Anger and Accountability…Primrose in Sickbay…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present. on USS Atlantis

Posted May 30, 2023, 12:45 p.m. by Lieutenant Aurra Talisse (Chief Medical Officer) (D Grisham)

Posted by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Anger and Accountability…Primrose in Sickbay…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present. on USS Atlantis

Posted by Lieutenant Aurra Talisse (Chief Medical Officer) in Anger and Accountability…Primrose in Sickbay…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present. on USS Atlantis

Posted by Captain Kelly Bordeaux (Commanding Officer) in Anger and Accountability…Primrose in Sickbay…When the past doesn’t match the future or the present. on USS Atlantis
Primrose glared at the two security officers that helped him into sickbay. The brutishness of the crew was being noted. He had just barely escaped with his life from a terrorist attack and yet security was acting as if he was the monster. With each step from his diplomatic suites to sickbay, Primrose powered his well over weight mass onward thinking about all those he would order reassigned when he reached Starfleet command. Kelly and her cronies would pay for this debacle and he would probably get a medal for heroism based on almost being killed.

“Will you stop jerking me around,” he snapped to the man on his right with a scowl. “I could have a head injury and the way you have been pulling and pushing me could have easily made it worse.”

“Oh you have a head injury but stupid is not a medical diagnosis,” one of the security officers muttered under his breath.

“Careful son,” Primrose growled under his breath. “You are speaking to a superior officer.”

“No just one with more rank,” Kelly said suddenly replied standing outside her room. She was still pale and the bruises were starting to fade but many were still an angry purple and green dotting her body. She looked exhausted but that did not stop her mouth from working like before. “Get the hell out of my sick bay. There is a minute clinic on deck five.” Looking at the security guards, she nodded to them.

“You pompous little witch. I am a senior officer. You can’t just remove my medical care. I am injured and need treatment,” Primrose thundered. “And where is the damn doctor,” he bellowed looking around the room. “A man could die before he is saved.”

“We could only be that lucky,” Kelly took a few steps before realizing walking was not the best idea. Holding the edge of the table she balanced herself but didn’t go any further. The movement seemed to cause an instant migraine and bout of nausea. Still, Kelly was too stubborn to back down to Primrose.

Kelly Bordeaux
Captain Niles Primrose

Aurra was within earshot of the entire exchange. “I’m the damn doctor, Sir.” She said, rounding a corner. Her voice was calm as she studied the wounded officer. Mossy, green eyes examined him outwardly, assessing his condition. “I don’t think you’re in any danger of dying so let’s everyone calm down, alright?”

“Doctor you have no idea how intensive and traumatic my wounds are,” Primrose’s eyes narrowed and bore an icy stare. “Maybe you should examine me before pronouncing how fit for duty I am.” Just like the rest of this crew, none of them held any allegiance to Starfleet but only misguided hero worship to the harpy standing behind the doctor. “And do not tell me to calm down. I will tell you that if I had not been rescued by the security forces I might have bled out.”

A sarcastic snort erupted from one of the security officer’s noses as he struggled to maintain composure and not beat the man next to him into a bloody pulp.

“Careful Lieutenant.” Primrose’s warning was a barely controlled hiss. “Your entire department along with that gigantic green monstrosity you have for a chief is going to be thoroughly debriefed and investigated and if,” he let the last word hang like a threat, “it is found out that you flagrantly ignored securing the captain of the ship in a time of the attack every single one of you will be brought up on insubordination charges. You will be prosecuted to the fullest extent of Starfleet justice will allow. Starfleet Order 56: Section D, Paragraph 4-C– states that in a time of conflict, the senior staff will have protection by the security forces at all costs. So where were you?”

Kelly took another step forward but the security officer spoke for her.

Lt. Peter Parsons had had just enough to Primrose by this point. With Kelly standing it meant the slug’s reign of ineptness was soon over. “No, that regulation states that the captain and first officer could not be on an away mission at the same time. If by chance you are referring to Starfleet Order 192: Section A, Paragraph 3-B– which states that in a situation of an alien take over of the ship when the ship is carrying objects or materials vital to the security of the Federation, security forces will fall back to the bridge in order to secure the senior staff will have protection by the security forces so that they are able to complete the process self destruct while the other security forces continue to repel borders. You also could cite General Order 15 or what we fondly call the Kelly Clause: No flag officer shall beam into a hazardous area without armed escort but you Sir were not begging to be placed in the Promenade but safely ten decks above with an escape pod just outside your door.”

“Ma’am,” the other officer looked at Kelly. “Permission to brig him so that we can ensure his safety.”

“Permission granted,” Kelly leaned against the table with a wry smile.

Her gaze rolled over to Bordeaux. “And if you don’t mind, Captain, I’ll run sickbay and make decisions about patient welfare and treatment. Not you. Put him over there on one of the beds.” The last was to the security guards. She wasn’t about to send Primrose to another clinic when he was already in her medical bay.

“Jesus Kelly,” a voice yelled out adding to the chaos in the room. “I am going to have them restrain you into bed.” Dr. Lauren Shan had had enough of the past hour. “Go,” she snapped her fingers and waved Kelly back towards her room.

The two security officers nodded at Talisse and pushed Primrose slightly in the direction she indicated wearing a frown as Primrose ranted and blustered all the way there.

“You take him. I will deal with Captain Chaos,” Lauren said to Talisse with a small smirk.

Across the room, Primrose bellowed again. “Dr. Talisse what the hell are you doing just standing there when I am needing medical treatment.”

Grabbing up a tricorder, Talisse headed over to where Primrose was settling in. “I’m Dr Talisse, please explain how you were injured.”

—CMO Talisse

“I was stabbed and shot and as I tried to fight the defenders off I was struck on the head. I need a full battery of holoscans. Concentrate on my head where I am sure you will find cranial bleeding. I am going to need suturing of my stab wound and probably a cane. I will only be able to concentrate on bed rest for forty-eight hours so don’t think you can authorize any more.” Primrose reclined back like a bloated whale on the examination table hissing and moaning with every muscle movement.

Holding back the urge to roll her eyes, Aurra listened as Primrose listed his severe injuries. She understood patients being anxious about wounds and their outcomes, but this man was just a big baby. Was he in pain? Certainly, but he was being totally undignified as an officer with all the grandstanding.

Talisse would not need a tricorder to ascertain the extent of his injuries. The man did have a large knot swelling along his brow line however the placement of the bump would indicate he fell and hit his head on something rather than sustained a blow in fighting. His leg did have a stab wound that coated his pant leg but the wound was almost surgically precise. It had missed any major veins, arteries, or tendons. The only damage was to the muscle fibers which would easily be treated by a few sessions with a dermal regenerator. If she did cut open his pant leg, Talisse would notice a large bruise forming around his patella most likely from a fall where he hit his knee on the way down.

Captian Kelly Bordeaux
Captain Niles Primrose

Once her assessment was finished, Aurra gathered the supplies needed to treat the injuries. The first thing she did was give him a large dose of pain medicine in the hope that it would relieve his pain and quiet him down. After she set the dermal regenerator over the stab wound in his leg, she took a closer at the knot on his head to see if there were signs of rising intracranial pressure. (are there?)

The last thing needing attention was a bruised kneecap. The particular way the injury presented, suggested Primrose had fallen and the knee had taken the brunt of his weight against the floor.

—CMO Talisse

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