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It's the shoulder doc

Posted on Wed Sep 23rd, 2020 @ 11:25pm by Ensign Eleanor Raine & Lieutenant Commander Hermia O'Rourke MD
Edited on on Wed Sep 23rd, 2020 @ 11:32pm

Mission: Episode 10 - New Home, Same Pioneers
Location: Sickbay - Deck 5 - USS Pioneer
Timeline: MD009 1200 hrs
801 words - 2 OF Standard Post Measure


After her run-in with the young marine, Eleanor had found her way to Sickbay. The pain in her shoulder had not subdued, but she was not going to admit that to Aiden, after all, he looked mortified enough when he grabbed and twisted it. Taking a deep breath she happily strolled into Sickbay on deck five.
Looking around she noticed a familiar face, with reddish-brown hair, her fellow singleton in arms Hermia.

“Commander.” She said as she proceeded further into sickbay “Wondering if you can take a look at my shoulder?” she asked, still holding onto her arm, via the elbow for support.

"Hi, Eleanor, how did it happen?" Hermia asked picking up a medical tri-corder and leading the Diplomatic Officer to a biobed.

“Oh, erm, my own fault really. I must learn not to go sneaking up on people, it was purely an accident, he didn’t mean to…”

"Who, did this to you?" Hermia said. "Protecting him won't help anyone." Hermia said her bedside manner dropped at the thought of some man attacking people on the ship.

“Really, it was an accident, perhaps he overreacted a little, but I did sneak up on him and catch him by surprise.”

"I still need to know his name, even if just to get his side of the situation," Hermia said.

“Nope, not getting a name, even if you make it an order.”
Eleanor was stubborn in these matters, if she had any concerns, she would have raised them, given her the information she wanted, but it wasn’t doing to happen, it was an accident and nothing untoward.

"Okay, I'll drop it, I just hope he's worth it," Hermia said as she remembered the S.O.B. she'd married. He never lay a hand on her, he was emotionally manipulative and verbally cruel.

Eleanor smiled, even though the pain, her concern was touching. Pondering for a moment, she thought about just giving her the name, but being a diplomat she could just drop a subtle hint, that way she didn't name name but she might be able to identify him. "Honestly, if I thought it was an issue, I would tell you. To be honest, he looked a little sad, hell he looked barely old enough to wear a uniform, let alone be a Marine."

Hermia scanned Eleanor's shoulder and said. "Its not broken, just sprain, I'll reknit the muscle and give you something for the pain and the inflammation."

She gave Eleanor a local anaesthetic, erected a sterile field around her shoulder and used the subdermal scalpel to knit the muscle back together. "There all done, it will be back to normal in a couple of days." She then administered a dose of Hydrocortilene.

Eleanor moved her shoulder, the pain had subsided, and a smile crept across her face. "Thank you, Doctor," she said her sincerity showing. "And really, I appreciate the concern," she said giving the Dr's arm a gentle squeeze. "I mean it, I'm touched, but not all men are douche bags, if you ever need to vent or want to share anything about your shamble of marriage, I have some select, questionable bottles of the good stuff, non of this replicated crap, my doors are always open."

"Thank you, Eleanor, I'll keep that in mind," Hermia said.

"Anytime, it's good to vent. Oh, I know we have a counsellor, but sometimes it's better to bear our hearts out to our friends. I for one don't like speaking to a stranger about things, who then tip to around saying they know how you feel. Trust me, after the death of my brother at Utopia Planitia I saw plenty of them, and not one of them could possibly understand, I found it much more beneficial to speak to those who knew me and cared for me." she said, sadness showing in her eyes. "Not, that of course counsellors do not have their place, they are of course essential, but..." she hesitated, "Oh, I'm waffling on my own personal opinion again, thanks for fixing the shoulder doc, but I've taken up enough of your time."

"I'm sorry you lost your brother, I lost a good friend from the Academy, she worked Utopia Planitia's infirmary," Hermia said. "Bye, for now. We can talk again soon."

Eleanor nodded, the unspoken truth of losing someone, always hit hard, especially when it was someone you cared about. "Thank you once again," she said with a smile as she headed out of sickbay, pondering where her exploration could take her next.

A Joint Post By

Ensign Eleanor Raine
Diplomatic Adviser, USS Pioneer


Lieutenant Commander Hermia O'Rourke
Chief Medical Officer, USS Pioneer

 

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