Ensign Yinn: Where Silence Has Leaves
Mike Vago
Yinn was relieved that Loq could be treated easily enough, but was still worried that, if her own acidic body chemistry was the cause of his distress, she probably wasn't getting a second date.
Miash: It appears there’s some swelling, trying not to smirk, I can give you some ointment but it doesn’t look too serious, although I imagine it’s not a reaction to the beverage in this case.
Loq: Is this what is known as "bedside manner?"
Yinn: You know, you had quite a bed— ::cut off by Miash::
Miash: Of course I mean apart for tonight at least ::nodding her head towards the ensign:: (beat) besides, you could use some rest, I can fix the torn ligament and abrasions, but the ribs, hundreds of millennia of medical in the Federation databases and ribs are still a literal pain, bed rest is still the best option.
Miash retreated to a nearby medical materials PADD, while Yinn couldn't resist teasing the Klingon some more.
Yinn: Turns out, you can use beds for resting too!
Loq: I would have slept very soundly, had you not poisoned me.
The nurse returned to the couple gathered on and by the biobed.
Miash: I can give you a marrow regeneration treatment, it can be uncomfortable, but it will speed up your healing.
Loq: Thank you. I would prefer to be healed quickly and return to my duties.
Miash: ::towards Yinn:: You’re welcome to stay ::starting to walk away and pausing:: (beat) if you both are on your best behavior ::she chuckled a little::
Yinn: [clutching her ribs] Believe me, I'm in no shape to get into any more mischief. Not for a few nights, at least.
She gingerly laid down on the biobed next to Loq's, waiting her turn for treatment.
Yinn: I still want to know if it was me or the booze that did this to you.
Loq: I do not care, as long as I can recover.
He might not care, but her scientist's mind started to turn things over.
Yinn: Maybe it was a combination of the two? Or some other factor besides? We owe it to future Bolian-Klingon drunken hookups to solve this thing! Did you have anything out of the ordinary to eat?
Loq was annoyed by this line of questioning. Either the girl had poisoned him with her alien liquor or with her body. Either way, it was a night he had no intention of repeating, although he had to admit he had enjoyed it at the time. Yet she persisted in asking questions.
Loq: I tried Earth steak from the replicator, although Klingons have eaten their burnt meat before without consequence. And I had some of the salad that was in the science lab.
Yinn: Salad? What salad? What. Salad.
Loq: Contrary to what outsiders seem to think, we don't subsist entirely on gagh and blood wine.
Yinn: Did you eat my Antari leaves?
Loq: If they were your lunch, I apologize.
Yinn: They weren't lunch, they were a science experiment! That was a rare alien plant I was studying. A highly toxic alien plant. Miash!
The nurse rushed back into the room, expecting a medical emergency, not a question about salad.
Miash: response
Yinn: I think we have another factor here. This idiot ate the Antari leaves I was studying. I had made an extract I could consume in small amounts, because the leaves are supposed to be toxic in large amounts. And this kullfish ate a large amount!
Miash: response
Loq: I ate a moderate amount. Hardly enough for a meal.
Yinn ran her finger across her cheek so hard it made a mark.
Yinn: It wasn't a meal! You poisoned yourself, you idiot!
Miash: response
TBC / Tags!
Ensign Yinn
Science Officer
USS Octavia E Butler NCC-82850
Writer ID.: O240011Y12