The med bay was always full of people. Blue clad nurses and doctors ran from bed to bed healing everything from broken bones to paper cuts. The frantic buzz of conversation was everywhere and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant. The lights were on ninety-percent obliterating any shadows from the cavernous room.
Few people realized just how easy it was to get injured on a starship, but even with state of the art technology accidents do tend to happen. It had been…difficult enticing any of the newly graduated cadets onto the ship, given their impressive track record where casualties were concerned. Of course, you could always count on the captain’s hoard of admirers, but many of them were hardly ideal candidates. This had left a lot of the departments lacking and pushed the crew to breaking point almost every hour when some new crisis materialized.
Dr. Leonard McCoy was still fuming in his office when there was a sharp knock at the door. He looked up to see none other then- “Listen you pointy eared bastard, I ain’t got time for this. Donovan and Han were both put in the brig, leaving me two senior medical personnel short and every body on this godforsaken ship has decided to get sick at once!” he grumbled.
His southern drawl always seemed to increase exponentially when he was angry. One officer, a young andorian, had made light of this fact and subsequently was informed that; ‘we seem to not have enough morphine for the more critical patients, so you will just have to have this tooth removed without it.”
Spock seemed to be pretending he was deaf, so the doctor pushed his point. “And I don’t understand why you went and locked em’ up anyway! No one will tell me what they did in the first place-Are you listening to me, damnit?”
The Vulcan looked up from the floor, finally meeting Bones with a dead stare.
“I am sorry for the inconvenience, Doctor. But, they have been suspended from duty in light of the an incident, which we were not aware of when we took them on board.”
The med bay was always full of people. Blue clad nurses and doctors ran from bed to bed healing everything from broken bones to paper cuts. The frantic buzz of conversation was everywhere and the air was filled with the smell of disinfectant. The lights were on ninety-percent obliterating any shadows from the cavernous room.
Few people realized just how easy it was to get injured on a starship, but even with state of the art technology accidents do tend to happen. It had been…difficult enticing any of the newly graduated cadets onto the ship, given their impressive track record where casualties were concerned. Of course, you could always count on the captain’s hoard of admirers, but many of them were hardly ideal candidates. This had left a lot of the departments lacking and pushed the crew to breaking point almost every hour when some new crisis materialized.
Dr. Leonard McCoy was still fuming in his office when there was a sharp knock at the door. He looked up to see none other then- “Listen you pointy eared bastard, I ain’t got time for this. Donovan and Han were both put in the brig, leaving me two senior medical personnel short and every body on this godforsaken ship has decided to get sick at once!” he grumbled.
His southern drawl always seemed to increase exponentially when he was angry. One officer, a young andorian, had made light of this fact and subsequently was informed that; ‘we seem to not have enough morphine for the more critical patients, so you will just have to have this tooth removed without it.”
Spock seemed to be pretending he was deaf, so the doctor pushed his point. “And I don’t understand why you went and locked em’ up anyway! No one will tell me what they did in the first place-Are you listening to me, damnit?”
The Vulcan looked up from the floor, finally meeting Bones with a dead stare.
“I am sorry for the inconvenience, Doctor. But, they have been suspended from duty in light of the an incident, which we were not aware of when we took them on board.”
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