Ensign Talon Morda: I'll die standing up, too
Eston Melton
((USS Khitomer, In Transit at Warp, Deck 6, Sickbay))
Morda: Thanks for the warm welcome, ma’am. I got a once-over when we pulled into port, but the attending physician was augmentation from the starbase and couldn’t approve an all-clear for a new assignment. And from what I understand, I also need some kind of radiation inoculant.
Ohnari: Ah...right. The implant. It is...unpleasant, but temporary compared to the ravages of Sencha wave damage...::her tone changing to sunny:: Follow me!
Morda’s shrank a little as first Dr. Ohari’s face and then her words revealed that Lieutenant Semara, who surely had never exaggerated or embellished for fun or amusement, had been spot-on when she’d said the radiation treatment would be rather personal. He sat on the indicated biobed.
Ohnari: We'll start with the cursory exam, Do you have your assignment orders? ::accepting the PADD:: Lovely. Are there any medical conditions or concerns I should be aware of?
Morda: No conditions or medical concerns, ma’am. I have thought about configuring my atmosphere in my quarters to match the low pressure back home. I think it might help my physical performance elsewhere on the ship and on any standard-pressure class M environments we deploy to. But I don’t know the physiology of all that long-term and wonder what you think.
She seemed to mentally file away his query for later: it wasn’t really a condition or a concern, after all. Meanwhile, scanners hummed and buzzed, imperceptible fields probing and penetrating without leaving a mark. A nurse presented the doctor with hardware that, he suspected, would soon be lodged inside him.
Ohnari: Alright, the unpleasantness...How do you want to do this? Some find standing and bending over slightly to be more tolerable, but others have said laying on their stomach is preferable. Your choice, but it ends with a shot in the shorts I'm afraid...
Morda: ::Coming to his feet:: I’ll take my pain and indignity standing up, please, ma’am.
Ohnari: Response
Morda: ::Dropping enough trou for payload delivery:: I’m just glad Starfleet doesn’t do onesie uniforms any more. Ready when you are, Doctor.
Ohnari: Response
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