Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Leah Hart (Nurse Practitioner/Counseling) in Years Past - Meeting Her Crush… But Not That Kind Of Crush

Posted by Lieutenant Kreed (Chief Medical Officer) in Years Past - Meeting Her Crush… But Not That Kind Of Crush

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Leah Hart (Nurse Practitioner/Counseling) in Years Past - Meeting Her Crush… But Not That Kind Of Crush
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“In part,” Leah said with a nod. “I am duty-bound to ensure that there are no traumatic barriers to service, but more than that I’m trying to understand how you process events. How your emotions work for you. Because I can use all my knowledge and experience to assess you, but if I am evaluating you using an inaccurate metric, then that does us both a disservice.”

~Leah Hart, NP

Kreed nodded and said “That is a very thorough approach, Lieutenant.” The doors opened and he stepped onto the bridge.

Yes it was, and it was nice to have that fact acknowledged. Some doctors accused her of wasting time and spending too long on details they thought didn’t matter. Because of course they knew better than her because they were doctors and she was a nurse. A nurse practitioner, but woe be to her if she dared point that out. It didn’t matter that she had a doctorate degree in nursing.

Looking around, he nodded to the Captain and First Officer. “It looks like much work has been done.” he said slowly looked around. He ran his fingers along the edge of the communications station. He looked back at the Command team. “Ensign Jelys?” The Captain took a breath and then shook his head. “They did not recover from their injuries, I am afraid.” Kreed nodded and looked at the station. “I hope the care they received did not prolong their pain.” Kreed said softly.

Kreed

Leah surveyed the bridge and glanced at the command duo and Kreed. “I’m sorry for your loss,” she said with full sincerity. Hart knew what it was like to lose a colleague in the line of duty. More than one actually. But this situation was a lot more… involved than the ones she had been in.

She glanced at the Captain. “You said you had a surprise for him?” she said, rather curious.

~Leah Hart, NP

The Captain nodded and looked at the XO who nodded once and left in the direction of the Conference Room. He came back a moment later with a small box. He handed it to Kreed, who opened it and took out a small model of the Taliskar. Kreed looked at it for a moment inn silence. The Captain said “It’s made from scrap from the ship. The Engineers made it for you. And this-” and he turned and picked up a black case with a long strap on it, “- is from the Medical staff. It’s a prototype Medical tricorder designed by a joint Tellerite and Vulcan team. They said you would know the significance of that.” Kreed took the tricorder and his mouth opened slightly and his large black eyes took in the device. “It’s the latest advancement in diagnostic technology in the past fifty years…” he said softly. “The first that ties remotely into a ship’s Medical database. No More programming and updating. It’s always current in data and diagnostic parameters.” he said almost breathlessly. He looked up and did something wholly uncharacteristic for the Saurian… he smiled. “Thank you, sir. And please thank the Engineering staff and the Medical team. I will keep these with me wherever I go.”

Kreed

She watched no only his reaction but also how the crew reacted, observing their rapport and care. The smile surprised her, though it never appeared on Leah’s face. She did, however, smiled herself. “You’ll have to show me the new upgrades,” she told Kreed. “But for now, is there anywhere else you want to go?”

~Leah Hart, NP

Kreed looked at the two objects for a long moment before looking back up at the Captain and XO. “Again, thank you. And I very pleased at the repairs and recovery of the crew. Please extend my thanks to them, sir.” He turned and looked at Hart and said “Yes, one last place.” and he turned and led her off the bridge.

Kreed

Leah followed him into the lift, her eyes tracking his movements, a very tiny smile on her lips. “Tell me about that moment on the bridge. About what their gifts mean to you.” Her words were soft, so while it wasn’t phrased as a question, it also wasn’t a demand.

~Leah Hart, NP

Kreed looked at her and thought for a moment. “The model is a very sentimental piece, I think. And it will serve as a reminder of these events far into my future. The tricorder… that was wholly unexpected. It must havevtaken a great deal of string-pulling and effort for them to obtain the device. I have only read about it, and did not know that it was so far into development.”

Kreed

“Sure beats medals and all the pomp and circumstance, doesn’t it?” Leah said, leaning against the wall of the lift, waiting for him to take them to their next destination. She had another (and possibly more cheeky) question but would save it for the moment.

~Leah Hart, NP

“Verily.” Kreed replied as the lift slowed to a stop. The doors opened onto a mostly dark passageway. The damage here had yet to be dealt with in any way; and it was only then that Hart could see the actual extent of what the ship and her crew had been subjected to.

Whereas a normal starship passageway had a floor and bulkheads that acted slightly towards the ceiling, this passgway was… distrubing. The entire passage was bent and twisted; like some giant, petulant child had thrown a fit and tried to destroy the space. The floor was warped and bent at sharp angles. Instead of a smooth, open hallway there was only the barest space in most places. In some, the opposing bulkheads were shoved together so they almost blocked the passageway entirely. Wiring hung in lifeless clusters from openings where access panels had burst off their tracks. It was chaos. It was claustrophobic. It was like looking at the very intention of wanton destruction.

Kreed stepped out of the lift and knelt down, setting his gifts on a piece of twisted dutririum. He stood and moved forward; climbing up, down and through the crushed and mangled wreckage until he came to a spot that had obviously been cut open by something very hot. He stared at the hole with blackened edges and then said “Here. This is where they pulled me out. I was told it took them six hours to cut their way to me. Another four to get me prepared to be moved. Ten hours…” and for the first time since she had started speaking with him, the Saurian’s voice cracked and a tear slid down from his large black eyes. “Ten hours they could have spent helping others… hours that could have been used to shore up the ship… maybe help someone who did not survive.” It was an… odd… tone that carried along with his words. It wasn’t guilt. Nor was it regret or remorse or any of the common reactions a mental health professional would expect. No… Kreed’s tone carried an almost palpable wave of confusion and humblness. It was clearly apparent that he truly didn’t understand why he was the center of so much attention. And it was now made plainly obvious to Hart that when he told her his actions were what he would expect any Star Fleet Officer would do… it was not the stereotypical false humility so often expressed by those sharing the rarefied circumstances that he found himself in. He actually expected any of the individuals he served with to go such lengths if the circumstances warranted it. He truly believed that all of them had that level of dedication inside them. It was both a wholly noble sentiment… but one that could lead to extreme disappointment.

Kreed