PNPC Lieutenant Kyle Morgan - Let Me Take It Out

[Addison MacKenzie]

(( Primary Sickbay – Deck 7, USS Artemis-A ))

  

Imril: ::Wincing:: Oooh! There it is!

 

Kyle moved his hand along Imril’s lower back, pressing gently as he did so. When he got to the impacted spot, Imril winced again.

 

Morgan: Hmm. And it’s been like this since Galaris?

 

Imril: Well, if certainly wasn’t there before Galaris. I think it would have come up during all of the running and ducking.

 

Kyle once again had his tricorder in hand, this time waving the scanner over the area of Imril’s back that seemed to be affected.

 

Morgan: Is this the same spot that you had the shrapnel removed?

 

Imril took a moment to think before responding.

 

Imril: A bit lower, I think. But to be honest, with all the adrenaline, it’s possible I may not have ‘felt’ all of it.

 

His brow furrowed once again as he keyed several commands into the tricorder.

 

Morgan: But did you feel any relief after the initial bit was removed?

 

Imril: Yes, definitely. Enough to carry on with the mission. And by the time the medic was done, the adrenaline rush was over. I remember the crash coming down on me while I was still on the biobed, watching the little pieces of glass hit the collection pan.

 

Adrenaline was a funny thing… In many instances, it kept the body going when it might be too injured to function, but once it wore off, it left its host in shock, often blindsided by the realization of the extent of their injuries.

 

Morgan: But do you recall whether or not it felt like you were healed?

 

Imril: Sorry, I’m not being very helpful in pinning down the problem, am I? I suppose it must feel like I do sometimes when someone with no engineering background is trying to explain to me something that’s going wrong with their equipment. Needing me to fix it, when they can’t explain what the problem is.

 

Morgan closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead.

 

Morgan: I suppose that could well be true…

 

Imril: Come to think of it, maybe I picked up a hitchhiker later, in the bunker. Towards the end of the mission, the insurgents had my team pinned down in a field command center. They shot the place up pretty badly once they got the door open. I thought I got under my desk in time, but…?

 

There was a brief pause.

 

Imril: I was nowhere near a window that time, so if there’s something in me that’s not glass, we have an answer.

 

Kyle chuckled, amused by the hitchhiker comment.

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: Response

 

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: Response

 

 

Tag, and TBC!

 

 

Lieutenant Kyle Morgan

Interim Chief Medical Officer
USS Artemis-A
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