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Day 2 - Semi-Finals >> Early morning >> Busy Mornings...
(Message started by: Doc_Meadow on Feb 19^th, 2005, 12:21pm)

Title: Busy Mornings...
Post by Doc_Meadow on Feb 19^th, 2005, 12:21pm

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From T'lai and Doctor Meadow

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T'lai looked at the doctor. "Have you got something to make my head stop hurting so much?" She asked with a slight growl in her voice.

Meadow refrained from grinning. "I didn't think Klingons could feel pain," she spoke in a conversational tone as she filled her hypospray. "I could stomp on your foot, make you forget about the pain in your head... Or, I have drugs," she offered.

T'lai glared at the doctor. "If you stomp on my foot, I could break your neck." She snapped. "I didnt come here to be ridiculed. We are alive and we have feelings too." She said in reference to being klingon.

“Break my neck, and there won’t be any drugs for you,” she scorned. “Drugs it is then. Please say you’re willing to sit still for this.”

To pull the doc's leg, and to see how she'd react, she jerked away from the doctor. "Don't get that thing near me." She said.

“Hm,” Meadow made a small shrug, “I do have other patients to attend to.” She turned to head towards the bowels of sickbay. "Must not be that bad..."

T'lai sighed. "I was just kidding with you." She said.

“Fair enough. Though you must understand, my last Klingon patient pushed me to the side, several times.” She returned, injecting the contents of the hypo into the woman sitting in front of her. “It will take effect almost immediately.”

T'lai winced slightly as she injected the stuff in her. "Think of this as an honor... Its not every day that I come to a doctor." She said quietly. She took a deep breath and exhaled through her nose. "Something is wrong, I can smell fear in the air." She said. She then noticed that the pain had gone away. "By the way, You can tell Ceres that I came here for my check up. I was suppose to have a check up..." She said.

Meadow gave a short laugh, “This wasn’t a check-up; no deal.” She positioned herself in front of the chair. “Though I can conduct one in a matter of a few minutes.”

"Ok." She said.

“When was your last check-up,” Meadow asked, she started a record on a nearby PADD.

"About 2 days ago." replied T'lai.

“And Ceres is… the CMO of the ship you serve on?”

"Correct." T'lai sighed.

“Check-ups are normally scheduled for ever six months to a year, and upon reassignment to new ships, not every two days,” Meadow explained, slightly confused, but still willing to perform the exam.

"She told me to come back so she could make sure everything was in order." She replied. T'Lai then leaned back in her seat, as she began to feel slightly uncomfortable with all these questions from this doctor.

It was the answer she needed, and Meadow nodded. “The scans will take just a minute, two tops. Results will come soon after.” The tricorder whirred, and Meadow watched as the reading came back. “You will heed my advice?”

"If I must..." T'lai said.

“Eat food--any food--alive, dead, fried, or raw. You are undernourished. Drink water. Water, not bloodwine, not synthanol, no spirits of any kind. Water is your friend. Dehydrated and malnourished Klingons cannot win battles and live to celebrate them.” Meadow took a step back. “Otherwise, you pass the check-up. Technically, this isn’t a pass, and I’ll recommend another follow-up on your record.”

"Ughhhh..." T'lai grumbled. She hated visiting a doctor. "I did eat." She said with a huff.

“Eat, plural… A balanced diet, every six to eight hours. Bloodwine is not a dietary supplement.”

T'lai glared at the doctor. "Don't tell me what I can and can't eat." She grumbled.

"Then don't come in here complaining about a headache and expect me to clear your medical file for your CMO without a proper exam. Headache..." Meadow scoffed. "That's your only pain?" The results of the scans were in, and she knew the answer to that question.

T'lai frowned. "Sorry.." She grunted. She then held out both of her hands which were neatly bandaged, thanks to M'Rek. "Here." She replied.

Meadow turned, pulling a stool over to where she stood and sat down. Taking one of the Klingon's hands into her own, she unwrapped the bandages and began the repairs. She was tempted to make comment on the subject of temper tantrums and the need for less of them, but thought better of it. "Your stay on the station pleasant so far?"

T'Lai glared at her. "Alright.. I fell on a pile of broken glass." She said and watched the doctor work.

"Sure..." Meadow started on the second hand. "I didn't ask what happened. I'm far better off not knowing, I'm sure."

T'Lai leaned up close to the doctor. "Are you assuming that I am a liar?" She sneered.

“I would never be so presumptuous as to assume anything,” Meadow answered, lifting more glass from the hand.

"I can see it in your eyes. You don't believe me." She snapped. T'Lai winced slightly as she felt a pain in her stomach.

“Regardless, there isn’t anything you’re going to be able to do about it.” The dermal regenerator was in use again.

"Ugh..." She groaned. "why does my stomach have to start hurting now?" She asked to no one in particular.

"I should say, it probably has something to do with the untreated stab wound," Meadow answered, nonchalant.

