Lieutenant JG Wyla Avae - The Most Perfect Innuendo

[Rameses]

((Sickbay, Deck 10, USS Ronin))

 An emergency recall was always nerve wracking for Wyla at the best of times because they usually meant someone, somewhere, was in desperate need of help in some way. Usually, it involved them getting into a fight with someone or sometimes a mass casualty event. 

It was worse this time because she had been scuba diving on one of the planet’s gorgeous reefs when the call came in and she had to head back. Which took a good half hour for her just to reach the surface safely without killing herself from getting the bends. And even when she did, in her haste to leave she had stripped out of her wetsuit apparently in a way that caused the poor attendant of the rental shop for the gear she used to get a nosebleed. It had been terrible since she needed to get back to the ship and couldn’t help him. 

As it was, she’d barely managed to get back on board, get a quick shower and dry off, then put on a fresh uniform before they’d jumped to warp. Wyla fidgeted with the lapel watch that hung from her medical coat when Beck entered and addressed them all. 

Beck: Good afternoon, everyone; I want to reiterate the Captain's apology for our unexpected departure, as I know many of you put in some extra time with us here in Sickbay when we were supposed to be relaxing. That is, unfortunately, one of the drawbacks of serving as a Starfleet Medical Officer. That said, I want to thank each and every one of you for your willingness to step up when you're needed; I will be adding a commendation to your files and will make sure you all get something special out of it later on.

She nodded. There was no rest for the wicked and all that. Which made her look in Thess’ direction. 

Beck: Now. I have no idea what it is we're walking into with these two specialists, but we don't really need to know to do what we do best. Standard procedure applies for now. Wyla, I'd like you to lead the effort to prep Ward A and B for triaging superficial and minor injuries. Rox, I'd like you to prep Ward C for triaging any serious injuries that may require surgery; De La Croix, your primary focus will remain those patients, but if you're available and we need help in Wards A or B, please join us at your discretion.

Rox: Excellent Plan sir.  Very good.  

Wyla’s head snapped towards Rox when she heard her sounding so, well, almost like Wyla usually did. 

De La Croix:  Yes yes I'll stand ready to soothe the crews various boo-boos.  I'm sure a few will be down with headaches soon if they all had to listen to the Captain's...inspiring...little announcement.  Speaking of I recall saving a great many lives during that little fiasco yet here I am, unrecognized for my efforts.  I'd weep for my lack of a tiny triangular pin for my jacket except it would clash terribly with my scrubs.  

Wyla always loved hearing the speeches the Captain and First Officer made. They were, well, inspiring. She wasn’t sad she didn’t get any award beyond the ones for the whole crew. She was pretty sure she already had a couple of temporal defense and explorer’s ribbons. 

Avae: Well, everyone got the first two ribbons the Captain stated. Since he said those were for the entire crew. So you did get something, Thess! ::she bounced slightly:: But I can prep the wards boss. 

Beck: Let's hope we don't need to utilize Ward D. Any questions?

Rox:  What's the capital of Assyria?

Thess’ giggle mingled with the snort that came out of Wyla who then shot a now suspicious narrow eyed look in Rox’s direction. She was acting waaaaaaay out of sorts. 

De La Croix:  Oh please dear, Beckie doesn't know his Assyria from a hole in the ground...you'd be better off asking him which way down is.  He's got a chance of getting that one right.  

Wyla, could not for the life of her understand why she chose at that moment to take a sip from the mug of tea she had on the nearby counter but immediately regretted it as chamomile shot out of her nose with another snort laugh. 

Avae: Owww….Since when did you become funny?

Beck: Alright, folks. Let's show them why we've got the best Medical staff in Starfleet.  

Rox:  I'll come find you when I'm done Wyla, in case you need help finishing the A and B.

She nodded while using her sleeve to wipe her nose and followed alongside the other two women. 

De La Croix:  And I'll join you...I hear the gray wall paneling in Ward A is lovely this time of day.  Perhaps while I'm there we can discuss your...buoyant mood.  

Avae: Yeah, I was just going to say something about that. Are you feeling alright Rox? You’re acting….weird. 

She saw the nose scrunch and blinked. She was even more curious now. 

Rox: I'm fine.   I have good moods…sometimes.

oO Since when? Oo

Thess shot a deeply skeptical look towards Wyla and she nodded in solidarity. 

De La Croix:  I had assumed as much dear but this....whatever this is that you're doing...it's unsettling.  Are you feeling alright?  Did you sneak some of that delicious champagne aboard by chance?  If so...shame on you for not sharing!  

Again she met Thess’ gaze. 

De La Croix:  What do you think?  Should we declare some sort of medical emergency?  Has our dear Roxanne been replaced by one of those dastardly changelings that seem to pop up every few years to cause a ruckus?  

Avae: We can run the standard tests. Or maybe she’s been possessed by an energy being. That’s happened before. 

Rox:  So any rumors about what's happening.  Whatever it is must be damn important.

Thess snorted a small laugh and shook her head.  

De La Croix:  Oh no no, you're not changing the subject that easily.  Something is going on here and I...we...want to know what it is.  ::A sudden flash of intuition made her eyes widen:: Or who it is!  Otherwise we may just have to start scanning you for brain parasites.  

Avae: Right! What Thess said. There’s something wayyyyyyyyy strange going on with you and I wanna know. Did you get a pet? No, no one acts this weird cause they got a cat. 

She dismissed her own statement with a hand wave. 

Rox: Response

The faux gasp that came from Thess made Wyla look at her with confusion. 

De La Croix:  Roxanne!  All that time we spent together in prison and I had no idea you had a social life beyond the occasional bit of public larceny.  Do tell!  As Beckie pointed out...we're not going anywhere for a while.  And you know as well as I do that our little bandage stand here is more than prepared for the odd scrape or partial disintegration.  Or is there perhaps some reason you've been keeping this little secret?  

Avae: Oooooooooh!! I know! I heard someone saw Rox with Marty at one of those fancy restaurants they had. ::the Antosians’ eyes lit up like Hobus just happened a second time::  ROX GOT SOME TUCKER!

She snorted, laughed at her own joke and was never more glad to have taken all those trips to Cairns in Australia back during her time at the Academy. Tucker was, of course, the Australian slang word or food and normally she was definitely not the funniest person, so Wyla had a momentary swelling of pride. 

Rox/De La Croix: Response

Avae: Food! I meant food of course. ::giggling:: Come on Rox, we all know just going on a date isn’t enough to put a girl in that good of a mood. ::her giggling subsided and she gave Rox a doey look:: Unlessssss, you really like who you went on a date with. Spill. It. Girl. 

Rox/De La Croix: Response

Avae: I can prep wards in my sleep, stop trying to change the subject Rox. ::she giggled:: I pry because I care.

Rox/De La Croix: Response

[tags/TBC]

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Lieutenant JG Wyla Avae

Chief Nurse

as boisterously simmed by

Commander Toryn Raga 

First Officer

USS Ronin - NCC-34523

Writer ID: A239410TR0

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