Lieutenant Kyle Morgan - So What Exactly Happened

[Addison MacKenzie]

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

 

Kyle sat behind the CMO's desk studying the display on his computer. He was understandably cranky - on the corner of his desk, he'd amassed a small pile of tiny rocks that he'd found at various places throughout the office - under PADDs, attached to bulkheads... How many were them? He had no way to know. Would he ever find them all? He didn't care - MacKenzie would likely be bringing them a new CMO and it would be their problem... and if she didn't he'd resign his commission and it'd still be someone else's problem.

He heard the doors to Sickbay swish open and a pair of voices could be heard growing louder as they moved into the main area of the medical ward. It was Hawkins and... Cole. Definitely Ensign Cole. As they grew closer, their conversation became more audible.

 

Cole: … So yes, technically I disarmed him. No, the phaser wasn’t supposed to explode.

 

Hawkins: Why do I think you’re going to end up being a familiar face around here?

 

Cole: At least I don’t make it boring … though I do need to be less predictable. ::glancing around at no one:: Gotta keep ‘em on their toes.

 

Hawkins: ::laughing:: You’re a menace. I’ll let Doctor Morgan know you’re here.

Kyle closed his eyes and rested his head on his desk, simultaneously holding up his hands to signal to Hawkins that no further summation was necessary - he knew Cole was waiting for him as surely as he'd heard Cole say the words directly to him. After Hawkins walked away to restock supplies, Morgan took a breath through his nose, scraped himself off the surface of the desk, plastered on a smile and went out to greet Ensign Cole.

 

Cole: Reporting for that full check-up as promised, Doctor.

 

Morgan: Glad to see you're not one I have to chase down. Bonus points. How are you doing?

 

Cole: ::glancing towards her side:: Surprisingly the Boraxians did a good job patching me up, barely leaving a scare.

 

Morgan: We'll see about that. ::pointing to the biobed:: Have a seat.

 

Cole: You got it Doc, ::hopping onto the nearby bio bed.

 

Kyle went to a nearby instrument tray and picked up a medical tricorder. He flicked it open and slowly moved the device along Cole's body, checking for any signs of abnormality.

Morgan: So, Ensign - any complaints? 

Cole: Response

He shrugged dismissively.

Morgan: There's not much of note that I can see. Your white blood cell count is a little high, but that's to be expected after an injury - it's one of the ways the body naturally heals itself.

Cole: Response

He tapped his finger on the back casing of the tricorder, contemplating whether or not it was appropriate for him to ask the question, despite the fact that he'd already decided he would.

Morgan: So what happened back there? In the Boraxian apartment building after you went into the hallway?

Cole: Response

Tag, and TBC!

Lieutenant Kyle Morgan
Interim Chief Medical Officer 

USS Artemis-A
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