Primrose glared at the two security officers that helped him into sickbay. The brutishness of the crew was being noted. He had just barely escaped with his life from a terrorist attack and yet security was acting as if he was the monster. With each step from his diplomatic suites to sickbay, Primrose powered his well over weight mass onward thinking about all those he would order reassigned when he reached Starfleet command. Kelly and her cronies would pay for this debacle and he would probably get a medal for heroism based on almost being killed.

“Will you stop jerking me around,” he snapped to the man on his right with a scowl. “I could have a head injury and the way you have been pulling and pushing me could have easily made it worse.”

“Oh you have a head injury but stupid is not a medical diagnosis,” one of the security officers muttered under his breath.

“Careful son,” Primrose growled under his breath. “You are speaking to a superior officer.”

“No just one with more rank,” Kelly said suddenly replied standing outside her room. She was still pale and the bruises were starting to fade but many were still an angry purple and green dotting her body. She looked exhausted but that did not stop her mouth from working like before. “Get the hell out of my sick bay. There is a minute clinic on deck five.” Looking at the security guards, she nodded to them.

“You pompous little witch. I am a senior officer. You can’t just remove my medical care. I am injured and need treatment,” Primrose thundered. “And where is the damn doctor,” he bellowed looking around the room. “A man could die before he is saved.”

“We could only be that lucky,” Kelly took a few steps before realizing walking was not the best idea. Holding the edge of the table she balanced herself but didn’t go any further. The movement seemed to cause an instant migraine and bout of nausea. Still, Kelly was too stubborn to back down to Primrose.

Kelly Bordeaux
Captain Niles Primrose