Rotation

Posted on Sun Mar 18th, 2018 @ 4:02am by Captain Rueben Gregnol

Mission: Mission 6 - Azzia
Location: Deck 7 - Sickbay Complex
Timeline: MD1 16:00
1329 words - 2.7 OF Standard Post Measure

Shoreleave was going to start as soon as the ship's move into orbit was complete. But before the all clear was given, Lhaes wanted to have a look at the captain's shoulder. He hadn't really had the time while looking after the 'oldtimers', but now that things had settled he had time to spare. "Captain Gregnol, please report to sickbay at your earliest convenience," he said, once the connection had been established. And with 'earliest convenience' the Romulan obviously meant 'right now' while giving the captain the impression he actually had a choice - when the man really didn't have one.

Reuben waited half an hour before striding in, he wasn't going to be called to Sickbay by that crew member on a whim. "What can I do for you, Sommers? I have a flight to catch in an hour or so." He was taking full advantage of shore leave himself leaving an Officer of the watch in the form of Jeassaho in charge.

"How is your shoulder captain?" Lhaes asked flatly, grey eyes boring into Reuben's, an expression on his face that would dare the man to give a positive answer. "Are you still using the prescription I gave you?"

How was Reuben to answer that when he knew the man watched him better than Jeassaho and she knew him inside out? "What answer would you like or do you want my tee off to show you?"

"The truth, and yes I would," the Romulan replied. "There's no point in lying to me captain because simple scans will show me anyway but just telling me would get you out of here quicker. Who's on the bridge while you're away vacationing?"

"All senior Officers...." And people I trust, he added mentally just for himself. "are taking a 24 hour Officer of the ship stance." He said simply as he awkwardly took his black shirt off. He could have just ignored this request, he thought to himself as he realised just how stupid he had been when he could have just headed to the planet below.

"All of them?" A single eyebrow was arched. "Apparently not all, I've not received any kind of schedule." Steeling himself against the man's sense of ire, Lhaes first laid an open tricorder on the bed, then reached out to probe Rueben's shoulder. "Have you been taken the prescription as directed?" he asked as slender fingers pressed down around the joint.

"Ow... yes," The human muttered moving his shoulder away from the prodding for a moment. "Senior... you aren't a department head and I don't trust you." He admitted slowly. It wouldn't be impossible for the Romulan to steal the ship and leave most of the crew stranded on Azzia. "I don't know you... Jeassaho, Dixoho, Selina, Micheal... I know... you I don't yet." It was the truth.

"I am the senior doctor," Lhaes corrected him, "and you know I have the experience. But hey if you don't want me on the bridge then I can always come with you and make sure you do as you're instructed to do." He bared his teeth in a grin as he let the threat hang in the air.

"And I could lock you in a brig until we find somewhere suitable to drop you off." The man commented on with a small sigh. It might have worked if they were on a Federation or Starfleet Vessel but this ship had no rules apart from his rule.

"You could but then you would make matters worse," Lhaes reminded him, "besides, you don't have any excuse for locking me up. I'm doing my job and I'm not keeping you from doing yours. Now...roll your shoulder and tell me if that hurts in any way." He prepared a syringe and watched as a few drops slid down the long needle.

The Captain stared straight ahead and looked at the bare sickbay. He needed to sort the sickbay situation out with the latinum from this job. Maybe they could be paid in a refit or something. "Of course it hurts," Reuben said without rolling it. He glanced back at the old-fashioned syringe and sighed.

Lhaes steadied the man as he jabbed the needle into the joint, injecting the syringe's contents. "That should help for a few days as long as you keep the strain to a minimum," he said, " keep taking the prescription as prescribed. You should also keep doing the exercises I gave you."

The man felt the grip on his shoulder and the sharp pain but barely reacted. The pain of the injection was anywhere near as bad as the actual pain of his shoulder being torn open originally or the continuing pain from it. "How do you mean minimum?" The man wondered slowly.

"No strenuous exercise or activity," Lhaes replied as he disposed of the syringe. "Any other questions?"

"So no surfing? No rocking climbing? No drinking?" He questioned not moving from his location sat shirtless on the biobed. He grinned as he carried on listing wilder and wilder activities.

Lhaes picked up the man's arm and slowly (and gently) started to rotate the joint around. "Oh, I don't care if you drink until you drop captain...just don't come to me for a hangover cure. But climbing and surfing are out of the question. You can float in the water though or do some careful swimming. Just no strong strokes is all."

"Spoilsport." The Captain murmured with a small smirk as he let the man play with his shoulder. It was their secret, he might not trust the man but he seemed to be the best of his choices for Chief Medical Officer.

"Who, me?" The Romulan cast the man the most innocent look he could produce then and there. "Oh no...all I'm giving you is advice, it's up to you what you do with it. Just, if you choose to ignore my advice then, of course, the consequences are for you, not me." He finished rotating his arm, then took the man by his hand. "Squeeze as hard as you can," he ordered.

The Captain did as instructed. “How much worse is it?” He wondered all the jovial and attitude leaving.

"I don't think it's worse. You don't seem to have a lot of strength in your arm, however, hence it's vital you build up those exercises I gave you, without putting too much initial strain on your shoulder. We can increase it in due time. Which hand is your dominant hand?"

"Left for evil." The man held up his left hand. It was a lucky fact that he was left-handed and not right otherwise he would have been more than screwed for defending himself with anything.

"Nothing evil about using your left hand," the Romulan chuckled, wondering if the man had noticed at all which hand his doctor predominantly used so far. 'Where did you get that archaic idea?"

"It is an old earth thing." He said with a smirk as he rolled his shoulder again. It was stiffer today than the last few weeks. "In old earth, it was thought left-handedness was evil. Dark Magic and witchcraft was the left path." It was a foolish to them now but back then it was what was thought of as the truth.

"Ah well I must be the devil then," the Romulan smirked. "Left-handed and pointed ears, all I'm missing is a tail, right?" He gestured towards the discarded shirt. "You can get dressed again, I want to see you again next week. Do the exercises I gave you and there should be an improvement."

Reuben couldn't help but laugh at that comment. "You said it not me." He said with a grin as he put his tee back on.

"Go and have fun captain." Lhaes shrugged as he closed the tricorder. "See you in a week."

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Reuben Gregnol
Captain
SS Mary Rose

Lhaes Sommers
Senior Medic
SS Mary Rose