-inflammatory Gel on the bruises. One of the nurses gave him a hypo spray with what he assumed was an anti-clotting agent. The CMO completed the treatment and handed Mike back his shirt. "I'm not judging you, sir. Sometimes it can be good to push your body's limits, but for the next day, I would go easy. I have healed most of the damage, but your body's systems are mildly overstressed." Said the Doctor.
Mike noticed the CMO had a warm smile again. "If there is anything further, please do not hesitate to ask. You are released, sir." Stated Doctor O’Shea.
Mike felt so much better after he was treated. His ribs were a little tender, but not like they were when he came in. Mike put on his shirt. “Thank you, Doctor, I feel so much better,” Announced Mike.
Mike put his shirt on. “Oh, Doctor, can you tell me where the ship's Barber is located? I'm overdue for a trim?” Said Mike. In reality, Mike wanted to get the gray dyed out of his hair and beard as he wants to look nice when Andrea returns.
== Tag O'Shea.==
Mike wasn’t comfortable about removing his shirt in front of a young lady that he didn’t know. Not because of his many scars, or his Nordic tattoos, or even his chubby belly, but because he was a bit old-fashioned. He didn’t know if the Doctor was married or a single young lady. Mike was nothing if not chivalrous
Mike sat there. He wasn’t sure what the Doctor meant when she said, "I understand you feeling self-conscious because of your injuries, Commander, but no one here is judging you. But, and I say this kindly, maybe this will make sure that you recognize your limits. Fighting someone a lot younger and equally skilled may not have been the most prudent of choices. You have no broken bones, and this treatment will relieve you of your pain."
Recognize my limits, recognize my limits, is she saying I’m old?
Mike wasn’t sure how to take that. Yes, it was true, Jez was younger, but still, the Doctor didn’t have to say it like that.
Mike felt self-conscious about being shirtless, but it couldn't be helped. He looked down at his ribs and lower abdomen. There was a huge bruise; it resembled a rabbit, all that was missing was a carrot.
That Little Heks (Witch), she branded me!
Mike tried to process what he was seeing. How in the world did Jez manage to hit him in the right places, with the right force to create what looked like a bunny? All that was missing was a goofy little smiley face.
She must have had additional training, thought Mike, it was the only logical explanation. Mike couldn’t bring himself to accept any other reason, like he was distracted by his thoughts of Andrea or the investigation of the Valkyries.
Mike watched as the Doctor worked on him. Her hand held a Dermal Regenerator and watched as she used what he knew as Anti-inflammatory Gel on the bruises. One of the nurses gave him a hypo spray with what he assumed was an anti-clotting agent. The CMO completed the treatment and handed Mike back his shirt. "I'm not judging you, sir. Sometimes it can be good to push your body's limits, but for the next day, I would go easy. I have healed most of the damage, but your body's systems are mildly overstressed." Said the Doctor.
Mike noticed the CMO had a warm smile again. "If there is anything further, please do not hesitate to ask. You are released, sir." Stated Doctor O’Shea.
Mike felt so much better after he was treated. His ribs were a little tender, but not like they were when he came in. Mike put on his shirt. “Thank you, Doctor, I feel so much better,” Announced Mike.
Mike put his shirt on. “Oh, Doctor, can you tell me where the ship's Barber is located? I'm overdue for a trim?” Said Mike. In reality, Mike wanted to get the gray dyed out of his hair and beard as he wants to look nice when Andrea returns.
== Tag O'Shea.==