Posted by Lieutenant Miranda Martel (Chief Engineer) in Broken and Burned - Sickbay - Sidesim - Alt Timeline

Posted by Captain Alexxander Ryley (Chief Medical Officer) in Broken and Burned - Sickbay - Sidesim - Alt Timeline

Posted by Lieutenant Miranda Martel (Chief Engineer) in Broken and Burned - Sickbay - Sidesim - Alt Timeline
Posted by… suppressed (8) by the Post Ghost! 👻
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She let out a low groan. “It’s proprietary, classified, and I dunno what it is,” she said, covering her face with her hands. “But I wouldn’t have come in anyway. It was just a hangover. A four-alarm hangover. But still, just a hangover. Couple anti-inflammatories, some OJ, and plenty of water and I’d have been alright. I think?” She wasn’t entirely sure. But at least that was something she could have worked through or toughed out. Or maybe she was just punishing herself. “Besides, it’s not like I have anything I can pay you with, except my own ass. Or taking care of any work orders quick.” She thought about it for a moment. “Maybe install a few little upgrades around her. You drink a lot of coffee or tea?”

He listened as he worked his expression becoming quizzical as he switched the subdermal regenerator into his left hand and picked up a dermal regenerator with his right, ambidextrous It seemed. “Pay me? “ he asked

Idly she pulled her left leg up for some balance, but kept it to the side a bit to keep it out of his light as he worked.

Martel

He started to laugh. A deep hearty sound that carried into his next comment “You mean what I said in the conference room? That wasn’t serious you moron.” He shook his head. “Listen Red, you are welcome to come to get any and all medical treatment you need any time no charge.”

“How was I supposed to know,” she protested, then stuck her tongue out at him playfully. She deflated a little a moment later. “I’ll .. try to keep that in mind.”

He placed the subdermal regenerator down and did a wide beam sweep with the dermal regenerator. This lasted a few minutes before he turned that off too, and applied some more gel to the healed skin. He checked the tricorder and walked the tips on his fingers along where the burn had been. “How’s that feel?”

She jerked a little at the fingers, mostly because they were unexpected, and kind of ticklish. The muscle tone felt funny there, but it seemed to be fine. As she glanced down her leg was back to normal, well save for the fresh, pink skin, but that would settle down shortly.

“Ok let’s see the hands and then we’ll look at the wrist.” He said.

Ryley
MD

Tightening her core she sat up easily, wobbled a little, then seemed to straighten herself. Slowly she swung her legs for a moment then held out her hands for him to check out. “Like a moron, I went to pat out the flames. Didn’t think about the burning them too.” There were small blisters around crusted bits of melted and burnt fabric laong with the general angry red. But overall it wasn’t as nasty as her leg had been.

Martel

He frowned. “You really did a proper job with that didn’t you.” He gently took hold of her hands, careful not to touch the burn and her injured wrist.

“I’m going to have to clean these and check for any nerve damage before I can treat them.” As he did this he checked the wrist again. “That’s a fracture. How many times did you hit the bag after it hurt?”

He ran the tricorder over the hands.

Ryley
MD

“Once, with my right. My wrist folded up before that. I thought was just bad technique. I should have wrapped it. But I didn’t want to stiffen my hands up too much. IF I had… well maybe my hands wouldn’t be burned, and my wrist all jacked up. Or it could have been from punching the wall in my quarters.”

“Right.” He said, not judgement just acceptance.

The tricorder showed second degree burns with a few spots that were third degree. It had to have hurt like crazy, as third degree burns meant the nerve endings were sealed and burned away. No sensation there. And she’d taken her boot off like that. There was a hairline fracture along the ulnar bone right along the distal head. There was some bruising around the knuckles and to the interior of the joints. She’d punched something really hard. Or a lot. Or both. But until then she had managed to keep it to only micro stress fractures.