T'lai glared at Meadow. "It was so treated, by my doc aboard the meH'Haj." She said in a sharp voice. Though she neglected to mention how their medical equipment wasn't the most recent.

"If it was treated properly, I wouldn't know about it, would I?" She finished with the Klingon's second hand. "Time to lie down."

"I'm not laying down." She protested. "I was nice enough to follow you in here, but laying down on that... thing... that's a different story." She retorted.

“There’s an oath I took when I received my doctor’s title, and that was to cause no harm to the patient. There is nothing to fear with regards to that bed.” Meadow motioned. “It is neither alive nor conscious in any form. And, so far I’ve treated your head and your hands, why not your abdomen? …and then, maybe that bruise; free of charge.”

T'Lai rolled her eyes. "Fine." She mumbled and laid down.

Meadow took care of the bruise first, the easy work done quickly. Then she took a closer look at the “treated” wound. The infection would only get worse. “Local anesthetic,” she mentioned as she gave an injection with the hypospray. “You won’t feel a thing.”

"Why would I need to feel a thing?" The Klingon demanded.

“The infection is quite advanced… might hurt otherwise. Minor surgery,” she hit the controls for the restraints to keep her patient from protesting physically. “We’ll be done soon.”

"SURGERY!! What for???" She demanded. T'lai struggled slightly as she felt herself suddenly unable to move around.

“Progressive infection,” Meadow worked fast. “Nothing I haven’t seen before. Your doctor should have caught this though. Left untreated, death is a reasonable option. No honor in dying due to infection, is there?”

Title: Re: Busy Mornings...
Post by Tlai on Feb 19^th, 2005, 1:06pm

((This is a JP between Doc Meadow, T'Lai, and M'Rek))

T'lai grunted. "Just make this.. thing... hurry up." She said, wanting to get off the bio bed as soon as she could.

"Indeed," Meadow agreed, "I've had enough of your company," she joked, but then her expression turned.

T'lai looked at the doctor as she noticed a changed expression. "What is it?" She demanded.

"Did you know you ... were ... pregnant?" she chose her words carefully.

T'Lai's eyes widened. "P-p-p-pregnant?" she sputtered.

On the way to his quarters, M'Rek had been stopped by a human. Next thing he knew he found himself talking to the human who in M'Rek's lack of attention had lead him to the medical bay. Apparently the Human thought he needed to be there.

M'Rek growled lowly at the Human annoyed that he had been lead here. He had actualy thought the Human was intrested in Orbital Skydiving.

"So you didn't know then?" Meadow continued with her work.

T'lai shook her head. "Nuh uh..." She replied. She then closed her eyes as she thought silently.

Neutrally, she replied, "You aren't any more. The infection... aborted it. Almost done," Meadow scowled as she finished.

T'Lai took a long deep breath as she thought silently. 'I cant believe I was pregnant... It's been so long since I've been with anybody...' She thought silently. T'Lai opened her eyes and looked at Meadow. "You mean....?" She asked. Her voice was soft, but full of hurt. She then looked away from the doc and at the wall. "K'Vok...." She whispered quietly.

"I don't know what I mean," Meadow answered, confused.

T'Lai looked back at the doctor. "The baby... it's.... dead...." She said. This time her voice sounded more hurt than the last time she spoke. It was becomming evident that reality was striking her hard.

Meadow sighed, "Yes. I'm sorry."

M'Rek was about to leave again. He did not need to be here. A nurse saw him and tried to stop him. "Let me go. I am fine." He growled.

If klingons could cry, T'Lai would be doing so right about now. But instead she just took a deep breath and exhaled through her nose slowly.

"Not too long ago I got into a bad fight with K'Vok. And well... I lost concentration and ... he stabbed me in the stomache.. Ironically... he would have been the father of this baby..." She said.

He heard T'lai in other room and stopped.

Releasing the restraints, Meadow sat back, finished with her work. A nurse caught her attention, and a man she recognized as someone who had been in Sickbay earlier caught her attention, She looked back at T'lai and let her speak.

T'Lai sat up and looked over to the door way, where she had heard some commotion. She then looked up at the doctor. "Are you done?" She asked the doctor.

"I'm done," she agreed.

M'Rek had heard the last part of the conversation though it had not been his intention to eaves drop. He choose to not get involved and started to half stumble to the door again.

T'Lai got off the bed and held her hand out to the doctor. "Thank you.." She said.

"M'Rek if you dont stop trying to run out of here I will be forced to pull ranks on you." She called out to him.

M'Rek stopped looking down at T'lai with a low growl. But he did not go again. She was his suppserior even if he didn't think she should be.

Meadow had started to clear away the medical equipment, but then stopped and pointed to a seat, "Welcome, please, sit down."

M'Rek was resistant. "I do not need to be here." He grumbled.

"Too late to decide that. Sit down."

