Collins: Oh, trust me, I am keenly aware of how utterly ridiculous this makes me look. What can I do to help you help me?
Mason: First try to calm down. We’ll get this taken care of as soon as possible.
Quentin took her sound advice and took two sharp, but deep breaths. Finding it...really did help. Much, much more than he expected it to. His facilities sloped back upward, allowing him the clarity of mind and eye to finally see the bay plain, still clamped with activity even at this late hour.
Both doctors flanked him slightly, giving him a respectable berth.
Ar'Gorvalei: Please come over to the biobed and lie down.
He nodded knowingly to the officer and did as he bade. Ambling up and over onto the nearest open biobed.
Ar’Gorvalei: Can you please tell us what happened?
He rubbed his neck, embarrassed.
Collins: Well, I, uh...had fabricated a new rapier. I wanted to test it out in the gym and thought I, uh, almost might try an off-hand weapon? I know you both said no stress on the new tendons but...
Mason: And this is an exercise you do often? I mean do you have a history of using knives with a grip like this?
Quentin's cheeks deepened in crimson.
Collins: I, uh, no...actually, this is my first time since my first major training sessions. At...the Academy.
Ar'Gorvalei: RESPONSE
Mason: So the only things that have changed between training in the past and tonight is this blade and your recent injury?
Collins: Correct, Doctor. Obviously I am mortified, but I don't think you have a treatment for that. Unless...you do? That would be lovely if you did.
Ar'Gorvalei: RESPONSE
As he spoke again, Quentin became aware of the officer's OWN injuries. Feeling now ten times as foolish for bothering them in the first place.
Collins: Are YOU okay, Mr. Ar'Gorvalei? What happened there? ::he said, pointing carefully with his free hand.::
Ar'Gorvalei: RESPONSE
Mason: RESPONSE
Collins: Cor blimey! I can wait, if need be. Cuts surely trump cramps, yes?
Ar'Gorvalei: RESPONSE
Mason: RESPONSE
Collins: I am so sorry. But I do have to ask...
He smiled slightly, despite his embarrassment.
Collins: How were the tacos?
Ar'Gorvalei/Mason: RESPONSE
--Lieutenant Commander
Quentin Collins III
Chief Science Officer
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