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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?”
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