LT Gila Sadar - I am NOT in Imbalance... I'm not!

[LT Gila Sadar]

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

Sadar: Tell me, Lieutenant Junior Grade, who’s your prosthetist?

Even Gila could tell that her voice was off. Granted, she found her frustration with the flippant Trill Doctor very justified, considering the unprofessional and discourteous manner in which she had been addressed, but this wasn’t her voice. No, this was a far older, far sterner voice. One that she hadn’t heard since leaving Mizabet 10 years ago.

Syrex: Dr- Dr Ohnari. Why?

Sadar: I intend to lodge a formal complaint against them for the prosthetic eye’s behaviour. Sending you into the field with a faulty prosthesis not only endangers your crew, but yourself as well.

Syrex: Faulty? There’s nothing wrong with it! Honest! I just wanted a check-up to, well… check-up! Honest! Lieutenant.

Now, being rude was one thing entirely, but lying? Gila frowned visibly, ever incapable of hiding what went on inside her head. Usually, that was abject fear at everyone and everything. Now, she was decidedly unimpressed.

Sadar: You say it’s not faulty, but in the time that you’ve been within Sickbay, it has wandered numerous times, not following the natural eye movement it’s supposed to mimic. It neglected to zero in on the biobed to assist your scaling of it, and when you rolled your eyes to indicate exasperation, the eye similarly failed to follow the neural directive to move. Granted, it may not be an issue with the eye itself, but with the fitting to your neural pathways. ::refers to medical chart:: And that, I see, was handled by Chief Medical Officer Quentin Beck. So I suppose the complaint ought to be sent to him...

Something about the suggestion gave Gila a sense of deja-vu, as she seemed to recall Doctor Syrex too making a mention of a Chief Medical Officer during Gila’s forced physical examination. Only, this time, the shoe was on the other foot.

Syrex: No, you don’t have to tell da- Quentin… I mean Dr Beck. Commander Beck?

Sadar: Ah, so Doctor Beck made Commander then? Offer him my congratulations.

Doctor Syrex took a deep breath, no doubt thinking of a way to extricate herself from this proceeding. Gila didn’t blame her. She too wanted to be anywhere else but here.

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?

Gila’s lips tightened into a white line. She knew that this was Doctor Syrex trying to be diplomatic and apologizing for her crude behaviour previously, and Gila felt a hint of stubbornness weave itself into her heart. It wasn’t in a Mizarian’s nature to be stubborn. She couldn’t be stubborn. She shouldn’t be. After all, the Tenet of Imbalance said it.

oO Let the flow of the Wheel's motion cleanse your heart, and lead you on a new journey towards greater understanding. Oo

Hanging onto negative impressions and emotions wasn’t going to solve anything. That's what she'd been taught. It's what she had to live.

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: Response

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

Syrex: Response

Tags/TBC

LT Gila Sadar

Medical Officer

USS Artemis-A

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