Doctor Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS - Under-stimulated Nerves
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Karrod Niac
Feb 2, 2026, 11:39:18 PMFeb 2
to USS Ronin – StarBase 118 Star Trek PBEM RPG
((Exsanguination Parlor, Sickbay, Deck 10, USS Ronin))
Kessler: Sorry Doc. Duty calls. You can have that fluid check when I get back.
Thess's lips pressed together into a tight line of pure annoyance. Not only would her analysis of the wilting Lieutenant's chromosomal structures be delayed, she was left with little to do and two patients who could do nothing but detract from her nearly flawless patient mortality rate. The thought alone made her reconsider some alternate treatment options she'd disregarded as too radical but she'd only begun that examination when the little nursette spoke up.
Rox: So, how was your first away mission?
She allowed herself a small, pained sigh before turning a withering look in her direction and responding.
De La Croix: Seemed like a lot of running about without much positive purpose to me but I will admit I found moments...diverting. Not quite as orderly as I was expecting somehow. All felt rather slapdash.
Rox: That goes with the territory. Always an adventure out here.
Her nose crinkled with a brief titter of disdainful bemusement.
De La Croix: Looked more like barely managed chaos to me but what do I know...I'm a Surgeon, not an Admiral. ::Her shudder wasn't entirely feigned:: Thank the Koala for that, have you ever seen their uniforms? Even they seem embarrassed by them...must be why they're changed weekly.
Rox: I'm going to check our patients and then I'm going to read them some poetry.
Perhaps it was her mood or some note in the nurses voice, but Thess found herself genuinely curious about the unexpectedly tender gesture.
De La Croix: I didn't realize you had literary interests...although I fear anything beyond 'See Spot Run...' will be beyond their comprehension very soon. What did you have in mind?
Rox: ::annoyed:: Mary Oliver, ok? ::sniffs:: I don't know who they are but there's no reason to let them lay there and die alone. At least they can hear a gentle voice once last time.
Thess had studied poetry extensively as a young woman with a comprehensive education and knew the ancient human naturalist quite well. Her simple unadorned language and ability to find the stunning beauty in the mundane of nature had appealed to something within Thess at an early age, long before she'd understood things like her family's position or her responsibility in maintaining that legacy.
De La Croix: That's an...elegant choice, Ms. Queen. I sincerely hope those two appreciate your compassion.
Thess was quiet as she watched her pass through into the isolation ward and sit, a calming smile replacing the sultry one that seemed to be her default for dealing with the world. She saw her lips began to move and Thess recited along from memory as the men relaxed, their biosigns stabilizing.
De La Croix: "....And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look upon time as no more than an idea, and I consider eternity as another possibility..."*
Thess had intended on returning to her work. She had intended on cloistering herself in her office and focusing on the data. She had intended on doing something sensible, measurable and practical.
Instead she stood on the other side of the window, watching a young woman help two men face death with peace and grace. And felt...deeply felt...in a way she had not in a long time.
The tear that slid down her perfect cheek and fell upon her lab coat was the first she'd shed for a patient since medical school.
She retreated to her office before anyone could see her in such a state.
[End scene for DLC!]
* - An excerpt from 'When Death Comes' By Mary Oliver which seemed appropriate to the moment.
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Doctor Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS
Duchess of Saint-Malo
Chief Surgeon of a rusted out hovel
V239509GT0
Kessler: Sorry Doc. Duty calls. You can have that fluid check when I get back.
Thess's lips pressed together into a tight line of pure annoyance. Not only would her analysis of the wilting Lieutenant's chromosomal structures be delayed, she was left with little to do and two patients who could do nothing but detract from her nearly flawless patient mortality rate. The thought alone made her reconsider some alternate treatment options she'd disregarded as too radical but she'd only begun that examination when the little nursette spoke up.
Rox: So, how was your first away mission?
She allowed herself a small, pained sigh before turning a withering look in her direction and responding.
De La Croix: Seemed like a lot of running about without much positive purpose to me but I will admit I found moments...diverting. Not quite as orderly as I was expecting somehow. All felt rather slapdash.
Rox: That goes with the territory. Always an adventure out here.
Her nose crinkled with a brief titter of disdainful bemusement.
De La Croix: Looked more like barely managed chaos to me but what do I know...I'm a Surgeon, not an Admiral. ::Her shudder wasn't entirely feigned:: Thank the Koala for that, have you ever seen their uniforms? Even they seem embarrassed by them...must be why they're changed weekly.
Rox: I'm going to check our patients and then I'm going to read them some poetry.
Perhaps it was her mood or some note in the nurses voice, but Thess found herself genuinely curious about the unexpectedly tender gesture.
De La Croix: I didn't realize you had literary interests...although I fear anything beyond 'See Spot Run...' will be beyond their comprehension very soon. What did you have in mind?
Rox: ::annoyed:: Mary Oliver, ok? ::sniffs:: I don't know who they are but there's no reason to let them lay there and die alone. At least they can hear a gentle voice once last time.
Thess had studied poetry extensively as a young woman with a comprehensive education and knew the ancient human naturalist quite well. Her simple unadorned language and ability to find the stunning beauty in the mundane of nature had appealed to something within Thess at an early age, long before she'd understood things like her family's position or her responsibility in maintaining that legacy.
De La Croix: That's an...elegant choice, Ms. Queen. I sincerely hope those two appreciate your compassion.
Thess was quiet as she watched her pass through into the isolation ward and sit, a calming smile replacing the sultry one that seemed to be her default for dealing with the world. She saw her lips began to move and Thess recited along from memory as the men relaxed, their biosigns stabilizing.
De La Croix: "....And therefore I look upon everything as a brotherhood and a sisterhood, and I look upon time as no more than an idea, and I consider eternity as another possibility..."*
Thess had intended on returning to her work. She had intended on cloistering herself in her office and focusing on the data. She had intended on doing something sensible, measurable and practical.
Instead she stood on the other side of the window, watching a young woman help two men face death with peace and grace. And felt...deeply felt...in a way she had not in a long time.
The tear that slid down her perfect cheek and fell upon her lab coat was the first she'd shed for a patient since medical school.
She retreated to her office before anyone could see her in such a state.
[End scene for DLC!]
* - An excerpt from 'When Death Comes' By Mary Oliver which seemed appropriate to the moment.
======================================
Doctor Thessolonia Samantha de la Croix, MD, PHD, FASFS
Duchess of Saint-Malo
Chief Surgeon of a rusted out hovel
V239509GT0
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