Martel

He frowned. “These are going to take slightly longer. I’m going to need to fix the nerve damage first. Then the burns and skin and then go back and repair the breaks, plural.” He moved off to get some more supplies and when he returned sat on a rolling stool, using his cane to pull himself closer to the bed. He applied the dermaline to her hands and using the tricorder readout screen to guide him began using the subcutaneous protoplase to repair the nerves. He remained hunched over her hands as he said.

Miranda let out a low groan, but gave him a nod. “Alright.” The word came out tinged with a twang that belonged right at home in Texas on Earth. Except she’d never been there.

“So, any particular reason you were punching the wall or did it just piss you off?”

Ryley
MD

“The wall had it comin’. It looked at me wrong and told me my momma didn’t love me,” she said breaking into a momentary grin. “It’s a crappy coping mechanism sometimes.” She knew if she was going to do that, there were better options for it, rather than hard, remorseless metal. Like a pillow or cushion. But the impact just wasnt the same, wasn’t satisfying at all. She let out a long, low, sigh loaded with disappointment, aimed at herself.

Martel

((Oh man, I did not realize it was my post. I did not mean to keep you waiting! ))

Ryley didn’t comment for a few moments as he worked on the wounds. He raised an eyebrow at her sigh. “So you were pissed off.” He summarized. “Thousand other things to hit. You pick a wall? Did you hit it because it was the closest thing and you were pissed or purposely because you like the sound or the feeling of the wall as you made contact or what?”

Ryley
MD

She groaned a little as the flesh and nerves continued to knit. “That itches like mad,” she murmured.

He made a noise of agreement as he worked. Switched tools and continued.

“It’s a little of column A, little of column B. I don’t normally damage my hands doing that.” She frowned. “You ever throw a punch or something and before it’s even halfway to the target you know it’s wrong. Not morally or ethically but mechanically. The sequence of events isn’t happening properly. But you’re already committed and don’t have time to stop it?” She sighed. “I thought it was okay, even with the pop. I thought it was just the wrist or elbow or something shifting a little. It will happen sometimes when I grab something or pick up a piece of equipment. It’ll feel like the bones in my hand relocated. Big shift, hurts a little, but feels better or stronger.”

Laying on the bed she focused on the ceiling overhead, chewing the bottom left corner of her lip, though she really didn’t seem to be looking at anything in particular. “It’s … kind of stupid, I suppose.”

Mira

“In my experience kid, if it matters to you it’s not stupid.” He began repairing the burns. “You hit things a lot?” He asked conversationally. “I’m asking because it’s medically justified, I need to know if I’m gunna need to repair more fractures in you.”

Ryley
MD

She let out a small, half laugh, but rather than cynical or sarcastic, her face was lit with amusement, a ray of sunshine peeking through the clouds, but fleeting. “I guess I’ve always been a fighter. Got into my fair share of scraps when I was younger. Maybe more-than. Sometimes I pound steel. sometimes a heavybag. Sometimes a wall. I try not to need a doctor though. It’s…” She paused for a moment, mulling over how to explain it. “its a few things. I’d rather pour out whatever is going on on something I can’t really destroy, even if it feels like I could. Better that than a person I care about or someone I rely on. Better than bottling it up and then exploding on someone later. Or fizzling out. It’s exercise. And it’s better if I get hurt than someone else. At least then there’s only one person hurt in the process and it was voluntary. And it’s easier to fix than broken trust, broken relationships.” She shrugged, watching his face and eyes as he worked.

Feeling her watching him he looked at her. Icy blue eyes roving her features just as she watched his. He had been told his gaze had tricorder like qualities on numerous occasions. Part of being observant maybe. He finished working on the burns and then examined the skin again before starting work on the breaks.

“Motorcycles.” He said

“Caring is a good thing. Until it gets you hurt.”

Miranda

“Better not to care would be the obvious answer. Except it’s not as easy as that. Carings like an onion you gotta know how deep a layer to go to and no deeper.”

Ryley
MD