Posted Jan. 20, 2019, 2:46 p.m. by Ensign Fraiser Flynn (Security Officer) (Cass Young)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Satreya Boja (Chief Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Flynns Physical Evaluation
Posted by Ensign Fraiser Flynn (Security Officer) in Side Sim: Flynns Physical Evaluation
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Satreya Boja (Chief Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Flynns Physical Evaluation
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“Well, I’m not like other Napeans you’ve met, clearly” Boja said with a slightly secretive smile as she closed the tricorder.
“Clearly…” Flynn agreed, disappointed she’d given nothing away.
Stepping away very briefly, she returned with an osteoregenerator and pulled over the side table. She set the tray of usual tools to the side on the bed and patted it with her hand. “Place your hand here and we’ll adjust it so it’s comfortable. You’ve fractured some of your fingers, as I’m probably sure you’ve guessed, and now we’re going to take care and knit those bones back together.”
“So… a door, huh?” Boja asked, but by her tone she clearly wasn’t buying it.
Boja, CMO
Flynn placed his hand on the table obediently, “A bizzare accident,” he said his smile widening slightly, two could play at this game. “I hope this isn’t a common occurance on the Saracen. I quite like my hands fully functioning” he joked lightly.
Ensign Flynn
Security“As would anyone,” Boja said with a slight smile as she grabbed a hypo and showed it to him. “I’m going to give you a dose of bicaridine before I start healing the fractures. It should make it less painful because I’ll have to move your fingers. You’ll have a follow-up dose later and we’ll see how it goes.”
Flynn nodded in acknowledgement, eyeing the medication wearily. “Do what you have to doc,”
She waited for his acknowledgement before injecting the medicine.
Focusing her ebony eyes on the task at hand, Satreya slipped her hand very gently under his so that when she was ready she could position the fingers in the correct position as she healed them. “This will hurt momentarily, but it should be less than it would have been without the analgesic,” she said with an encouraging smile.
Despite the doctors gentle touch, Flynn tensed when their skin made contact. He wasn’t afraid of a little pain, but he was acutely aware that the physical contact would strengthen Boja’s ability to sense his emotions.
It depended entirely on the awareness of the person she treated whether they would feel the distinct energy she emitted, and it was often strongest when in direct contact. But still some never noticed it at all. In this case, her intense focus on carefully stretching out the finger slowly as the osteo-regenerator knit the fracture closed. And yet, she was still able to converse.
“Did you know that medicine is like a little mystery game. It reveals all sorts of things that if you pay attention close enough, reveal situations and circumstances as they relly are and not what others wish them to be.”
Boja, CMO
Flynn couldn’t help the cold that spiked in him and he focused intently on the muffled pain in his fingers to try and hide it. His eyes had been flickering between watching what the CMO was doing to his hands, and her face, but now his eyes reseted souly on her face. “Really?” he asked causally, giving her one of his charming smiles, even though he knew it would be pointless “If that’s the case why aren’t more doctors detectives?”
Ens. Flynn
Security
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