Ensign Imril - Out, Out Damned Splinter!
Chris Taylor
(( Primary Sickbay – Deck 7, USS Artemis-A ))
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: Aye, Doctor.
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
Imril folded their arms under the pillow and looked downward. Content to hear Kyle wheel his gear into position. Something was picked up from a tray. Then came the slow, short incisions, The specifics of which Imril could only imagine. Or try very much not to.
Morgan: A ha.
Something else moved from the tray. Imril sucked in a deep breath, holding it against whatever came next.
What came next might have been a tug at his back.
What after definitely was. A promised, though, there was no pain.
Whatever had been collected, it was so light that they didn’t hear it fall into the requested sample container. Only the sound of the said container setting down on the tray.
The hum of a dermal regenerator closed both an incision and that much of the checkup.
Morgan: Good as new. ::holding up the container with the fragment:: And a present for you.
Imril rolled back over to reset their shirt and accept the sample. It really was a tiny thing. But, in a way, that only made it a more insidious sort of hazard if it really had come off from part of the ship. But determining that would have to wait for just a bit; the engineer had come to Sickbay for medical purposes, so for once they weren’t lugging around their engineering kit or even a tricorder.
Imril: Thank you, kindly.
Morgan: Response
Imril ran themself through a series of motions and stretches to test their mobility. Even pantomiming more tricorder waves. There was no sign of irritation or mobility limitation.
Imril: Feels great. No stings, pulses, or anything else. Do you want me to let you know what I find out about this splinter?
Splinter was as good a name as any at present.
Morgan: Response
Imril: ::nodding:: Understood. Now, I did have this checkup scheduled before our little pest here gave you extra work to do. What do you need from me to call it done?
Imril set the container back down on the tray for the time being.
Morgan: Response
(OOC: We can probably finish this off in your next post, my next at most depending on what the actual checkup entails.
Tag, and TBC!
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Ensign Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12