((Medical Section - Amity Outpost))
It wasn’t a long walk down to the more private offices, and there were few in the halls, mostly nurses supporting those who, like Aitas, looked a bit bruised and battered from the attack. Presumably they’d all needed at least a second look at their condition.
The office, at least, was of a perfectly normal size. Amity Outpost still felt so small in Aitas’ brief experience of it, the illusions of space maintained by clever use of holograms.
But then, most stations would feel small compared to Starbase 118.
The nurse took a few vitals and then left her there to await the doctor. It wasn’t long until the door slid open.
Aitas looked up and gave a slight smile.
Aitas: Thank you for seeing me, Doctor. I hope it won’t be too much trouble.
Orrey: Response
Aitas: Minor strain related to a neural implant. I was using it for data analysis on the drones. The only symptom was a headache which ceased shortly afterward. I don’t have an El-Aurian’s memory.
She indicated Fureri. By most standards Aitas’ memory was quite good, and improved by a respectable amount of Vulcan discipline.
By most standards.
Orrey: Response
She sat up a bit straighter and turned her head, leaving the greenish bruises on her arm visible. In her experience, doctors tended to appreciate not having to chase you down.
Aitas: The previous neural scans are all in my file, but they do require a certain security clearance. Else I expect a nurse would have cleared me already. ::she brushed back a loose strand of hair behind one ear.:: I did not hit my head; Miombo was simply jostled about by the drones.
Orrey: Response
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