Posted by Lieutenant Commander Theodore Knox (Chief Medical Officer) in Surgery Time

Posted by Lieutenant Casela Synthi-er (Counsellor / RTF) in Surgery Time
How did 8 days go by so fast? Casela got up that morning and it felt strange to not be heading to breakfast with Cobb. She knew that he and Kindle could handle the daily ship updates without her, but it was still strange. Maybe by the end of this 15 day run they could let her cut down to 2x a week. Then she could…deep breath, quite procrastinating, and thinking about food. She wasn’t getting breakfast today and procrastinating would bring many many people hunting her down. She took her necklace off, placing it back in it’s box. She felt naked without it. Much like people do when not wearing their watch. But though she trusted Knox, to an extent. The man had saved her life, but she didn’t want him wondering about the necklace. He might not work actively for section anymore, but that didn’t mean he didn’t talk to them from time to time. So rather than leaving it in a locker in the medbay she left it, in the box, by their bed. She still wasn’t used to that either. She didn’t wake Ryder or Gen. There wasn’t anything they could do anyway, so they might as well sleep.

She appeared, in sickbay, 0530 hours. The nurses took her to change into a operating gown and scanned her over and over with a tricorder.
Temp: 36 C
Pulse: 92
Blood pressure: 121/80
Respiration: 10 per minute
O2: 98%

The nurse led her into the surgical suite and had her lie down on the biobed.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS

Theo wandered in, leather apron on over his uniform and his lab coat over that. He seemed almost bubbly for this time in the morning. “Good morning Counsellor, how are we feeling today?” He asked as he received the PaDD from the nurse and pulled a rolling stool over to sit beside the biobed. He read a moment and glanced at the readout screen. To the nurse he said “I think 5ccs of Improvoline now then the Anesthizine. Thank you.” He told the nurse and handed back the PaDD. He removed his own tricorder from his pocket and taking the hand held prob ran it over Casela. “Nice deep breath for me.”

Dr Knox

Casela always convinced herself it was better, or easier, to just closer her eyes and ‘go to sleep’ before they gave her the Anesthizine. Nice deep breath for me. And of course that was the phrase that had triggered her memory. He still said it the same. The phisiological reaction was immediate. It reminded her of that time in the hospital and why she had been there. The need to escape, not the doctors, but Mad Man. Casela did not want a repeat of her last long term visit to sickbay and she breathed, getting the reaction under control with surprising skill and speed, so that if Knox had not been watching the scans he wouldn’t have known it, because the computer would not have alerted for such a short span of time. She took a very deep breath for him, eyes still closed, forcing herself to relax so she would fall asleep faster. Also the scans showed she was still anemic, better, but her readings for having had the hypo that morning should have been higher…but she’d forgotten the hypo that morning, having usually taken it right before she left for breakfast with the captain.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS