Fixing Things

Posted on Thu May 4th, 2023 @ 9:24pm by Lieutenant Evelyn Stewart & Lieutenant Tollan Yara

1,118 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Prologue: Centre Predominate
Location: USS Moore - Sickbay
Timeline: MD 004: 1810 hrs

It took Stewart all of ten seconds to convince Zander to keep his hands off of her on the walk down to Sickbay. It was clear, even hurt, that she would break his arm if he did attempted to touch her.

He gave her a slight shove through the door though with a meaningful before walking away with his partner regarding how she got injured.

With a frustrated sigh, Stewart kept dabbing at her bloody nose casually as she walked into Sickbay properly.

Tollan was making himself busy with familiarizing himself with the crew manifest. With no official chief medical officer, he was the best the ship had at the moment. He looked up from the console in the CMO's office when he heard the doors to Sickbay hiss open.

Immediately he saw Lieutenant Stewart walking in, more than a little angry while dabbing at her blooded nose with her sleeve. He moved to her immediately. "Lieutenant, what happened?" He asked, more worked up than she was.

Stewart sighed in annoyance that she even had to be there. “I’m fine, Doctor. It’s just a broken nose. It doesn’t matter how it happened.”, she explained as she followed the Trill to get treated.

Tollan quickly settled as he ushered the woman to one of the biobeds. He went to retrieve a medical tricorder. "Just a broken nose?" He asked rhetorically. His tone clear he understood there was more to the story.

Stewart sighed out her annoyance as she pulled herself up on the biobed. “I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing and got caught in the face. It’s no big deal.” She called out to the doctor, being truthful from a certain point of view.

She waited rather impatiently as the doctor to conducted his scan. She just wanted to go back to her quarters and forget the entire situation with Kei even happened.

Yara gave Stewart a skeptical look. "I'd be interested in knowing what you could have possibly been doing that would cause your nose to break in three places, Lieutenant." His tone having the same skepticism that Riccon Yara would have speak to his children when he caught them in a lie to cover up their misbehavior.

He saw her septum was deviated and he needed to realign the fractured bones before he could correct it. Taking a breath he gave only the briefest of warnings of what was to come. "This is going to hurt."

Stewart looked at him in mild confusion, but before she could ask what he meant the young doctor used his hand and applied pressure as he realigned the broken bones in Evelyn's nose.

Wincing at having to cause the brief pain of his patient, Tollan quickly moved to grab an instrument and heal the deviation and the fractures. "Sorry, Lieutenant. But I needed to realign the bones in order to properly heal the septum and fractures before replacing the tool with another to deal with the ruptured blood vessels."

Stewart let out a brief yelp, though it as was much in surprise as pain. "Dammit! Couldn't have used a hypospray first, or given me more of a warning at least?" She complained.

Tollan gave an amused smile, meeting her eyes briefly as he worked. "I could have...but this way you learn your lesson about being punched in the face." He focused back on what he was doing. "I want you to go back to your quarters for the evening and rest." He commented.

Stewart sighed in annoyance and when she tried to move her head to hide her eye rolling, the man just firmly grabbed her chin to hold her head in place. Even though she understood the Trill was just doing his job, it still felt like she was being scolded.

"Listen Doctor, I don't need a lecture. I am more than capable of handling myself. I'm not a child. This doesn't need to be filed in an official report." She said hotly.

Tollan just smirked and nodded knowingly. "You don't think I realize that?" He asked rhetorically. "I am a joined Trill, Lieutenant. I've seen my share of people just like you. I even had a few of them myself. Acting tough, brazen even. Playing fast and loose with the rules thinking you are smarter and far older than you are. That kind of mindset is going to get you killed and if I have learned anything in all my years it’s that you only live once. It's my job to make people better than they were before they walked in through those doors and if that means I need to treat you like a child...", the man shrugged.

Evelyn looked at Tollan confused. “But you’re a Trill. Your symbiont lives so many lives…”, she mused out loud, not understanding what he meant.

Tollan just smirked to himself and shook his head while he worked. “One thing they don’t teach you at the Symbiosis Institute that you eventually learn is that the man you see before you, Tollan Yara..” he stepped back and gestured along his body, as if to make his point, “he will only live once. And I intend to cherish that life for all it’s worth.”

The doctor went and grabbed a vial and jammed it into the hypospray before administering it. "I've given you an anti-inflammatory. That will help with the pain and swelling. With any luck, if you follow doctor's orders you shouldn't have any bruises in the morning."

Stewart groaned at the discomfort of the procedure but kept quiet, letting the doctor work. "That's fine with me." She commented dryly as she started slipping off the biobed. Her mind still on the Trill's words. It never ceased to amaze her how Trills could look so young but be so wise at the same time.

Evelyn just sighed and tried to control her annoyance of both the situation and the potential reprimand awaiting her in the morning from the Captain once the doctor made his report. She glanced at Yara. “By the way, it was a headbutt. Make sure you put that in your report to the Captain. Otherwise the other person might get offended.”, she commented sarcastically.

Tollan simply smirked. "I'll make sure to do that. Other than that, you are all set. Unless you care to share the details of this little bit of gossip." He teased good naturedly.

“Come on, Doc. We both know gossip is better second hand.” Stewart gave smile and nod before a brief thanks before heading to her quarters for the evening, as was suggested. She had a lot to think about.

 

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