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Posted Oct. 30, 2018, 11:22 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Kirshara (Science Officer) (Timothy Frogue)

Posted by Ensign Tauren (Doctor) in (Tag for all Medical Personnel)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Kirshara (Science Officer) in (Tag for all Medical Personnel)

Posted by Ensign Tauren (Doctor) in (Tag for all Medical Personnel)
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Lt. Kirshara came into sickbay; even for a Vulcan, he looked worried. In his hands was an earth looking dog. How he got it onboard is another subject altogether but, at this very moment, the dog was very sick. She was a St. Bernard and stood pretty tall, it took a lot of strength for Kirshara to carry her into sickbay. Giving away to his emotions, just for a minute, he exclaimed, “I need help, please!”

Kirshara

Tauren approached first, tricorder in hand already opened. “Fascinating,” he allowed, as he focused the scans on the animal first. “Where did you find this canine, Lieutenant?” he asked, a few moments later, as the data started to roll across his screen, before motioning with an arm. “Biobed number two is available for a more detailed readout.”

Kirshara looked up the Doctor, “She was a gift and I could not leave her behind; she has been my friend. When I got in from duty she had threw up all over the deck and I was laying in her own bio. I just knew this was bad.” Carrying the dog over to the biobed Kirshara could not gain his logic back. He continued, “I am drawn to this animal in ways I cannot understand. Please, you must do something..”

Kirshara

Tauren raised an eyebrow briefly, but as he understood it there was no regulation against keeping pets. The biobed immediately revealed that the dog had suffered some significant dehydration, most likely the result of having vomited. “I will need to give this patient intravenous fluids first,” he concluded aloud, before setting up to do precisely that. It didn’t take long at all for him to attach the bag, and insert the feed line into a vein on one of the canine’s legs.

“It is most likely that your canine is suffering from some form of food poisoning or an intestinal infection. Most mammals respond to either of those stimuli by vomiting. A starship environment is generally quite sterile, however.” He frowned ever so slightly, looking at the readings. “The fluids will help, within minutes, but they won’t solve the underlying issue.” He began to scan the dog’s belly for any signs of infection, or foreign objects inside, and then on a hunch checked the dog’s womb to see if it could be related to a possible pregancy.

-Tauren

Kirshara looked at the Doctor and reponded, “Thank you doctor. I have been feeding her dog supplment numnber 9 most days and she has never had any type of reaction like this before. It is just weird.”

Looking back over as his Dog, he continued, “My little friend, it is only logical that you get well, I am not sure how I would continue without you.”

Kirshara

Tauren nodded to himself. “I cannot precisely identify the pathogen, but your canine has elevated leukocytes, indicating an infection. Computer, consult veterinary database, calculate appropriate dose of broad spectrum antibiotics for a canine of this weight. Display on primary console, and load hypospray.”

While the computer worked, he looked to Kirshara with concern. “Lieutenant, I trust you are aware of the normal lifespan of such an animal. I am confident she will recover from this illness, but I would not care to take odds on her survival more than twenty years beyond today.”

OOC: Is there anything in particular you want her to have? or definately not have, such as a pregnancy? It’s your dog so… :D

-Tauren

OOC: No, it does not matter, this was just away to get involved and not AWOL or something.

IC: “Thank you, Doctor. I do know the limited lifespan of my Dog, but you know they seem to grow on you. I just can’t explain it…just that she came into my life and has made it better. I have come to understand that I will most likely never marry, so my dog keeps me company.”

Kirshara

Tauren considered the implications briefly. It really wasn’t his place to pry as to why Kirshara’s parents would not have arranged a mate for him, but it was a bit unusual.

“Companionship is not illogical, and despite your companion’s strong smell, canines are renown for their loyalty, so the selection itself is also quite logical,” he said, as he pulled out the prepared hyposprays. “This antibiotic should take care of whatever pathogen she has, and this anti-nauseal should help her keep her fluids. We can check back in 72 hours if all seems well, and earlier if she suffers further distress.” He started to put the hypo to the dog’s neck, but startled back a bit when she gave a little growl.

“I assure you this will not be painful,” he tried to explain to his patient.

-Tauren, Med

Putting his hands on his dog, Kirshara said “It will be okay my friend.”

Looking over at the doctor he continued, “Thank you, Doctor. As for my dog’s smell, I have just adapted to it. It is like living with some humans....if I may say so.”

Kirshara

“Humans often take offense to that sort of statement of fact,” Tauren pointed out. “Like your friend, we are more sensitive to odors than they are.. and like with your friend, I believe it is usually best for us not to point this fact out too obviously. It is not a thing they can greatly control.” Then his tone became almost conspiratorial, and in a near whisper he added. “Also, humans smell benign compared to Bolians and Bajorans.”

-Tauren

Thinking about what the doctor had said for a minute or two, Kirshara knew that the only logical thing was to admit the doctor must be correct. Thus, looking at the doctor he responded, “I see your point, Doctor; a most logical opinion.”
Kirshara

Tauren nodded a bit, and finished the hypo, fortunately to nothing worse than a hesitant growl from his patient. “Hopefully, this should take care of things fairly quickly.” He set the hypo down. “I am going to get some tea. Would you care for a beverage?”

-Tauren

Thank you, Doctor but if we are done, I will take my pet back to my quarters. However, you would be most welcomed to come to my quarters for some tea. Shall we say around 1900? Of course, this is just for a social call; I am trying to work on my “people skills.”

Kirshara


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