((Sickbay, Deck 6, USS Khitomer))
A shiver travelled up his spine and out his arms as he shook almost imperceptibly. A light fog roiled in eddies around the doctor. He stood there, staring at the scene before him attempting to reconcile how exactly all this happened.
10 drawers were opened and completely extended. 10 bodies laid frozen in stasis on the bed of each drawer and a blue medical blanket covered each of their lower halves. Ras tapped at the PADD in his hands taking notes as the autopsy team conducted their prospective operations on each of the deceased. He shivered again. The cold was getting to him.
El’Heem: We have another 22 in cargo bay 3. That reminds me, I need to check with Commander Dewitt about the finicky environmental controls there.
Ohnari: Response
El’Heem: No, it’s stayed at temp today, thankfully.
Ohnari: Response
Ras let the PADD drop to his side as he pulled his lab coat tighter around his chest.
El’Heem: We’re going to be doing PADDwork for weeks…
His voice trailed off, slightly annoyed but also feeling bad that he’d harped on something so banal when there were so many corpses of star fleet officers that they needed to appropriate an entire cargo bay to hold the extras.
Ohnari: Response
El’Heem: I’ll see to it that it’s done. ::pausing, a puff of steam billowing from his mouth:: Have you started working on Ayemet’s surgical plan?
Ohnari: Response
He turned to look at her directly.
El’Heem: Considering…::slowly:: your relationship…I’d like to take point if you’ll let me.
Ohnari: Response
El’Heem: It’s not that I think you’re a substandard surgeon or anything. You’re the best, frankly. I just ::beat:: think that maybe the emotional strain of having to operate on your best friend could be…Mekvri’s. Uhhh crappy, for lack of a better word.
Ohnari: Response
Tags/TBC
Lieutenant JG Ras El’Heem
Medical Officer
USS Khitomer (NCC-62400)
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