Lt JG Alyndra Syrex - Faux Par
Alyndrasyrex
((Sickbay Complex, Deck 7, USS Artemis-A))
Syrex: Quite well, thanks. It’s mostly just strange that my cabin is on deck 3. That’s the bridge deck on the Ronin. These Luna classes are weird!
Sadar: Q-Quite. Uhh... ::refers medical chart:: W-We’ve received your most recent medical chart from the Ronin, b-but, uhh... B-Before we get started, is there anything in particular that, mh, ‘concerns’ you? Or is this an, uhh, a precautionary visit?
Syrex: Oh, it’s just precautionary! No offence, but I didn’t want to end up likee… you.
Dr Sadar froze whilst retrieving medical equipment from the trolley.
Sadar: ... Excuse me?
Alyndra blushed, realising what she’d said.
Syrex: I mean, not that ending up like you would be a… ::Gulps:: I just wanted to make better medical decisions.
Although there was a moment of silence between the two. The way that Dr Sadar had stopped, Alyndra could see the machinery in the doctors head calculating. The silence was absolutely deafening.
Sadar: ... Very well.
Syrex: Yeah, and after getting my new eye I think it’s better to reach for the side of caution.
Alyndra rolled her biological eye, hoping that Gila didn’t see it. Why didn’t she just say her check-up was eye-related to begin with?! It would take a miracle to salvage this check-up. A Mizarian Miracle?
Sadar: Tell me, Lieutenant Junior Grade, who’s your prosthetist?
oO Oh eck, full rank Oo
Syrex: Dr- Dr Ohnari. Why?
Sadar: I intend to lodge a formal complaint against them for the prosthetic eye’s behaviour. Sending you into the field with a faulty prosthesis not only endangers your crew, but yourself as well.
Alyndra’s heart fluttered. Her insult to Dr Sadar, whilst completely unintentional on her part, clearly caused an amount of offence. The last thing she wanted was for Dr Ohnari to get into any trouble.
Syrex: Faulty? There’s nothing wrong with it! Honest! I just wanted a check-up to, well… check-up! Honest! Lieutenant
Sadar: Response
Alyndra was almost certain in that moment she shrunk a few inches as her spine ran cold. At the very least, she assumed her lips must have changed in hue.
Syrex: No, you don’t have to tell da- Quentin… I mean Dr Beck. Commander Beck?
oO Help… Oo
Sadar: Response
Alyndra took a deep breath, attempting to regain her composure.
Syrex: Lieutenant, I’m sorry if I have offended you in any way. I’m certain my choice of words was poor, for that, I apologise profusely. What I meant to say, was whilst I’m here, I’d like a check-up so that I don’t overwork myself in a manner similar to yourself on DS9. Whilst your dedication was - and is commendable, I wish to take the same care of myself that I hope you do to yourself. If that makes sense?
Sadar: Response
TAG/TBC
Lieutenant JG Dr Alyndra Syrex MD
Medical Officer
USS Ronin (NCC-34523)
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