Lt. JG Ollie Bergmen - A big boy has boo-boo

[CPT Arianus]

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

The hardest part was that the pain wasn’t constant. There was no particular movement or angle; it struck suddenly and unpredictably, as if his arm had a mind of its own. And so he reached a place that was meant to give him a solution. Just like an engine requires the skilled touch of a mechanic every now and then, so too did he need assistance.

Bergmen: My left shoulder has been really bothering me lately. Most of the time, it's just a dull pressure or mild pain, but about fifteen minutes ago, while I was cataloging, I tried to raise my arm and felt a sharp pain shooting from my shoulder down somewhere under the shoulder blade, here, toward the spine. ::points at the location on his back, approximately::

Bancroft approached the biobed and accessed the console, likely searching for prior medical information. A moment later, he glanced curiously at Ollie before returning his gaze to the screen. The more he continued to gaze at the screen in silence, the more surprised he looked.

Bancroft: ::under his breath:: Fifty-one?

Bergmen would have shrugged if it meant less pain, so he just nodded slightly, trying not to engage the muscles below his thick neck too much.

oO And what’s wrong with that, doctor? I’m not that old model, plus I have low lightage. Don't tell me I look over twenty... Oo

At least there were two of them in teal now, as the doctor invited another for a consult.

Bancroft: ::hushed, to Jorgenson:: Is there something wrong with the medical database?

The second doctor looked at the monitor for a while and still seemed somewhat confused about what the issue displayed on the screen was.

Jorgenson: No, sir, not that I’m aware of.

The statement appeared to leave the first one even more confused.

Bancroft: ::still whispering:: Then explain to me why the computer says the… ::in a hiss:: human teenager… on that biobed is fifty-one?

Ollie clenched his teeth and, with his free hand, grabbed his trapezius and collarbone. A slight snap in his back tightened his wounded shoulder. This helped him with the pain, but the lieutenant was aware that it was just a short-term solution for what seemed like a more serious problem in his physiology.

Bergmen: Extraterrestrial, doctor. ::pause:: Not human. Alien. Is that a proper name used on Earth, I believe? But I like that second word…teenager… ::smiles::

The second doctor seemed fine with the explanation and made an English exit, leaving his colleague with the patient. The first quickly glanced around the room, discovering only empty space where his colleague had stood, and then directed his attention back to Ollie.

Bancroft: ::clearing his throat:: Right. Well. Be that as it may... let’s begin your examination, shall we?

Bergmen attempted to nod, but the pain in his shoulder flared up again.

Bergmen: Y… Yes, please.

Bancroft: Response

The lieutenant steadied himself for the examination.

Bergmen: So, what do you need from me, doctor?

Bancroft: Response


TAG/TBC

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Lieutenant JG Ollie Bergmen
Operations Officer
U.S.S. Artemis-A
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