LT Gila Sadar - A Road Not Travelled

[LT Gila Sadar]

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

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?

It spoke in Doctor Syrex’s favor that she was capable of admitting fault in this instance. While Gila admittedly hadn’t developed a personal rapport with many individuals on the USS Ronin during her temporary volunteer duty there half a year ago, she was comfortable with claiming that ‘self-reflectiveness’ didn’t seem one of their core competencies as a blanket statement.

Sadar: ::sigh:: That... Does make sense. ::refers back to medical chart:: Well, first step to taking better care of yourself is to ensure that that eye lives up to standards, and the wandering behaviour is not standard. ::looks back:: Given the, uhh... Poor conduct I demonstrated on DS9, I would not hold it against you if you found it uncomfortable to have me correct the neural fitting of the eye to improve eye coordination, but it must be done.

Syrex: Well, assuming you held your end of the bargain, I’m quite happy for you to.

Gila had, as a matter of fact, ‘held up her end’ of her promise to Doctor Syrex after she had been found woefully overworked back on Deep Space 9, but it would be a gross exaggeration to claim that this was Doctor Syrex’s influence. Rather, it was a logical result following her new existence as the caretaker of a teenager. One could hardly pull double-shifts on a routine basis when an impressionable youth counted on you to return from work at the end of the day.

This correction wasn’t something that she felt would inform their conversation, however, so instead, she simply reoriented her focus on what lay before them.

Sadar: Very well. Beyond that, we do have a general examination to conduct as well. Please, recline on the biobed.

Syrex: Yes, of course.

Doctor Syrex did as bidden, relaxing onto the bed.

Sadar: Well, the first order of business is preparing your implant for the realignment-

Syrex: Actually, one moment please.

Gila paused in her preparation for the treatment, as Doctor Syrex made herself comfortable, moving the long golden tresses that obscured her scalp from view into a more comfortable position.

Syrex: Sorry, if I’m going to have to stay still for a bit, I should be comfortable. Have you read the technical specifications of the implant?

Sadar: I have, but obviously, Dr. Ohnari or Dr. Beck would be more familiar with it. ::looks to her patient:: As unprofessional as it may be, if you have any relevant information that isn’t readily available in your medical journal, I would refuse it?

Gila didn’t like having to blur the lines between Doctor and Patient in this manner, but in order to raise the odds of success, and thus rendering the implant properly operable compared to its current state, she’d take it.

Syrex: Right, well. Let’s go through this together. Step-by-step.

Gila observed as Doctor Syrex accessed the subdermal control unit on the side of her forehead, prompting the magnetic servos in the base of the implant to operate, pushing the eye module out of the socket. Gila wondered what basis Dr. Ohnari had for making a removable prosthetic in this manner, rather than simply handing Doctor Syrex a VISOR. Gila hadn’t chosen prosthotology as a specialty, but her personal research projects had resulted in an interest in the field, and Dr. Ohnari was one of the foremost specialists currently practicing. She’d be interested in comparing notes, if not for the fact that Dr. Ohnari - to this day - still terrified her.

After the eye itself had been put aside, Doctor Syrex extracted the module housing from her eye socket, pulling the tube out long enough that Gila could see the numerous synthetic fibres that connected the module housing to Doctor Syrex’s neural pathways.

Sadar: Excellent. ::inputs commands into the biobed:: Feel free to release the tube. The biobed’s stasis field will keep it in place.

Syrex: I don’t need to tell you to be careful, do I? Pull that thing too hard, Im’ma need surgery again, forget the alignment.

Gila fought down the desire to dryly point out that she’d achieved maximum grades on her surgery courses, and was fully capable of doing rudimentary prosthesis alignment without anything resembling undue physical stress to Doctor Syrex’s person

Sadar: ::blank face:: I shall endeavour to be careful.

End Scene for Gila Sadar

LT Gila Sadar

Medical Officer

USS Artemis-A

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