Side sim: Counsellor check in

Posted Jan. 14, 2021, 7:23 p.m. by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) (Jennifer Ward)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Theodore Knox (Chief Medical Officer) in Side sim: Counsellor check in


Casela was aware of the almost predatory way the doctor observed her. Others probably found it disturbing and unsettling to say the least. For Casela, it was reassuring.
She lived in a world where no one was to be trusted and everyone had hidden motives. Whatever his motives might be, at least his nature showed itself in his body language. Whether that nature was good or bad was yet to be determined, but the obvious appraisal didn’t bother her. She tipped her head to the side, considering. “That is probably true. But at the heart of that oath is simply the idea to cause no harm, and on this ship, that is a very grey area.”

He paused to give her a small smile. “I always perfered another old earth text to be my guiding code. “Do unto others as you would have them do to you.”

“Another wise Earth saying. Though it can be dangerously deceptive depending on which side of the statement you land on.”

His expression formed into one of mild concern then. “Forgive me Counsellor, but if I appear rude but the bruises on your arms…are those new?”

Dr Knox

Casela didn’t even have to look down. She knew what he was talking about. She’d noticed she’d gotten bruises in the last weeks during training, something that never happened, unless she got hit really hard. “About a week or two old. I don’t usually bruise that easily.” They should have been healed by then. She didn’t usually address bruises herself because they healed on their own alright, normally. “Why do you ask?” She honestly had put very little thought to it, at first. Then when they were slow to heal she’d considered sickbay but didn’t want to be the subject of another one of Fey’s unannounced experiments. She should have gone to McHarrie, but who had time. This appointment was the longest she’d gone sitting in 3 weeks.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS

Theodore listened to her and turned slightly in the chair to observe her again carefully from head to toe. ”Given the nature of your answer, the bruises alongside the dark circles under your eyes, and the pale complexion would be enough to make me think you would do well to have yourself checked out. Do you feel well?” his tone was a mix of concern and interest.

Dr Knox

Casela sat back down and was a little surprised at his assessment, but if she was being honest he was right. She started to sip her coffee and stopped and put it down. “I’m downing coffee like water, and I can’t stand the stuff. Finally found this one, Pepperment Mocha, that I can stand, and you would think between the amount of caffinne and sugar in it, and the amount I’m drinking, I’d be wide awake all the time. But by the end of the day I’m out before I can sit down.” Which was very odd since she usually couldn’t sleep with anyone around. And after her encounter with Sandman and then Hampton’s orb, she wasn’t feeling well really. She stiffled a yawn, “See what I mean. But no I guess I don’t feel well, or at least not myself.”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

“Hmmm.” he responded. Internally Theodore felt a bubble of interest. He reached into the pocket of the lab coat and produced a tricorder. “With your permission Counsellor, it won’t take more than a minute and will save you a trip to sick bay.” he said showing her the closed device and waiting for her response.

Dr Knox

Casela got up and moved around her desk to the chair in the more open area. “By all means doctor, you are the expert. I keep a very demanding schedule and thought it was simply fatigue, but if you can explain it…” Casela did keep a demanding schedule. 8 hours of alpha shift, three off and then straight to RTF training 6 days a week, and additional training with Fenrir if needed after. Not to mention making time for ‘personal’ time. She went constantly, but that had never been a problem before. She always was on the move and going. She probably should have been more concerned. Scans would show her lower ribs and sternum had been coated in metal causing anemia that had been previously undiagnosed and so was untreated, and possibly other complications.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS

Well that was interesting…his face expression did not change. He simply continued to scan, his fingers moving across the device as he got an in-depth scan of the area, the potential reasons for such a repair flashing through his mind. He closes the recorder and looked up at Casela.

“I am very sorry to say counsellor that I lied to you ” he said, sounding genuinely agrieved at such a fact. “I will not be able to save you that trip to sick bay after all. I’m afraid that a repair to your ribs is causing some…” he paused on the word, moistened his lips and continued “…complications. I can do something to remedy this but it will require you to accompany me to sick bay.” he watched her and added with a charming smile. “And of course declare me fit for duty so I may practice medicine onboard.”

