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Give a Guy a Hand? - Alt Timeline - TAG Any Medical -

Posted Feb. 18, 2019, 2:55 a.m. by Ensign Oliver Pierce (Engineer) (Frederic Martin)

“AGH! Ffff… ok! Ok. Ow.” Oliver gritted his teeth and tried to stifle a yelp of pain. He was hunched over his desk in his tiny quarters with his sleeves rolled up and his right arm laid out bare before him. His mechanical right hand sat palm up on the desk twitching as a thin bit of metal, the remnants of a now very broken tool, rose out of the mechanical base of his wrist. He breathed hard, regretting doing self-maintenance tired, and slowly extended his left hand to pull out the broken tool.

I wish I didn’t do that! He thought as the attempt both proved the tool was quite stuck in there, and set off a fresh wave of pain. Though mechanical, the prosthetic was very much so connected to the nerves in his forearm, and he was deeply regretting opting for this appendage that primitive compared to modern bio-synthetic limbs. He thought for a moment about calling Reno, or Sural, or anyone from Engineering for help, but eventually thought better of it. Engineers tended not to have a delicate touch, and alone just barely grazing the broken metal rising from his wrist was nearly as painful as losing the hand in the first place.

“Ok,” Oliver said aloud, “You’re fine. You just need to get to sick bay, and talk them through fixing your hand.” He sat in silence for a moment just looking at the mess he’d made of his artificial limb. Through gritted teeth, he managed to berate himself, “Get up. Now.

Oilver stood and began the long trek to sick bay from his quarters on deck 45.

When he finally arrived, he walked as confidently as he could through the door and spoke up and, without properly thinking of the pun, “Hello? Can anyone lend a hand?”

Oliver Pierce, Eng.


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