Posted by Lieutenant Commander Tolar Zarath (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay, Deck 4

Posted by Civilian Shane Warwick (Unexpected Guest) in Sickbay, Deck 4

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Tolar Zarath (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay, Deck 4
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With the help of Trenton, Shane was escorted back to Sickbay. With a promise to keep his nose clean, she left him in the good hands of the medical staff.

Not knowing if anyone was staffing this branch of Sickbay, he called out. “Anybody here?”

While waiting he reached under the biobed and found a medical tricorder. He ran the scan wand over himself to get a base reading. He was wondering what his medical condition was since he had been released from the stasis pod.

• Warwick

“You can read your file, too, if you wish.” The Andorian Doctor took a sip of hot tea as he eased around the corner from his office, which was dark. His cane tapped on the deck plates as he moved, dark eyes resting on Warwick.

-Zarath, CMO

Warwick anxiously turned to face whomever was speaking. He eased when he saw it was Zarath. “You know, you would make a fairly good interrogator, Doc. What with the whole creepy tap-tap of your cane, and such. It could put real fear into your captors hearing your coming.” he added with a crooked smile.

Zarath smiled wanly at that, his antennae curling forward.

“I would like to see that file, and compare it to what is on my medical file.” Warwick actually seemed serious for a bit, although he was tipsy, :”I was hoping we could run those tests that Abrams was asking about. See if we could find out just how long I was in the Pod.”

• Warwick

“What makes you think it isn’t your medical file that I was referring to?” The Andorian raised a while eyebrow. He went on, though, not expecting an answer to that particular question. “Very well, which tests would you like me to run?” He offered a PaDD to Warwick, which contained his medical file and nothing else.

-Zarath, CMO

Warwick had started to like Zareth. He felt they thought alike on several subjects. “Let’s try a simple analysis first. Can you see if my last transporter trace is still in the ship’s computer? It will be under my Carson Lowe alias, and be about seven years old. If so, let’s put it up on the screen and compare it to the readings in my file.”

“Once we see them side by side, we can figure out what tests to run. Cellular degradation in the brain tissue. Bone density readings. Bilirubin levels in my liver, to name a few.” He scanned his medical file. “it’s a place to start at least.”

• Warwick.

“I should have access that goes above and beyond engineering overrides because of medical law, but who knows if that pattern information is still in the system memory. That memory gets recycled every few years, as needed, to save space…” Zarath created a link from his office computer to the Transporter Ops system and started a new database under ‘Carson Lowe’. Then he queried the computer for the information they wanted.

“We’ll see…” He grunted.

-Zarath, CMO

It seemed as if Warwick’s previous pattern buffer was indeed still in memory. Someone had excluded it from the regular recycle process, so it had survived through who knew how many purges. There was no record on who may have done that however.

GM Dread

The computer chirped its alert signal and the pattern information began scrolling across the screen. “Isn’t that special… Someone seems to have had the forethought to flag your original pattern for long-term memory storage.” The Andorian feigned an expression of surprise and gave a gravelly chuckle. “It’s a wonder it wasn’t coded for high-security clearance…” He pointedly looked Shane in the eye as he turned the monitor so the man could read the scrolling text, his look intending to express that it had in fact been coded for clearance and that somehow Zarath had adequate clearance to access it anyhow. “Shame that no one left their name and number when they flagged the file, though.” The Doctor crossed his arms, watching Warwick read the screen.

-Zarath, CMO

Shane looked the monitor over as the data and images started to stream. “Doctor, I have learned in my life that there is such a thing as luck. I am living proof of both varieties… the good and the bad.” He didn’t look at the Doctor but was intent on attempting to analyze the data he was seeing. Was Zorath implying he knew the reason why his transporter trace had been retained? Stranger things have happened.

“This…” he began pointing to the screen, “… I believe is a stroke of good luck.” He continued watching the data for a moment then added, “And this is an example of the bad…” Shane visibly swallowed before addressing what he had seen, “Its looking like the cellular degradation of my bone marrow has increased. Possible from the second stint in the stasis chamber … possible from my imprisonment… Do you see what I’m seeing as well.”

• Warwick

The Doctor nodded with a grunt, his mind turning over the implications of the data they were seeing. He took a sip of tea, antennae curling thoughtfully at his brow line. He didn’t like what he was seeing, and as a doctor, he couldn’t help but feel responsible to his patient for finding a solution for the degradation. Several courses of action occurred to him, but one stuck out in his mind as a possible solution that might be better than the rest.

“Mr. Warwick, it has been my experience in life that Luck can be damned for all the good or bad it does us. Things happen, we react. Those of us who are able to, think ahead and act accordingly, instead of merely reacting.” He paused for another sip, his gravelly voice low. “There is luck and there is deciding to act regardless of circumstance. One will get a man farther than the other, Mr. Warwick.”

Zarath turned the screen back to himself and stared at it for a moment. “I see that we have your transporter pattern, and I see that we can use it to repair the cellular damage…”

-Zarath, CMO

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