Posted by Crewman Jasper Jarvis (Cardiology and Surgery) in Side sim: Secondary Sickbay

Posted by Captain Willow Taylor (Commanding Officer) in Side sim: Secondary Sickbay

Posted by Crewman Jasper Jarvis (Cardiology and Surgery) in Side sim: Secondary Sickbay
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Dr Jarvis took the plugs of the stethoscope out of his ears and allowed the device to dangle around his neck. “I’m sure I have no idea what you’re talking about, Captain,” he replied innocently. “On the few occasions that we have spoken, I have been perfectly mannerable.” He left any insinuation to the Captain’s imagination.

Dr J. Jarvis M.D

Willow turned to look at him. Something about the man being behind her unnerved her. She watched him ponderously. “Don’t play stupid.” She said quietly. “It’s unbecoming of a man of your intellect.” She sighed she could have been more professional and what? Welcomed the man but that wasn’t really an option. He was a danger in many ways and in more ways than that to her personally.

“I was being perfectly serious, Captain. I have been quite mannerable with you,” he asserted, safe in the knowledge that there was no instance that she could call him out over. “It’s a pity that Star-Fleet does not prise that quality when choosing its officers.”

As she sat and surveyed the empty sickbay she added. “You and I may have been well maybe never friends but colleagues at least, your cardiovascular articles were always amongst the best in their time.”

Willow Taylor
CO

Dr Jarvis’ ears pricked up at the comment and his eyes turned to look again at her temperature. It was probably just the fever talking he decided. He’d best do something about that. “Nurse,” he barked, bringing the young NE from earlier running.

“Yes, Dr Jarvis,” she said timidly.

“Fetch me some Corophizine and Tri-Ox compound.”

“Right away, Doctor,” she replied and hurried off.

Willow smirked slightly as the Doctor sent for the very thing she had originally asked for.

Dr Jarvis then put the stethoscope back into his ears and reached out to place the open bell over her heart; recalling from her file that it was situated on the right.

Dr J. Jarvis M.D

Willow grabbed the wrist of the good doctor’s hand as it moved to her chest. She looked at him, a question in her expression. ”Do you think I have been…overly harsh in my dealings with you Doctor Jarvis?” she asked still holding him gently. The fact he went directly to the right-hand side of her chest told her he had reviewed her file.

Willow Taylor
CO

It surprised Dr Jarvis that, in her present condition, the Captain had both the reflexes and depth perception to catch his hand first time. He paused and pondered dropping the bell into his other hand, but decided against it. He had no intention of letting this situation devolve into a series of petty arm flaps. Instead, he waited, listening to what the woman had to say.

“It doesn’t seem to matter what I think,” he replied sharply. “You, for better or worse, will command this ship as you see fit. And your subordinates will take their cues from you. However, if you do not let me finish my exam, you won’t command so much as a toy boat in a bathtub.”

Dr J. Jarvis M.D

Watching him, albeit a tad warily, Willow felt the skin between her eyes crease into another frown. Choices choices choices…Did she correct him gently which of course would be the professional thing to do and as a trained diplomat of sorts that would be the sensible thing to do. Naturally, of course, that’s not what she did. She released him.

”You want to know why it doesn’t matter what you think?” she asked, ”It doesn’t matter what you think because you lost the right to tell anyone what you think the day you started committing God know what transgressions and crimes you did before you were eventually caught out.” her cheeks burned both with fever and the anger she harbored towards the man. ”Meanwhile some of us had to live with the fall out of actions of people like you.” She said and began to cough again. The energy to yell at him drained away like water being held in the palm of ones hand. Too fluid and difficult to hold onto. Once she had recovered a second or so later she was content to simply glare.

Willow Taylor
CO