PNPC Lieutenant Kyle Morgan - Keep It
Addison MacKenzie
(( Primary Sickbay – Deck 7, USS Artemis-A ))
Morgan: Well, I refuse to believe that you’re in pain for no
reason. I do think I’ve got something here…
Imril: Response
The Acting Chief Medical Officer turned the tricorder around to show him the scan. On the display, a thin shard was visible, just underneath the surface of the skin. It looked to be so thin, in fact, that one might not have been able to tell it punctured the skin, in much the same way when you get a tiny splinter. This splinter, though, appeared to be far more nefarious as it was pressing against a nerve.
Morgan: This little guy right here seems to be giving you a bit of trouble. It’s so thin you likely wouldn’t have even been able to see an entrance wound. Fortunately, I’m not picking up any internal bleeding, so I think you’re likely just experiencing some nerve irritation.
Imril: Makes sense.
Morgan: Well, I sure wouldn’t want it to stay in there permanently – I definitely don’t think it’s going to make anything better… ::pausing:: I can take it out right now for you, if ya like.
Imril: Yes. Please. Get it out. Can I have it when you’re done? In a sample container or whathaveyou?
Kyle shot him a you sure about that look, wondering what could possibly be motivating the request.
Morgan: You want to… keep it?
Imril: I need to run a molecular analysis, to confirm where it came from. A lot of my repair work has revolved around testing a new kind of integrity field generator that I’ve been developing. I’ve been spending a lot of time around distressed metal, microfractures… If that ‘splinter’ got into me on the ship while I was working to short part of it up, then there’s a part of the ship that might not be safe to be working in without protective gear.
Morgan: ::amused:: Oh. Well in that case, I’m sure it means more to you than it does to me.
Imril: I may not be the only one with something like this in me, or at risk of it. The possibility that there are more of ::pointing to the scan:: those laying around a workspace somewhere needs to be investigated, and that’s how I can do it.
Morgan’s brow dropped, his face much more serious now that it was possible that Imril might the only one impacted.
Morgan: Well, in that case, we definitely need to remove it.
He gestured for Imril to lift his shirt and lie down.
Imril:::Nodding:: Yeah. Let’s get it out, and then worry about what it is.
After wheeling over a cart of medical supplies, Kyle once again readied his tricorder once Imril was face down. Scanning, he pinpointed the location of the fragment. Loading a hypospray, he held the tricorder in his left hand and with his right, he pressed the device near the area where he’d be working to act as a local anesthetic. After a few moments, tricorder still in hand, he used his index and middle fingers on his right hand to press the area near the fragment, looking to see if there was any response from Imril.
Morgan: Still good?
Imril: Response
Kyle raised an eyebrow.
Morgan: Well, I haven’t started yet, but I’m getting ready. You shouldn’t, but let me know if you feel any pain.
Imril: Response
Kyle wheeled up a stool and sat down next to Imril. Picking up an exoscalpel from the tray, he started to make slow, short incisions, making his way through miniscule layers of tissue at a time. As he cut, his eyes continually shifted between the area where he was working, the display on his tricorder, and Imril’s face to see if there was any reaction. Bit by bit, he continued to slice until a tiny bit of the fragment was exposed.
Morgan: A ha.
Picking up a pair of forceps, he delicately gripped the tip of the fragment and gave it a miniscule tug to see how much resistance the surround tissue might offer. Thankful that it appeared to be very little, he pulled on the fragment a little harder, until finally he was able to pull the long, thin fragment out from Imril’s back. He smiled at his success as he dropped the piece into a container. Replacing the forceps with a dermal regenerator, and slowly ran the device over the area where he'd been working until eventually any evidence of his work had been erased.
Morgan: Good as new. ::holding up the container with the fragment:: And a present for you.
Imril: Response
Tag, and TBC!
Lieutenant Kyle Morgan
Interim Chief Medical
Officer
USS Artemis-A
V239601AM0