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Simulated Annoyance [CD]

Posted on Fri Sep 8th, 2017 @ 8:35pm by Captain Malcom Llwyedd & Commander Karen Myles & Lieutenant Commander Emergency Medical Hologram
Edited on on Sun Oct 8th, 2017 @ 2:52pm

Mission: Mission 2: Echoes of the Dominion
Location: XO's Office, Deck two
Timeline: 31 March, 2394 - 0630 Hours


The beeping of the medical tricorder rang in her ear as the EMH mark two walked around her slowly seemingly scanning every cell she had individually. She had managed to get the holo emitter in her office working well enough for her to activate her 'personal' physician, although at this particular moment she harbored slight regrets in doing so. Since her time in the holodeck she had noticed her left leg had felt somehow heavier and slower.

Whether this would be backed up by the results or was just in her head was eating away at her thoughts.

The doctor deactivated the tricorder and clipped it to his belt. "Well," he said in his regular prim voice. "My internal chronometer indicates that you have missed your scheduled treatment appointment by fifty-three hours, seventeen minutes and fifty-two seconds. We have discussed this in the past, commander. You must receive your treatments on time for them to be at their peak effectiveness."

Her eyes narrowed slightly. “Remind me to delete that damned internal chronometer.” She muttered as she folded her arms. “Unfortunately this vessel suffered a hostile takeover, I was trapped in the holodeck and after that it took me some time to get the holo-emitter in here working.”

She took a deep breath and held it for a few moments before letting it out as a heavy sigh. “It wasn't by choice that I missed the appointment Doctor.” She shrugged slightly. "And you don't need to tell me about my treatment plan, I wrote most of it if you'll remember."

The doctor sniffed. "All of that and you never even activated me to help! It only further reinforces my assertion that I am little more than a marvelous medical prisoner," he said, bringing up an old argument. "But since I can't change that, we should discuss your current evaluation. Please lay back. I need to examine your leg more closely." He waited until she had complied and then began a physical manipulation of the limb. "Hmm. Yes. As expected I suppose." He hummed to himself as he pressed hard on her muscles. "Muscle density matches the electronic scans," he said. He looked down at the patient. "You are slightly dehydrated and are showing signs of fatigue. Do you have any other symptoms that I should be aware of?"

She frowned slightly. “Doctor you are well aware that your generation has long since been phased out of service, if you weren't here, you would have been erased or re purposed, Starfleet Medical would hold a dim view of you practicing medicine on the crew.”

She held up a hand. “Is it fair? no.” She shook her head. “But life rarely is, I give you my word I shall see to it, that your program is donated to a none starfleet facility where you will be allowed to practice.” She closed her eyes as he went about examining her leg.

“My leg feels weaker today than it has before, the reaction times are slower than normal, not visibly but I can feel it.” She sighed softly. “I haven't managed more than an hour or two of sleep, but I will get some tonight."

"My social customs sub-routine indicates that negative references to ones age is not good bedside manner," the doctor said, releasing her leg. "Please sit up. If you would link me to the ship's computer, I would be much more effective, as I've said. However, I believe that you are experiencing a two percent degradation to the biceps femoris and the vastus lateralis. This is a usual symptom of your disease. I can give you two injections that will help to combat the degradation but there could be some minor side-effects."

She rubbed her forehead the news wasn't surprising but it still hit her hard. She pointed to her desk and said. "Hypospray is in the bottom drawer, dosage is already set and ready." She took a deep breath and leaned back. "Remember to save the results of this examination in your files, my request stands, in the event of my death my body and all medical files are to be sent to Starfleet medical."

The doctor move over to the desk and pulled out the hypospray. He touched it to her right arm and it hissed. "If you already self-diagnose, then why do you need my medical opinion," he said in a peevish voice. "After all, I'm just a medical professional." He put the hypospray back where he'd found it.

"I recommend eight hours of rest, increased water intake and a daily dose of hepoprexarine to combat the nausea and fatigue. If you start experiencing headaches, please rest immediately."

She remained sitting back as he injected her arm, clearing her throat she raised an eyebrow. "Hubris has defeated far better physicians than me, I seek your opinion in case I make a mistake." She took a deep breath and held it for a moment.

Reaching out she took the hypospray off of the Doctor and added. "Your recommendations have been noted, thank you." She gave a slight nod before she added. "Deactivate program Myles three four."


Lieutenant Commander Karen Myles
Executive Officer
USS Firebird NCC-88298

Emergency Medical Hologram


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Comments (1)

By Lieutenant Commander Yumi Han on Tue Sep 26th, 2017 @ 7:40pm

:( Stay with us, Myles! Who will she confide in now that Davis has left?

It's so easy to picture the Voyager doctor in this scene. "After all, I'm just a medical professional." - lol.