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Sicbay-calling Doc Asimina

Posted Sept. 21, 2020, 3:49 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
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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, Doctor

Without 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.

He didn’t want to let go. Her embrace felt just as it had the last time they were together. Reluctantly, DaVinci released his hold and signed back perfectly, “Definitely!”

Her eyes lit up as he signed back to her. She put a hand on his shoulder, “Lay down so I can look at your knee.” How they had managed to end up here together she had no idea. When she’d been assigned she took note of the CO and CMO and nothing else. Dante and Natasha Knight both had excellent reputations and Hannah had felt lucky to get a chance to serve with them both, even as a junior officer. She should have paid more attention.

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.

He gave her a sheepish grin. “I’m blaming it on the skipper’s yeoman. She didn’t update the crew manifest before things got crazy, otherwise I would’ve seen your name and flew down here to see you!!”

She begins signing, If I had known you were here, I would transferred out weeks ago. And then she stops because she’s not supposed to sign without talking while on duty. But there was something to be said for having a private conversation in a crowded room. “Don’t you dare blame that poor yoeman for your inattention,” Hannah laughs, and like her ‘accent’ it’s different, but genuine. All the more so because Daniel would know she doesn’t laugh in front of others often because she sounds different.

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

“Trying to relive what might’ve been,” again he replied sheepishly. “Was playing football. Made a cut and felt and heard my knee pop. I blew out my ACL, ooooh 400+ years ago. I had a full ride to the U. of Wyoming, then pop!!. Couldn’t play football anymore, so I joined the army, but I still like to strap on the pads every once in a while. I figured after 400 years, there was less chance of it blowing again. . .. “

Colter (CIO)

Hannah shook her head, “I told you if you kept that up you’d end up back on my bed aga..” Hannah turns a little red and rushes, “On a bio bed again.” She turns and grabs a Microtome and begins scanning his knee. The images from the microsopic x-rays appearing on the screen. She points to several places. “Your ACL is pulled and not as tight as it should be. This is causing your patella to rub against the femur and tibia causing micro fractures in the bones and wearing the cartilage down.” She points out each of the problems. She considers the options he has and then begins to explain them. “Now, I can use the dermal regenerator and fix the symptoms, but it won’t fix the cause. You’ll have to come back in for about 4 days to get it all fixed. You’ll have to stay off of it till that round of treatment is done. And the next time you decide to play football, Cowboy,” she says playing on the school’s mascott, “you’ll be back in here having it fixed again.”

“Or,” she turns to look at him, “You can let me replace it.” While she begins to describe the procedure she begins collecting equipment from around sickbay for either option. “If you let me replace it I’ll use a bioregenerative field to regrow the cartilage. With surgery I’ll be able to get in there closely and use the dermal regnerator to get the bone regrowth done all at once. And then I’ll replace the ACL. It will be like you never got injured.” Hannah’s specialty is prosthetics and that’s what this will be, even though it won’t be seen. “The recovery will be about 5 days, if you follow directions.” She looks at the time, it’s still early in her shift, if they start right away…”I’ll have you out of here by the end of my shift, if you promise not to do anything more than walk for the next 3 days. And in 5 days you’ll be better than Marcus Attilius.” She’d always compared him to a Roman gladiator, and he was even more so now, after all this time.

“You’ll need assistance, like a cane, for a day, after that you should be able to put full weight on it. You’ll have to be sedated for the surgery.” She signs again, a grin to her face, Don’t worry I’ll still be here when you wake up. She turns back to look at him waiting for his choice, “So what will it be? Bo-legged Cowboy or a Roman Gladiator?”
Lt. j.g. Asimina, Doctor


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