Senior Chief Miash: Salads?
Toxin Arlill
((USS Octavia E Butler - Sickbay deck 5))
Miash had been Yinn's yoga instructor since they were still on the 'Oumuamua, and she thought of her as more of a friend than a medical professional she had to take seriously. But she really only knew Dr. Toz as a stern professional. Which is exactly what the situation warranted, at least for poor Loq's sake.
Miash: … I’m going to give you a general analgesic for the pain and ask Dr. Toz to continue this evaluation.
Moving to the table next to the biobed Miash retrieved a hypospray and injected the large Klingon with the analgesic.
Toz: Hello, everyone.
Miash: Doctor.
Yinn: Doctor! Thank goodness you're here. We have a Klingon with no stomach lining, as a result of some combination of eating moderately toxic leaves from Cheyd'langa, multiple quadrants' worth of alcohol, and... um... certain mildly acidic Bolian bodily fluids. (notices Miash) Oh! Sorry. That's your job. I'll get out of your way.
Toz: Five cc’s… ::eyeing the size of Loq:: make that 15 cc’s Alizine, nurse. ::beat:: These readouts indicate Klingon’s do much better when not subjected to strange and exotic fare. ::glaring:: Ensign Yinn, yes, I mean you. .
Yinn: I can't help being so irresistible!
Loq: It will be a struggle, but I believe I can resist you in the future.
Miash: You better, next time she might kill you dear.
As soon as she said she realized her dry humour might not be taken the right way and turned her eyes down to her own PADD and continued updating the med admin report.
Toz: If you’re going to have romantic liaisons, please use caution in future.
Yinn: I know. (she looked at Loq wistfully). It's not always easy. I'm painfully aware that everyone else's alkaline body chemistry makes me... a less than ideal partner. Bolians live with our whole extended families, and we usually marry at least four other people. We're really not built to be alone. And on this ship... I've spent every night alone.
Yinn: And Klingons are tough! I thought maybe it'd be okay. ::to Loq:: And I did warn you!
Loq: I will admit, I did not take your warning seriously. It seemed unlikely that someone so slender and frail could cause me any harm.
Toz: Oh! Very well, how about cutting down on the experiments?
Yinn: ::mock offended:: But I'm a scientist! ::serious:: Okay, I think I've learned my lesson here. Loq, I'm sorry to put you through this. Although I still think it's your fault for eating those leaves.
Loq: And I am sorry for eating your experiment. You should label your work properly.
Miash: My mother taught me not to put what I didn’t know in my mouth my dear. And, since when do Klingons partake in salads ::winking at the big Klingon::
With that Miash retreated from the room heading back to refill supplies, these two in the hands of a very well trained doctor.
[[ End Scene for Miash]]
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Head Nurse - Senior Chief Petty Officer
USS Octavia E Buttler NCC-82850
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