"Hippocratic Oath According to Doctor Summers"
[Previous post: "End Game", written by amazing Matt Kelly]
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Setting: USS HATHOR, Sickbay
"OUCH!" Pravat let out as Lea pressed another hypo-spray against his neck. "Whatever happened to your oath as a Doctor to do no harm?" Up until then the MCO had managed to stay quiet despite the CMO's assault on him and his wounds. The Enaran had bit his tongue more then once, but that last shot had been one too many.
Lea snarled at the marine. Him and several other members of the crew
had been brought into Sickbay following the end of the *exercise*.
Because of the severity of his injuries, Nico had been given the one and
only bed in the room. Everyone else had been put on chairs or asked to
stand while they waited for Elizabeth or Lea to get to them. The CMO
had taken her time getting to the marine, but once she had gotten there,
Lea had made her presence felt. In as many ways as she could manage.
"I am trying to fix you up," the HATHOR's Doctor replied to the sitting man. Pravat had been brought down by Uxtar a while back and thanks to the first injection the Marine had regained consciousness. Grabbing the now awake Enaran's chin Lea abruptly turned his head to one side exposing his bruised neck and collarbone. From the discoloration it looked like Prav had gone 12 rounds with an enraged beast. Thinking of Uxtar, the CMO smiled thinking that her diagnosis had not been all that far from the truth.
"Do me a favour Doc and bring Uxtar back in here," the Marine demanded
of the CMO before his head was sent flying the other way.
"Why?" Lea asked, "You want him to finish the job?"
The Marine turned his head forward and glared into the eyes of the CMO.
It took a few seconds for Prav to get over the pain that had shot through his neck. Whatever Lea had done to him had been thorough. "No, because it was less painful when he was pounding my brains out," the MCO hissed.
"Listen," Lea hissed back. "Because of that little prank of yours I
have more people to take care of than this room allows. Nico is going to
be out of commission for *weeks* because of your goons. Several of
your own Marines are going to have problems breathing because of what
*you* made me do to *them*. And lastly, your face looks like a Picasso
painting, and it is up to me to fix it."
"I never asked for you to do anything," Pravat spat back, getting up
the chair that he had been on.
"You sit!" Susan intervened pointing to the chair the Marine had just stood from. "And you, we need to talk," the Cns continued showing the door to her friend.
Watching the CMO and Cns exit Sickbay, Pravat's thoughts went to the Nausicaan on the biobed. The Marines in the Mess Hall had done nothing more than protect themselves. It had been the Chief of Security's fault for what had happened. If he had not decided to attack, none of this would have happened.
"I would not worry too much about her," Liz said, offering a glass of
water to Pravat. "She is just upset because of what happened."
The Enaran said nothing and accepted the glass from the aCMO while
gazing at the closed door.
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"I have people to take care of," Lea said to her friend in a rather
unpleasant tone. "So if you wouldn't mind, let's make this quick."
"You want this quick?" Susan asked not really expecting a reply.
"Fine, you are totally out of line with Pravat."
"How do you figure that?" The CMO asked of her friend in a much quieter
tone. Had anyone else said those words, Lea would have probably not
twitched, but coming from Susan had hit the CMO like a tone of bricks.
"Pravat, as well as every other marine on the HATHOR followed the orders of *our* CO. What happened was unfortunate, but it was no his or anyone else's fault," Susan said, verbally pushing her friend against the wall. "You want to dislike all Marines, that's your prerogative, but you cannot pin this on Pravat. He followed orders and did as his position demanded of him. Just like you should be doing now. That is to offer treatment without prejudice."
Lea stood against the wall looking as if her friend had beaten her with
a loaded stick. "You are right," the CMO whispered as if not wanting
anyone else to hear her admission of guilt. After a deep sigh and
looking into the flaming eyes of her friend, Lea went back into Sickbay.
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Lea returned to her domain and saw her assistant taking care of the
MCO. The moment Liz saw Lea, the aCMO quickly returned to taking care of
the others.
"Pravat," Lea said in a very soft tone. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," the Enaran replied. "Just take care of Nico, he needs you
more than I do."
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Lt. J.G. Lea Summers
And
Chief Medical Officer 2005 post #579
Stardate: 60331.2200
Setting: USS HATHOR, Corridor outside Sickbay
Stardate: 60331.2205
Setting: USS HATHOR, Sickbay
Stardate: 60331.2207
Tiffany Rose {lady_tiffany_rose@mail.com}
Chief Medical Officer
USS ANUBIS
USS HATHOR