Dr Knox

A very dangerous look crossed her face, and lucky for Knox it wasn’t directed at him. Another one of Fey’s experiments? Another one she didn’t even know she was a part of? The look on crossed her eyes though, her face remaining passive. She got up walking over to her console. “I see no reason to not clear you, Doctor.” She typed in the information clearing him for duty, she’d write the report later. “I assume you want me to accompany you now?” She raised a brow, the question rhetorical in nature. She stepped out of her office, told Davis to move around her appointments, that she’d be unavailable for awhile. Her staff was used to this, she was needed else where on the ship, but after what had happened the last time she went to sickbay, and with Knox escorting her it was a good assumption, Davis was concerned. He sent a message to Ziecast giving him a head’s up. Ziecast was the one on staff that handled Synthi-er’s file.

“My thanks.” Theo responded to her clearance of him and quietly turned to follow her.

Casela stepped into the turbolift and waited for, she hoped, the good doctor, to join her.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

Stepping beside her, his hands clasped behind his back as if they were going for a leisurely stroll. Calmly he said “So, would you care to regale me with the story as to how you happened to have your ribs smealted as it were?”

Dr Knox

Casela stood in the lift, her posture mimicking his, by habit, not by purpose. “I train hard Doctor. A perusal of my file will show you…not much despite it’s length. After a particularly nasty anomaly encounter I realized, after being severely injured, my reactions times had slowed. Long story short, I increased the intensity of my person training program and got nailed. Then I went to RTF training, instead of sickbay, not realizing how hurt I had gotten, and got nailed again. Several times actually. The ribs on my left side were already weak from previous injuries, so that didn’t help.” She shrugged, philosophical about it. A little injury, or big, compared to loosing one’s life was a minor payment. And learning to fight while hurt was a hard lesson to learn. And after Mad Man, most injuries seemed minor in comparison.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

“Oh indeed.” Theo said empathically, nodding along as she spoke. Internally Theodore considered her words, circling back to process each point she had made and making a mental note to check her file throughly. “I can relate to an extent, section training was not pleasant as you are aware.” He said quietly then cleared his throat.

Casela didn’t say she was section, so that meant either Knox was as well and like recognized like, or he at least had dealings with them and had been told about her ahead of time. Either option made her very wary. But as far as medical treatment went, abducting her on the operating table wasn’t section’s style. That was too complicated and messy. Too many records leading up to the event, too much clean up. She’d never had reason not to trust the medical professionals she’d seen. She didn’t have a reason to not trust another operative either, in general. That didn’t mean she would, but she could. However she didn’t mention his comment or react outwardly to it. Just another delve into the files she would have to do.

“However, I should have been more clear, I meant how did this particular thing happen as treatment…” his expression brightened even as he spoke and took on a faraway look as if daydreaming. “Doctor Kastil…of course…elegant almost but unlikely she could have foreseen such a reaction from you physiology. Hmmm.”

Dr Knox

“Yes, Dr. Kastil. She’s brilliant. I’ve been the subject of many experimental procedures, Dr Knox. And I don’t object to them on principle. What I do object to is not being informed of such and the risks in an outright and forward manner. What she told me was: We can do a calcium revitalization which will replenish the organic calcium in the bones to strengthen them once again, but this will require you to not do anything to damage your ribs for up to two years for the new calcium to settle in. We have a carbon fiber reinforcement which will protect the more vulnerable part of your ribs, but may potentially break the rib in a different location when they do. There is also an option to do a metal reinforcement, but it will add about seven kilograms to your weight that you will have to get used to, but the bonding is very reliable thanks to my chemistry advancements. Given the a nature of our work, I thought it prudent that I take an option that would allow me to return to my work as quickly and as healed as possible. What she failed to tell me was it was experimental and that it had only had four successful attempts to date. She told me this as I fell under the general anesthesia, and failed not read in my file that I don’t react well to general anesthesia to begin with.” Casela ended with that. She knew Fey was brilliant and respected her work, but after that incident she couldn’t bring herself to go to sickbay and it was churning her stomach to be doing it now. But now that Knox had found something wrong, there was no way out of going.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS

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