T'lai grinned at M'Rek then headed out of the room. "Ta taaa!" She said, using a human way of saying good bye.

Title: Re: Busy Mornings...
Post by Doc_Meadow on Feb 19^th, 2005, 3:11pm

JP M'Rek and Meadow

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M'Rek did not sit, instead turning to leave again.

T'Lai stood at the door way, as she noticed that M'Rek was trying to escape. T'Lai growled at him. "M'Rek. Sit down and behave yourself." She demanded.

"I promise, I don't bite... even if you ask me to. Sit down." Meadow repeated.

"I do not need to be here," M'Rek insisted. He was a warrior, and his racial mix allowed him to heal fairly quick on his own. Of course it also allowed him to block out any pain he had where he didn't really notice it.

"Fine," Meadow sat down. "Go then," she waved him off. "I don't need to beg to see patients. I'm sure I can find some if I head out the door."

M'Rek just grunted and started to leave. He was slower though, and finally stopped at the door to leaned a bit. "Where's my quarters?" He finally asked.

“Down the hall and to the right,” Meadow answered generically as she turned back to her supply tray.

M'Rek nodded slowly, but did not go. After a few minutes he slide down falling asleep. As he touch the floor he stired, but had little energy to get back up.

“You do realize, that by passing out in sickbay, right in front of me, you forfeit the right to protest treatment,” she asked as she approached the massive body.

M'Rek lowly muttered something not so nice in Hirogen, knowing the translators would not translate it as easily as it did Klingon and started to slowly get up again. He did not get up very far and it was obvious there was some effort in it.

"That's not a very nice thing to say about my cooking," Meadow answered. "Besides, you haven't even tried it." The nurse helped her pull him to the bed. "Faint often?"

M'Rek did not answer. He just grunted, and finally allowed her to scan him and just to get it over with. Though he hoped she did not look to closely to the heart. After finding out by the human Qel in the meH'Haj he did not like it being known too much.

The scans came to an end and Meadow frowned, “Doesn’t anyone on your ship know how to take care of themselves?”

M'Rek just grunted as he started to drift to sleep again. He was tired.

Carefully, Meadow shifted her patient’s arm, finding the satchel her tricorder informed her was present. "Did you know that peanuts are one of the ingredients of dynamite. I only mention this to keep you distracted enough to allow me to do my job." She looked at what she had lifted and managed an injection. "And the microwave oven of Earth's twentieth century was invented after a researcher walked by a radar tube and noticed his chocolate bar had melted in his pocket."

M'Rek just grunted, feeling the injection enter his bloodstream and some strength return as part of the injection also carried nutrients that he could not get from Klingon food.

"And, we'll take care of these scratches here," she hit the restraints as she furthered her exam. "Of course, I use the term 'scratches' rather loosely as it's actually a stab wound I'm now looking at."

M'Rek felt the restraints close around him and where he had not been moving much, now alarmed he started to struggle against them. "Release me!" He demanded as he lay back after only a few moment of trying to escape the restraints.

"It's wonderful to know you have your strength back, isn't it?" Meadow continued to work. "Glad you could stop by today."

"It was not my choice." He grumbled. He blocked out the pain as she touched the wound and gave little indication of the pain.

“You’ll be fixed up in just a minute, then you can go tromping around all gloomy again.” Switching instruments, she paused just long enough to flash him a grin.

"Gloomy?" He did not understand that expression. Her hand had touched the large scar on his abdomen and it now itched. He ignored it though.

“Dismal, ominous, murky…” she elaborated. “Overall, dreary and bleak.”

"Are you done? I want the scar." He said more calmly though was obvious he didn't like the unnecessary restraints. At her translation, he make a face, "I am not dreary."

“I’m done,” she agreed, and hit the release. “But you are bleak and dismal?”

M'Rek sat up looking at her. He touched the area the wound was at, testing. "I do not understand?" Those two words were not known to him either.

Meadow shook her head, “Forget it. You can go.”

M'Rek looked at the woman and then came to stand. Then he started for the door, his tattooed back to her as he headed out to go to his quarters for some rest. He would have to eat something there this time. He did not feel like going back to the bar again.

Title: Re: Busy Mornings...
Post by gtrell on Feb 19^th, 2005, 5:22pm

G'Trell watched M'Rek stummble from the inferamy toward his quarters, She debated on stopping him. But she had the hang over of a centery, plus her ribs where hurtting again. She let him pass and made her way in the room. Standing in the door she smiled at the Doctor.

"If I dont run will you fix my ribs?"

Title: Re: Busy Mornings...
Post by Doc_Meadow on Feb 19^th, 2005, 6:12pm

"Depends," Meadow answered, taking a seat next to the tray of instruments once again. "What do I get out of it?"

Title: Re: Busy Mornings...
Post by gtrell on Feb 19^th, 2005, 7:32pm

G'Trell thought for a moment. " Now that depends on wht you want."