JDL | Capt DiAgessi, Cmdr Vasleese | "One Lump or Two?"

Posted on Fri Oct 13th, 2017 @ 2:54pm by Commander Valeese Stacker

Sickbay was oddly quiet, hollow, dull. Aine had honestly thought that it would be a constant and consistent hum drum of activity given the size of the station and how genuinely screwed up the lifts were. Satie had chaperoned her the entire way, spoken to check her in, explained the situation, and then taken off only when she'd shooed him off and reassured him that she was fine. A bruise was a bruise, her pride her most of all. For the sake of her privacy they'd put her in an exam room to wait rather than be a spectacle for any who walked in to gawk at. She could be thankful for small miracles, that much was certain.

"Captain?" Valeese knocked gently before opening the door. Rumor had spread like wildfire about a transporter incident that had trapped the fresh faced Captain and the lawyerly Commander together in a lift that had no business running. They'd been trapped for awhile, she'd had a moment, and then they'd managed to be released by the temperamental machine. If anything, the situation called for a sense of delicate gentleness - and DiAgessi would receive it by way of a source most unlikely, "I'm Commander Valeese, your Chief Medical Officer, and I'm going to go ahead and take over today's case so we can get you out of here real quick, alright?" The Vorta smiled and stood with her notes tucked close.

Looking up, Aine had to do a bit of a double take. Violet eyes? Fan-like ears? Delicate structure? A damned Vorta! For a moment she was stunned to see the creature... Stop Aine. Stop. She's a woman. She's not the devil. She's also here to help you and everyone else survive life aboard the station. The smile the Captain offered was apologetic to say the least, and she nodded and motioned for the doctor to come on in, "Thank you, Doctor. I was actually hoping it would be you."

Poor dear, her heart was still racing like a canary trying to escape the coal mine - but lucky for the young Captain, she was in good hands and with someone who understood phobias and near death experiences, "Fortune favors the bold, it seems. Says here you hit your shoulder?" the Doctor asked, looking between them both for any real sign of swelling... Or worse. It could have always been worse, and a simple scan with a medical tricorder revealed just how right she was with her initial assessment.

"Favors the bold, but smarts the shoulder. Yeah... My left met the bulkhead pretty roughly." Aine retorted with a shake of her head, "I don't do turbolifts. Never liked them, but I don't have much choice here." She added with a gentle shake of her head, "And here I am on this hunk of space junk that pretty much demands I use no less than six of them a day!"

"Funny how life works like that, but I must insist that luck is on your side, Captain." Valeese's patient smile persisted as she switched the tricorder off and reached instead for a good old fashioned ice pack. Popping and shaking the thing until she was pleased with the amount of chill is was putting out, she took the moment to really study the human woman. She looked younger than her years, but there was promise of experience lurking behind those crystalline eyes. "Hold this against your arm. It'll help with swelling and bruising."

An eyebrow arched at the Vorta's insistence of luck, but Aine had to admit that some sort of providence had been smiling on her and Satie. Death was very real and turbolift accidents, while not a daily occurrence, were often catastrophic and it had been more of a warning that the station was more derelict than she'd thought. Pretty lounges and massive quarters with swanky lighting were all glamorous bandaids covering up problems that threatened life. While she held the ice pack to her arm, thankful for the relief, she nodded solemnly in quiet agreement, "You may be right."

The Vorta's smile was sardonic and bemused, "You will come to find that I'm more often right than wrong, Captain, I assure you." Only when she was certain the dosing was correct, did she turn back towards the Captain with hypo in hand. Her heart was still going a mile a minute, building up her blood pressure and promising for other ill effects later that, if she was honest, she didn't want to deal with - neither would DiAgessi. Migraines and vomiting were never fun, "I'm going to give you a mild sedative combined with an anti-inflammatory and advise that you stay off your feet and try to relax for the rest of the day. A joke, I know, you're a busy woman..." Valeese sighed as she carefully brushed the Terran woman's hair away from her target and pressed the hypo to her neck. "However... I request that you consider my suggestion."

With the hiss of the hypo, Aine had no chance to argue the merits of a sedative. She twitched a bit at the sound of the combination; a long winded way of saying 'Here! Have a muscle relaxer!' and letting her go as long as she possible could without falling on her face, drooling, and knocked out. She breathed as the hypo backed away and the relief was almost instantaneous, "I'll have to remember that, Doctor, thank you." She nodded, instinctively reaching up to sooth away the lingering tingle left in it's wake.

"No need to thank me, just doing my job." Valeese dismissed the gratitude as being trivial. Terrans always had a need to express themselves that never quite made sense to her, but she'd learned to deal with all the same. Some of their expressions have become rather endearing and quaint. Hand holding, for one, was especially darling. "Now. If there's nothing else, and there doesn't appear to be, than you'd best be on your way. The drug is mild, but there's no telling how your physiology will handle it."

Sliding from the bed and onto her feet, Aine nodded in perfect understanding. Go. Run. Get somewhere safe. The station is not the sort of place you want to become disoriented on when not in the comfort of your own territory. "Then I'll be on my way." She said, tossing the icepack behind her.

"Just make sure you replicate one for yourself," Valeese said, gesturing to the discarded pack, "Oh and... One more thing before you go, Captain. You're due in next week for your birth control renewal." While the statement was deadpan, professional, the little Vorta couldn't help but think 'Don't be late for that if you're going to make getting stuck in turbolifts with your Executive Officer a habit.' and had to bite her tongue to keep from letting it spill. "I'll see you Monday? Fourteen hundred?"

Blinking back to hot flush of momentary embarrassment, Aine nodded, "Monday. Fourteen hundred." flashed the Vorta a thumbs up, and made haste before anything else could come to light.

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Captain Aine DiAgessi
Commanding Officer
Cold Station Theta, SB-1170

Commander Valeese
Chief Medical Officer
Cold Station Theta, SB-1170