JP: Lt Skyfire & Cmdr Brunsig: Not On My Watch Part III
Chythar Skyfire
(( Sickbay, USS Gorkon ))
::The moment CD had been dreading the most had finally arrived. Time to inform the commander. He took a breath as he tapped his badge.::
Skyfire: =/\= Dr. Skyfire to Commander Brunsig. =/\=
::Brunsig's voice was clipped and terse, utterly only a single word in acknowledgement.::
Brunsig: =/\= Go. =/\=
Skyfire: =/\= I have an update on the captain. I can provide more details in sickbay. =/\=
:: Delivering bad news was always the hardest part of his job. However, she was alive. Unconscious as she slept off the anesthetic, but alive. He’d pulled her from the brink four times, and finished a major trauma surgery, thereby saving her life. That may win some points with the German, but probably not many, CD suspected. He didn’t want to relay any information over a comm channel, especially not when he wasn’t sure who was around Brunsig at the present moment. Patient information was sensitive like that. ::
Brunsig: =/\= I'll be there soon. =/\=
Skyfire: =/\= Acknowledged. Skyfire out. =/\=
:: As the line closed, CD’s face was grim. It had been twelve, and he wasn’t wrong. Fortunately, he hadn’t hit the button on sending the report yet. So he went back in and corrected the time. He had to include the follow up action with Commander Brunsig also, and replicated himself another cup of coffee. Sleep was replaced for coffee some time long ago during his internship. He waited for the commander in the main area next to the table of snacks. ::
::True to his word, Brunsig didn't take long. He marched into sickbay, running on an uncomfortable mix of exhaustion and adrenaline, his uniform creased and a short blond fuzz adorning his jaw. He scowled when he set eyes on Skyfire, wasting no time in making his approach and barking out an order.::
Brunsig: Explain.
Skyfire: Found her at the 413 memorial. Multiple stab wounds. She’s stable now, but ah can’t tell you when she’ll wake up.
Brunsig: Because?
::Short, one worded questions or orders were typically a sign of irritability. However, between the explosion and what CD assumed was just the stress of not knowing her fate, he shrugged it off. Another not really personable moment with Walter. He didn’t really have an issue with the man, other than the fact Brunsig was rather gruff and unapproachable. ::
Skyfire: She’s recovering from twelve hours of surgery, sir. Anesthetic will wear off, but she may require additional rest before she’s coherent enough for visitors.
::Brunsig grunted, a soft noise that was part-annoyance, part-exhaustion -- and a little of something else that was hard to identify. Worn, tired and a little scruffy, in that moment he looked a lot more like his counterpart from the Dominionverse than he should.::
Brunsig: Good thing I have no intention of trying to start a conversation with her. ::He pointed further into sickbay, in the general direction of the private rooms.:: Let's go.
:: In her current state he wasn’t sure what the commander hoped to accomplish. Maybe it was more for the sake of Walter’s peace of mind, to assure him she was stable. CD knew they had history, but that was all he knew. Specifics of their history beyond what he saw medically, he had no idea. ::
Skyfire: Aye, sir. ::and led the way quietly. ::
::Inside the private room, the monitors sang a quiet, subdued song of life. Jagged traces on the screens inscribed a picture of a woman who was desperately hurt, but at least for now, holding on to life. Chythar said nothing upon entering, and continued his silence until the gruff German asked a question. Brunsig's voice was quieter than usual, lacking its usual bite.::
Brunsig: What's her prognosis?
::As odd as it was for Walter to be both quiet and not nearly as gruff, CD let it flow off him like rain drops and rolled with it.::
Skyfire: She’ll pull through. As ah said before, she’s stable.
Brunsig: Recovery time?
Skyfire: Physically, one to two weeks. Mentally is another story and ah’m not able to predict that.
::It was the minimum estimate he could guess, given the extent of her injuries. Over-guessing tended to prolong the stay and bother people. He had to work on realistic estimates, but the one he just gave was the first in a long line of practice for minimum recoveries. ::
Brunsig: Alright. ::He paused.:: You can go, Doctor.
Skyfire: Ah’ll go fill out some paperwork, then.
::CD made his way out of the room without another word. As much as he wasn’t a fan of Walter’s gruff manner, he could take a hint. The commander wanted to be left alone. Easily arranged, especially since Chythar had the last of the report to file a nap to take. Paperwork, then Dassa to inform him of his intent.::
(( CMO’s Office ))
:: He came back to his desk to fill out the remaining sections of the report when an alert flashed across his screen. As he tapped a few buttons, he opened the alert and read its contents. ::
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TO: Chythar Skyfire
FROM: Starfleet Judge Advocate General's Corps
SUBJECT: Conduct Unbecoming of A Medical Officer
This letter is being written to you in reference to your use of involuntary restraint against a patient under your care, Lieutenant Cory Stoyer, on stardate 239303.31.
The Starfleet Medical Ethics Board recognises that there are situations in which involuntary restraint is necessary, in order to prevent harm to a patient, or to the staff involved in a patient's care. However, after an extensive investigation and consideration of all available evidence and testimony, the Board has concluded that Lieutenant Stoyer had the capacity to make decisions regarding his own care, and thus was free to decline treatment and leave sickbay against medical advice.
As such, the use of physical restraint in this incidence was inappropriate and constitutes the offence of assault against a fellow officer. Accordingly, you are hereby demoted to the rank of lieutenant, effective immediately.
You have the right of appeal, and you may contact your nearest JAG office (located in the Starfleet Embassy on Palanon, Tyrellian System) if you wish to pursue this right.
In service,
Captain Strakir
Judge Advocate
Judge Advocate General's Corps
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:: That certainly soured his mood, and he took a swig of coffee to make the bitter taste in his mouth at least palatable before he went to sleep. He’d tell Alex once he found words to do so. ::
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Lieutenant Chythar Skyfire
Chief Medical Officer
USS Gorkon, NCC-82293
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Deputy Commander, Tyrellian Defence and Exploration Taskforce
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