Ensign Imril - On The Examination Bed
Chris Taylor
( Primary Sickbay – Deck 7, USS Artemis-A ))
Imril had gone up onto the biobed selected for them, and laid on their belly. Providing the Doctor’s tools with the best view of the problem area.
Imril: ::Dryly:: Some insurgents took offense to a window that I happened to be on the other side of.
The Doctor removed the tricorder from his labcoat and flicked it open, punching in several commands as he did so.
Morgan: Well I hope you responded with equal offense. ::pause, analyzing the readings:: You said you still have a twinge in your back?
Imril: It took a while, but, yeah, I got some jabs back at them. Of a sort. Helped the local good guys lob a few truth bombs. The best kind of bombs! ::small laugh:: And yeah, there's a twinge.
The physician keyed in several more commands into the tricorder, and then removed the portable scanner from the top of the device. Imril could hear the smaller device hovering over their back, unable to see what it was telling the tricorder. Not that Imril could interpret the data if they could see it.
Morgan: Hmm… Is it like a stabbing pain or like a sore muscle ache-type pain?
Imril chewed their lip as they thought through the memory of the sensation. Trying to find the right words for it. ‘Stab’ wasn’t quite right. Nor was ‘ache.’
Imril: Sort of a sharp pulse? Like my muscle fibers are the strings of a harp being played by someone who’s never seen or heard a harp before.
Morgan: When do you notice it? Is it persistent, or does it come and go? And if so, do you know what might trigger it?
Imril: It comes and goes. A ‘pluck’ or two or three, and it’s gone. Some residual tension after that dies down within a few minutes. It started when I was squeezing around all the machinery on Deck 17 a couple days ago. It’s pretty cramped down there, maybe that has something to do with it. I haven't been able to pin down any specific sort of movement that could be triggering it, though. But with all the repairs and structural cross-checking, I am doing a lot of moving around. Ducking, crawling, waving a tricorder. Lugging my kit everywhere I go, too. The last time was about an hour ago, as I was sitting down to lunch.
Morgan: Response
Imril: They've been happening more often today. It’s been annoying, but it hasn’t hampered my work. And I know that there are more pressing injuries for Sickbay to tend to and follow up on since the battle with the Syndicate. So I didn’t see any reason to bump up the appointment that I already had.
Adherence to safety protocols would have compelled Imril to come sooner, had they thought this ailment was enough to present a threat to their fellow engineers or an impediment to the ship’s repairs.
Morgan: Response
The ensign started to roll over to face Morgan. They had not made it quite to being perpendicular with the bed when a sudden spasm of discomfort flitted through their lower back. A bit off-center to their left.
Imril: ::Wincing:: Oooh! There it is!
Morgan: Response
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Ensign Imril
Engineering Officer
USS Artemis-A
A240110I12