Posted by Lieutenant Commander Theodore Knox (Chief Medical Officer) in Side sim: Counsellor check in - Sickbay
She breathed in deep and let it out, her mind racing. OMG she knew him, how did she know him? Where did she know him. Every single sense went on alert, but long training kept her heart rate stable and her breathing following his directions. She replayed the words over and over again. Every doctor she’d ever met said it…it was the WAY he said it. There was a vague memory, the words, but it was hazzy and hard to bring to the surface. Lights, lots of people, murmuring, moving, shuffling. Pain, a lot of pain....”Dr. Thomas Kidd.” He was there, after Mad Man. Too many, too many of them were on Leviathan. Something was going on and she’d missed it. She had too, there were to many to be a coincidence.
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS
Theo continued to scan. “Still doing alright there Counsellor?” he asked without glancing up at her, the corner of his mouth turning up ever so slightly.
He knew, he knew who she was and that she hadn’t known. Being on this ship just got a lot more complicated. She cracked a smile, “Why would I be anything else. I could go to sleep, you get to do all the work, Dr.” He didn’t respond, but that ever so slight not there grin confirmed it. She just wanted to retire. Was that too much to ask? Apparently.
He turned and began to fiddle with the scanner and the computer panel nearby. “Well the bad news is you are rather in need of treatment. I can give you a hypo for the anemia of course but it will not solve the underlying issue. While the surgical repair is…elegant it is also causing wider health issues which possibly outweigh the good it does being there.”
He brought up a holographic display of Casela’s ribs and lungs. It hovered over the real Casela so they could both see.
“Yes…” he said absently finger outstretched, tracing the repair on the hologram. “Quiet elegant. Genius really…and beautifully executed.“ he trailed off a moment.
“I beg your pardon counsellor, that was rude of me.” Theo said after a moment had passed and shook his head as if to clear it. “As I was saying that is the bad news. The good news is there is treatment options. One of which is the continual hypo spray to counteract the anemia. The second is we fit a subdural action release which will detect the levels in your blood daily and administer the correction itself. Both of these will be life long.”
He looked contemplative. “Or we could correct it surgically by removing the rib entirely and replacing it.”
“It’s quite alright, Dr Kastil is brilliant.” She fell silent for a moment listening. “First question, how much of that is experimental and what’s the success rate?” She was only half joking. She really liked the idea of getting rid of the metal ribs. “What would you replace it with?” She would need a few days to manage the schedule and cover her appointments, and rearrange RTF training. “Either way, for now, let’s go with the hypo.”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS
Theo gave her the same half corner of his mouth smile. “None of it is experimental its a common procedure and has a very high success rate. We would replicate a biosynthetic replacement using your previous scans as a template and when it was constructed we would surgically remove the current resident and replace it with this one if you will excuse the poorly formed metaphor.”
Casela just nodded as she listened. She’d heard of the procedure in passing. It wasn’t her area, any of her areas, of expertise.
He tapped on a Padd and brought up some information about such surgeries and offered her it. “It would take a few days to create and then the surgery would be a few hours followed by a period of two days minimum in sick bay for observation and a following five days of daily check ups and off duty recovery then light duties for another five days. Call it 21 days from agreement to recovery barring any complications.”
She read the PaDD and the information. 21 days, almost a month, she’d be out of commission. “I’ll have to have approval for the time off since it’s not an emergency.” She was not looking forward to explaining this to them. That meant the Cobb, Raauhl, and Manhattan. She sighed, why her? She supposed she could ask Knox to inform them.
He gave her a moment to consider and busied himself with the hypo. “If I may?” he asked showing her it.
She nodded, turning her head to the side. “Of course.”
Lt. Synthi-er, CNS
“If we only count the time you’ll be off duty or light duties it’s, Three days in sick bay total, five off duty then five on light duty. 13 days. 8 days to construct the replacement.” he said he administered the hypo to her neck and switch the device for a sub dermal regenerator.
“I can also assist with your bruises if you would like.” he added and looked at her.
“8 days should be more than enough for me to adjust my duty roster.” She nodded at the subdermal regenerator. She was already here, no reason to not let him heal them. While he worked she watched him. She’d recovered exceptionally well, physically anyway after her multiple surgeries on Centurion. She’d never met the doctor who’d done them, until now. So the section had sent their own doctor to her. To make sure she didn’t talk? Or because he was the best? Or maybe both? It didn’t matter, he’d done what no other doctor could do. She’d never had reason not to trust their own doctors, but it still didn’t sit well that they sent him here. She had questions, but were there answers?
Lt Synthi-er, CNS
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