Lt Cmdr Quentin Beck - Safe Spaces
Quentin Beck
((Sickbay, Deck 10, USS Ronin))
Beck: I doubt they're configured the same way as the ones in your quarters, but they should be good enough to help you gain some measure of control again. They're wireless but connected to each other remotely. Give it a shot.
Quentin did his best not to hover while Wren started using the tappers, in part because he figured it was a private thing. He stayed nearby, checking on another patient who had just gotten their stomach treatment, but kept an eye on things, just in case. Shortrith was doing a fine job keeping her company, anyway.
Shortrith: How are you feeling? Do the tappers help?
The Klingon counselor hugged the young Ensign, who appeared to be relaxing now.
Evinrude: Response
Wren: ::hesitantly:: I’m s-..... Thank you. I think I’m doing a little better…. ::embarrassed:: I think I…. I think I forgot to process things when we thought Niac and Raga were dead. And then it just kind of built up. ::still a little out of it, but no longer critical:: I’m okay now. Thank you.
Quentin considered offering some consolation, though she didn't seem to need it at this point. He couldn't really blame her for losing it, even briefly, at the thought of the Captain and XO biting it in what had been a horrific manner; in truth, he was actually impressed she'd managed to compartmentalize it for so long, even if he knew that wasn't the healthiest way to deal with it. Opting instead to change the subject, he turned a little to look down at the little robot, tipping his chin towards it.
Beck: Who's that little guy?
Wren: ::Immediately focused on her son again:: That’s Remy. He’s my…helper. He has a mini tricorder inside him, he must have noticed that I was unstable…… I didn’t know he could do that.
Evinrude: Response
The Doctor's brows lifted with surprise. He chuckled, moving to drop to one knee by the robot and extending a hand with his palm facing up.
Beck: Pleased to meet you, Remy. I'm Doctor Quentin Beck, and I might have someone to introduce you to later.
Shortrith: Nice to meet you too, Remy.
Remy: ::No longer dancing, but reaching up his front two legs to grab ahold of Beck’s labcoat, swinging back and forth::
Quentin let out a little laugh of surprise, shifting to stand to allow the little robot more room to swing.
Wren: He’s very friendly. There’s this cat on board that he’s absolutely obsessed with. oO Della- No. No I can’t focus on that right now. They helped me, there’s no need to be embarrassed. You wouldn’t be embarrassed if they helped you for a concussion…. Oo
Smiling wryly, he realized he actually had two someones who needed an introduction with Remy.
Evinrude: Response
Shortrith: Do any of you want anything to drink? Coffee, tea, water?
Wren: Could I please get some water? ::holding her hand to the ground so Remy can scamper up her arm again and back into her hair::
Beck: ::smoothing out his coat:: Nothing for me, thanks. I'll get something when I go back to the surface when I'm through here.
Evinrude: Response
They stood to head to the replicator.
Shortrith: I'll go grab them, one moment.
With Remy returned to his mother, Quentin set his attention back on Wren, pulling out his tricorder and taking a quick scan. Her vitals were starting to normalize again. He nodded with approval before closing the tricorder.
Beck: Looks like the panic attack is over. That's good.
Evinrude: Response
Renaie returned loaded with drinks, handing them out.
Shortrith: Here you go.
Wren: Thank you ::taking the water::.... I don’t think I realized until now how stressful that mission was. There was so much going on.
His lips formed a thin line, brow creasing slightly.
Beck: I feel a little guilty for not being here, even though I was doing important work elsewhere. I've read most of the reports and logs regarding the incident and… wow, I missed a lot.
Shortrith/Evinrude: Response
Wren: I really am okay. I feel better now, I just… ::shaking herself a little:: I needed a second
Quentin smiled a little and nodded, reaching down to extend his hand.
Beck: Now I'd like to formally introduce myself - Doctor Quentin Beck, Chief Medical Officer. Pleased to meet you, Ensign.
He nodded at the tappers.
Beck: Feel free to take those if you like - might be good to have a pair as mobile as that, anyway, in case you can't get back to your quarters. And come back any time. ::nodding at Remy:: That invitation extends to him, too.
He turned to the others and offered a nod.
Beck: Tess, Renaie. I'll see you two later. Keep an eye on our friend here.
Evinrude/Shortrith: Response
He smiled and moved back across Sickbay to help the last of his patients.
[End scene for Beck!]
Lieutenant Commander Quentin Beck, MD, FASFS
Chief Medical Officer
USS Ronin NCC-34523
A238810SA0