Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari ~ I've got my Neurotransmitter monitoring eye on you

[Roxanna Dorion]

((Sickbay, Deck 6, USS Khitomer, Earth Orbit))

After a bit of a discussion on ethical dilemmas, it was decided it didn't fall into "icky" for Talia to perform Nolen's required annual exam. The two had exited her office, and approaching the nearest Biobed in the practically vacant Sickbay, Talia turned to the man who had taken up such much space in her heart in a very short amount of time, and banished all that gooeyness to give him her "I am a serious doctor" face. 

Ohnari: Assume the position.

The spike of surprise she sensed was a bit unexpected, what did he think he would need to do? Until he started unzipping his shirt. 

Hobart: Alright, but I gotta be honest I forget which one was next on your list.

Ohnari: ::slapping his shoulder:: Don't be gross. Get on the bed.

Although, now that he presented that tantalizing little thought, she murmured "Oh absolutely that's happening. Later." Or maybe she just thought it. Loudly. 

Hobart: Aren't you supposed to use the little rubber hammer for that? ::looking hurt, softly adding:: That's my favorite part.

Comparing the readings to the existing chart, all humor and teasing slowly slipped away. 

oO Now that doesn't match...Oo 

Ohnari: Huh.

Hobart: “Huh” what? That didn't sound like a “no wonder you're so well—”

Ohnari: Not a bad "Huh"...I think. Do me a favor and lay back fully, I want to do a full cranial scan. ::Not waiting for him to do it himself, she gently pushed him back, adjusting the scanner and dialing in the exact scan she was going for.:: Your Psilosynine levels appear to be slightly elevated...Have you been noticing any heightened sensitivity on your empathic or telepathic sense?

It was a...sensitive subject to be sure. Nolen was the only betazoid hybrid she'd met that worked very hard to forget he was half betazoid. It was a locked, bolted, welded shut door in the mind of Nolen Hobart that she was never allowed to even suggest they discuss. There was some deep, near subatomic truma buried there. She wasn't sure there was a being alive that could get through to him, so, she just sailed past it in normal situations. But, now, it was a requirement that they discuss it. Physiologically, that is. 

Hobart: Uhh… I mean, there was the time when the S-wave weapon knocked me out. ::pause:: On DS33?

Right. The Sencha waves....While El'Heem had done a rather deep dive, and she'd reviewed all his literature, there were still a lot of unanswered questions. Mainly, the possible aftereffects of the attacks.   

Ohnari: Ah....right. That may be it entirely...but just in case...

Hobart: I haven't had any alcohol for… three months, maybe.

That...was different. And for a moment, Talia could only pause to stare. Nolen had a complicated relationship with alcohol. Not in an addictive sense, nor one she worried would ever compromise his faculties, but...it really did tie up in that mire of unwelcome conversations about having any telepathic senses or leanings. 

Now Talia...? Well, with the aftermath of Deep Space 33 and the Alliance's attacks, mainly the hours she'd pulled with both casualties and post mortems...she became far too dependent on alcohol. And while it hadn't caused an adverse effect yet...she recognized the downward slope of how truly bad this could become. It was a lingering worry, but this was not about her. 

Ohnari: I...hadn't realized that. Although, I don't think that is the cause.

Hobart: Alright, so… any theories?

A million. With not enough information. 

Ohnari: Well? Given the events of the Sencha wave, and the...unique aspects of your last off ship outing, your senses may be maxed. That, or something else I am not finding is causing this. So, I am going to have you wear a monitor. ::smirking:: Don't worry, it's not invasive, and once I have more data, I could narrow down my diagnostics. 

Hobart: Response

The monitor itself was small, about the width of a thumb nail, and would rest behind his left ear. It would monitor and collect any spikes or dips in Psilosynine levels, as well as recording the vital signs when it occurred. It might tell her everything, or a lot of nothing. She was really hoping for the latter. If his senses were just taxed, rest would be all that was required. Prepping the tool, it really was about as invasive as a hypo. 

Approaching him, she moved the hair from the area of attachment. Someone would have to look very closely to see it, which was the intent. They had a wedding to be in, no bulky monitors allowed. In a swift motion, it was anchored and transmitting correctly. 

Ohnari: ::smirking saucily:: And now your mind is mine Hobart. ::blinking innocently, reviewing her tricoder:: My what indecent thoughts you have...

Hobart: Response 

Laughing, she quickly flipped around her tricorder to show the readouts, chemical abbreviations only. 

Ohnari: Gotcha. ::grinning:: The look on your face....::glancing around, confirming they were alone, she helped him sit up and then wrapped herself in his arms:: Although...given your reaction...I have a feeling tonight's gonna be awesome. 

Hobart: Response

Leaning forward, she kissed him soundly. It was technically shoreleave, the exam was over, and she was the chief medical officer. It was good to be the boss. 

(((((Timeskip ~ Talia's Quarters, later that evening)))))

What had been predicted to be awesome was in fact...not. The two and their matrimonial duties to the bride and groom had taken up every available moment of their time. The closer they approached Earth, and the Dewitt homestead, the more the pair had to do. Although, if she was honest, she was freaking loving it. Feeling the joy radiating off Connor and Ayemet the closer they approached the wedding, was just infectious. And as someone who majored in infectious disease, she had no intention of declaring a quarantine. 

Except right now she was just exhausted. Decked out in her comfiest frog themed pajama top and shorts, she was practically asleep draped across Nolen's chest, as Statler lay across her own back, deciding he was in on this snuggle pile. 

Ohnari: This is exhausting. And I replace limbs for a living!! ::yawning widely:: Do you think Connor and Ayemet are this tired? 

Hobart: Response 

Ohnari: All the alterations are finished, even if the best man was a little handsy during that last fitting, ::she flicked his shoulder playfully, with the strength of an exhausted fruit fly:: Plans for the bachelorette party are...mostly finalized. Connor's being weird about goats and I need goat milk. ::wincing:: Don't ask. Bajoran's can be weird about their purification rituals...

Hobart: Response

TAG/TBC

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Lieutenant Commander Talia Ohnari, MD
Chief Medical Officer
USS Khitomer
C239205ME0