A Visit from the Captain (part 1)

Posted on Sat Jul 29th, 2017 @ 8:22am by Commodore Samantha York & Lieutenant Alexandra Alves M.D. & Lieutenant JG Lita Williams M.D. & Chief Warrant Officer Jemner

1,235 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Pulling Together
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: After T'Pral's Surgery

ON

Samantha waited until T'Pral had woken up from her surgery to stop by Sickbay and see how she was doing.

When she walked in, she first looked for a doctor to ask about the Engineer's condition.

It was a rough day for Alexandra and the rest of the medical staff. They were still trying to figure out what happened to T'Pral and what did exactly Mr. Jemnar do to her. Both the engineer and the nurse were lying in their respective biobeds, under close surveillance. Their condition was stable - at least for now. Who knows what kind of surprise could this day still hold for them?

"Captain," the doctor turned around when she saw Commodore York entering.

Lita couldn't help but poke her head up in keen interest at the announcement of York's arrival. The ACMO had been eager to continue her work of carefully monitoring T'Pral's progress in light of her miraculous recovery. The harsh disfigurement that had ravaged the Vulcan's flesh struck a cord with the young Doctor. There would be cosmetic surgeries in T'Pral's future. Many. Particularly if she chose to completely undo all the damage that had been done to her face and body. Such a long term course of treatment was a special type of trauma that Lita understood all too well.

The ACMO cautiously stepped out from the bedside to watch the CMO and the Captain, careful to keep a respectful distance as she 'studied' the PADD she held.

"I came to see how T'Pral is doing," Sam said, taking in the situation in sickbay. She noticed another body on a biobed and moved to see who it was. "And Mr. Jemnar?"

"The Lieutenant's condition is stable.", the doctor explained in a professional manner, "Thanks to Mr. Jemnar's intervention, it seems she'll make a full recovery." At least, we hope, she added in herself. Then, with a puzzled look, Alex turned her attention towards the other ailing crewmember. "As of Mr. Jemnar... I have to admit, I honestly don't know what happened... what was it that we've just witnessed. I'll have to bury myself in our records regarding Minaran physiology. Which are sparse and fragmentary, to put it mildly."

"I know," Sam said quietly, looking at Softtouch. "But it would be up to him to explain it to you. I'll just say it's a genetic trait." She watched his vitals for a moment. "It looks like he's stable. That's good."

Sam looked at the two doctors again. "How serious was T'Pral before Mr. Jemner...assisted?"

Lita bit the inside of her cheek. She didn't know this woman very well. Sometimes the commanding officers liked the facts, no frosting. That could be really scary sometimes. Other commanders liked everything wrapped up in a nice, big blanket of hope and good feelings. Still the truth, just packaged a little more carefully. Williams brought the latest readings over to Alex, deciding it best to let her make the call on how to present the gravity of the situation. She gave the Captain a respectful nod as she handed her PADD to the CMO. "Assistant Chief Medical Officer Lita Williams, sir. It's a pleasure to meet you," she said. She swallowed, her eyes flicking to the nearby patients. "Considering the circumstances, of course."

"Ma'am," Sam corrected. "If you don't mind. I prefer to be called ma'am or captain. Or Sam." She wondered if she should inform the young doctor that she didn't bite, or if it was too soon for that? She decided it would be better to wait and let the new doctor get used to the ship first.

"The Lieutenant had serious internal injuries. Internal bleeding. Severe trauma. Fragmentation injuries from the blast.", Alex took over the word, replying to the Commodore's inquiry, "Mr. Jemnar did a smaller miracle.", she added, still somewhat in disbelief.

Sam looked over to Jemner. "Yes, so I see. Thank you."

Michelle had tried to keep herself busy, organising her sketches, tidying up her pastille box, sharpening her charcoals, even cleaning her art rags. Softtouch was way past due for date night, he had at least let her know about the surgery but even for that things were going overtime. Now she was getting really nervous, should she try his comm? She paced the floor, not even her music was keeping her calm at this point. Jem had never been this late without calling first. Surely he could not have forgotten date night, could he? Suddenly she found herself walking out of quarters with her sign language PADD in her hands and seem to be on autopilot. Before she knew it she had walked into sickbay, and was rather absent mindedly looking around for Jemnar.

She noticed the Commodore in the Sick Bay and gave a nod of respect wilw looking about.

"Jem!" Michelle just about squeaked as she spotted Jem on a biobed and not looking fantastic. She raced over, tears filling her eyes. "Oh Jem! What happened to you? Surgery should not have been that rough?" She came close enough to the biobed to see him but hopefully not trigger any alarms or anything.

"He'll be fine," Sam said, intercepting the woman. "He overexerted himself. He'll sleep it off." She nodded to the woman. "I don't think we've met. I'm Sam York."

"M-Michelle Rogers, Linguist department." Rogers replied quietly, most reserved in her manners. "HE was late for Date Night so I came to see what was holding him up?"

"Ah, so you're in communications," Sam said. They didn't have a linguist department, but her skills would most likely fall under communications. "I don't see many from your department unless they do a bridge rotation." She nodded to Jemnar. "You're welcome to sit by him. He'd appreciate your presence."

"Thank you ma'am." Rogers said with a relucant smile. "I work mostly with the Universal Translator Program." Rogers moved towards a chair next to his bed close enough to Jem to keep an eye on him. She curled up with the PADD to start trying to work at learning signs to pass the time. Something was not right and she just had a feeling about it. Jem missing date night was as good a reason as any to stay by his side.

Warmth near him; he could sense it as his body hurt a bit; the healing was not without cost, he had he knew the Vulcan would pull through and his own body had healed the wounds but he had expended so much of himself, his essence needed time to make back the lost energy. Rest would do that, were he home others would megle with him and lend give of themselves to aid his recovery, but he was alone now, lost from his people and that bit of 'Home.'

His hand felt a source of warmth; familiar and caring like he had felt recently; sh was close to ihm and that always made things better; he could bask in thw armth of her affections; it soothed him in his sleep and helped him feel not alone...

Jemnar's hand had reached and touched Rogers' hand while he remained in a slumber, his sleeping expressing softening a bit more.

(To be continued...)

Commodore Samantha York
Commanding Officer

Lieutenant Alexandra Aleves
Chief Medical Officer

Lieutenant JG Lita Williams
Assistant Chief Medical Officer

Chief Warrant Officer Softtouch Jemner
Nurse

Lieutenant JG Michelle Rogers
Linguist

 

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