Posted Sept. 13, 2020, 10:28 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Hannah Lori Asimina (Doctor) (Jennifer Ward)
Posted by Commander Daniel “DaVinci” Colter (Chief Intelligence Officer/ 2nd Officer) in Sicbay-calling Doc Asimina
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Hannah Lori Asimina (Doctor) in Sicbay-calling Doc Asimina
Posted by Commander Daniel “DaVinci” Colter (Chief Intelligence Officer/ 2nd Officer) in Sicbay-calling Doc Asimina
DaVinci came hobbling into sickbay, obviously in pain by the grimace on his face. The sweaty gold T-shirt he had on was well-worn and faded If one looked close enough, University of Wyoming could still be seen across the chest printed in brown. The cotton shorts he wore had the colors and printing transposed.It was evident the swollen left knee was the reason for the limp and pain, but the rest of his body could be considered perfection. A sculpture of a Roman gladiator would come to mind.
An NE nurse saw Colter enter the sickbay as the doors swooshed closed behind him. Rushing over, the nurse helped him get to the bio-bed and climb up.
“Reliving glory days again, Commander?” the nurse asked
“Just playing at what could’ve been, Claire.” he replied. “Please tell me there’s a doc available.”
“Dr. Asimina on duty. I’ll get her. You. . . .don’t move.”
DaVinci gave Nurse Temple a thumbs up and lay back on the bed, closing his eyes. . . . .
Colter (CIO)
“Dr. Asimina we have a patient in here for you. It’s his knee,” Nurse Temple called.
Hannah got up pulling her lab coat on. Knees were bad injuries and if not treated right could cause years of pain and discomfort. Hannah came around the corner from the office and, she stopped to grab a tricorder and a hypo for the pain. She started to step over her unique accent carrying softly across to the biobed, “What happened?” and that’s when she got a look at his face. Time seemed to stop for a moment. She could see him standing on the top of that bluff with her. She slipped the tricorder into her pocket, and without a second thought she signed his name-Davinci. A “d” hand tapped to the forehead above the brow and moving outward to an open palm fingers spread, as if she had thrown something. “Daniel?” But her hands asked, Is it really you? And then her hands stopped, and she was giving him the hypo. “Nurse temple, get me an ice pack. Then get me the tens unit and the dermal reginerator,” she asked without looking away from the patient.
Lt j.g. Asimina, DoctorWithout even hearing her voice, but seeing her face and watching her sign, Colter knew exactly who his doctor was. Surprised to see her and even more surprised she was on his ship, brought a huge smile to the CIO’s face.
The pain in his knee temporarily forgotten, he opened his arms waiting for an embrace. “Hannah, what are doing on the Saracen? How long have you been here? HOW did you even get here without me knowing??”
Colter (CIO)
Hannah’s face lit up. It was Daniel. After the first year of no word she hadn’t expected to hear from him again. She’d prayed he was safe, or as safe as an Intel officer could be. She stepped into his embrace, careful of his knee, holding on tightly for a moment. She whispered, “I missed you.” She stepped back regretfully looking into his face. Later?she signed. She wasn’t even sure he remembered what she taught him.
Her hands moving along with her words. “What I’m doing here is being your doctor. I arrived the night before we entered the rift, so only about 3 days. And I guess you missed it because you had more important things to focus on. But I’ll forgive you this time.” Hannah smiled again.
Nurse Temple returned with the things Hannah requested. She wrapped the ice pack around his knee and took a blanket from under the biobed and rolled it placing it carefully under his knee to keep it slightly bent at the correct degree. She scanned his knee with the probe and shook her head. “Fluid on your knee, damaged cartilage, swollen muscles.” She stopped and looked sternly at him. “If I keep scanning am I going to find torn tendons, Daniel? What were you doing?”
Lt. j.g. Asimina, Doctor
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