Ensign Serala: Time to Leave
Jim Davis
((Sickbay, Deck 5, USS Atlantis, Docked at DS26))
EMH: Ensign, wake up. It's time for you to leave.
:: Serala lifted her head and looked at the red-headed hologram, irritation mixed with concern evident in her face. ::
Serala: Why do I have to leave? You haven't kicked me out yet. Why now?
:: She knew she sounded like a petulant child, but she didn't care. Her friend was in a coma and she wanted to stay right here until he woke up. ::
EMH: Because, Ensign, we will be arriving at DS26 in an hour and I need to prep the patient for transfer and for surgery. Unless, of course, it is your desire to keep him here in this state perpetually.
Serala: Of course. I didn't realize how long I had been here. Sorry, doctor.
EMH: Not to worry. I have been programmed to understand such behavior. Now, if you'll excuse me, I really do need to prep the patient.
:: That irritated her, hearing Toryn referred to in such clinical terminology. ::
oO The Patient. He has a name. Oo
Serala: Toryn. His name is Toryn. Or Raga.
EMH: :: smiling in understanding :: Of course. :: Sensing Serala's reluctance to leave she added :: I will have you updated as soon as the surgery is completed.
Serala: Thank you, doctor. He's my best friend, and I don't have many. I need him to be alright.
EMH: You should go now. He'll be well looked after.
:: Nodding, she left the sickbay and headed for her quarters. ::
(( Temporary Quarters, Habitat Pod 3, Deep Space 26 ))
:: Serala dropped her bags on her bunk and was preparing to head to the medical ward when she received notice that a transmission was incoming for her. With a sigh, she turned toward the communications terminal. ::
Serala: Computer, playback transmission.
USS Atlantis NCC-76482
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