Shore Leave - An Internal Affair
Location: USS Asger, Sickbay
R'Tan walked out of the Counselors office, with a sigh of relief, he walked to the nearest computer panel. He punched up the location of Sickbay, and headed for his Physical.
After a few moments, he arrived and entered. He looked for the first person he saw. "Um, excuse me. I'm looking for the Chief Medical Officer."
Nim smiled quickly, tucking her hair back behind her ear as she turned to face the body belonging to the voice. "Hi, yes, that's me. Lieutenant Nimeeh Vixil, but call me Nim. How can I help?" she asked with a warm smile. "Sorry about the chaos, it's been a bit crazy in here lately."
R'Tan approached Nim with a smile on his face. "Lieutenant... Nim, I am Lieutenant Commander R'Tan, the new Intel Chief. I'm checking in for my on-boarding physical." He said as he handed her a PaDD with the orders on it.
"Sure," Nim grabbed the PaDD and thumbed into it, scanning the information quickly. "Why don't you grab a seat on the bio bed over there, let me get my tricorder and we can get started. "How long has it been since your last physical?"
He sat down with a look of concern. "To be honest, I'm not a fan of doctors, so..." He thought for a minute. "It's been a while. I think it was the last time I was required, so over two years ago."
Nim raised an eyebrow slightly as she flicked open her tricorder. "Really? You know you're supposed to have at the very least an annual checkup?" she chastised gently. "And you know, not all doctors are that bad, I mean, I really don't bite, I much prefer to nibble," her voice took on a light hearted tone as she finished speaking. "Now, any concerns since your last physical?"
He instinctively shied away from the tricorder, as if it were going to bite him, or even nibble. With a slight nervous smile. "Don't be offended doctor, it's just..." He looked around. "Between you and I, any time I go to the doctors, I think they are going to put me in the big bed and close that thing around me."
He started to look a little more nervous. "You see, I don't tell many people this, but I have a very strong affinity against being in closed off places. So unless the doctor forces me in, or i am ordered my a superior, I tend to stay away. My last Chief of Medicine was a humans and he called it a mix of claustrophobia and white coat syndrome."
He took a deep breadth before continuing. "As far as concerns go, I have nothing I am concerned with."
"I'm assuming you have a rather high pain tolerance threshold Commander?" Nim asked with a shake of her head as she held the tricorder aside. "You seem to have injuries that look rather recent."
"Oh that." He said with a nervous nod. "I went a little too hard on the holodeck while waiting for the ship to come in. I may have fallen wrong, but I'm sure I'll be fine. It's been 4 or 5 days now."
"Uh huh... Well, it's not fine, you have one cracked rib, potentially a second. The way the first one has cracked you're lucky the bone didn't splinter. Honestly, do you have any idea how dangerous a fragment of bone rattling around your pleural cavity can be?" Nim admonished. "Lay back on the bio bed. I'm not going to trap you in, but I am going to heal it, right here and right now. Sorry, this is not negotiable Commander."
R'Tan got more nervous. "Yes Lieutenant." He said as he slowly laid back on the bed. A bead of sweat formed on his head, and his heart started to race. "As long as you don't close the clam shell."
"Stay still and relax and let me finish this or you're going to cause more damage to yourself," Nim chastised gently. "I told you I wasn't going to lock you in, and I won't, but I need to heal this bone, okay?"
"OK" He says with a breath. "While I am here, maybe working will get my mind off things. Would you mind if I ask you about the situation on the planet?"
Nim bristled visibly at the question, one that from the look on her face alone was clearly unwelcomed. "I'd rather not discuss that right now," she said, her voice suddenly becoming eerily quiet.
"I'm not here to lay blame, or find fault in what happened. I understand you did what you had to. I'm trying to find out what happened so I can find out who did this and bring them to justice. I would like to know what you learned?"
"I've filed my reports, as has everyone else that was unfortunate enough to be on the surface. You can read them at your leisure I'm sure. In the interim," she snapped the osteo stimulator open and activated the device. "I'm sure you have other things you can discuss to distract you from necessary medical attention."
"I did read the reports. It was very informative. I understand your reservations. We do not need to discuss it now. I will be happy to schedule time later to talk about it more formally. May I ask about the survivors? How are they doing?"
"I think you misunderstand Commander," Nim replied, her voice taking on an almost icy edge. "I'm not going to talk to you about it. Not now, not later, not ever. Everything I have to say on the matter is in my report. End. Of. Story." She drew in a sharp breath, biting off the next words she was about to speak as she finished healing the bone. "You're all done. It was a mild fracture but it will need to be followed up in about seven to ten days anyway, just to make sure it has healed well. I'll schedule you an appointment and you will be notified when it will be."
R'Tan sat up. "I apologize doctor. I did not mean to push. I understand, and will inquire no more from you. This was not my best of first impressions, but sadly not my worst." He stretched around and took a deep breath. "That feels much better thank you." He got off the bed, gave an apologetic nod and headed towards the door.