A Nicer Doctor

Posted on Mon Feb 1st, 2021 @ 4:08pm by Dixoho Saa (*) & Vincent Anjes MD & Laurier Cami

Mission: Mission 12 - Railway
Location: Deck seven - Sickbay
Timeline: MD02 19:00
1182 words - 2.4 OF Standard Post Measure

Dixoho had finally finished what she had been needing to do with the rangers for now and could finally get herself out of her quarters to meet Cami for their sickbay appointment. Everyone had been booked in for one to check them over and compare them to their last one. Everyone in sickbay was now in on the secrete so it was nice to walk in and not have to pretend like she had for the last five hours. She smiled seeing the now Trill sat there waiting for her. “Wotcher.” She greeted.

Cami nodded a greeting back as her own body walked into the room. It was still unnerving. Questions ran through her head, like whether she really did walk that way, or whether she'd have done her hair exactly that way. "Any trouble today?" she asked.

Dixoho shook her head as she sat on the Bio bed opposite herself. "The Rangers believed the approach of me staying out of the way due to space for the most part." She assured thinking on the ones that had asked questions but Burnie and Cassie had knocked that one on the head reminding that it no longer needed to be that way.

Vinny entered into the examination room holding a datapad with the two patient's health histories, his white labcoat, his stethoscope around his neck, and coffee stir stick being chewed on on the right side of his mouth. "Good morning, ladies." he stated as the door closed behind him. "How are you two doing?" he asked as he set the datapad down on a small table, eyeing the two women.

"Alive," Cami replied. "Still not really used to this. Climbing a ladder in a jefferies tube and I had to stop to catch my breath. And - sorry Dix - I broke a nail sealing a plasma conduit earlier."

Dixoho shrugged. It was not use crying over spilt milk or in this case a broken nail. It would grow back.

Nodding as he pulled a medical tricorder from a coat pocket. He activated it and ran it over the body that was housing Cami. "I see. Your respiratory system is, well…" he placed the tricorder back into his pocket and activated a monitor in a split screen, between the two beds that was located on a wall. "You see here," pointing to the display in the right, "the lung capacity, as malformed as it was, has slightly deteriorated since last scan. It's not much, but I would recommend taking it easy and not overextending yourself, physically."

He tapped the screen and brought up a neural diagnostic scan that he did with the tricorder. "Your brain...her brain, whatever, is showing some changes but I believe that has to do with the emotional trauma sustained from the swap. Nothing too concerning...as of yet." Vinny knew this had to be a lot to take in, for both. It was beyond traditional medicine. "Before we proceed to Saa's body, I am sure you both have questions."

“Is there anything that you can do to help her... me?” Dixoho said sounding cold and aloof as she jumped on the question session. The last doctor had forgotten to reorder the medicine she had been using for years so that was out of the question as they were unable to source supplies this far from the majority of homeworlds but maybe there was something he could think of.

"Considering our current location and the technological restrictions of the ship's medical bay, nothing that will be a long term fix. I do however think that weekly doses of dioxypulmozine would be beneficial." Vincent brought his hand to his chin and looked up and to the right, while thinking about the specifics of the proposed treatment. "Say, zero-point-five milligrams, mixed with three milligrams of metrazine. The first dose would be a quarter of that, and we could build-up to the total dose over a month's time."

"Yeah, I'm not going to remember a word of that," Cami shrugged. "How about I just come back here once a week and you do that...whatever it is. Fix the problem."

Dixoho smiled a little as she looked at the nonplussed expression on her own face. "That is fine but you will not need to worry about that for long as we are going to be swapped back." Dixoho was not giving up on that at all. She was not letting someone who was now a friend fade away in her body.

"Sure." Cami was far less sure than the woman occupying her body. She'd started to accept it a little. Things weren't changing back any time soon as far as she was concerned, so why bother wasting that hope in vain? "Are you done with me, Doc?"

Vincent entered something into the control panel and then pulled a hyposray from a slot on the terminal. He walked to Cami and before he placed the device to her neck he shrugged. "Yeah, that's fine. This may sting a little."

After injecting Cami he grabbed the tricorder and waved it over Dixoho. "You're good. Some minor elevations in stuff, but nothing alarming. You both can go. I want to schedule weekly follow-ups with us here in medical. Enjoy your day." Vinny was concerned about this whole situation and if someone had told him this was even possible before, he never would have believed it.

Dixoho held her tongue wanting to say something to Cami but she noticed it was not the time or place. The woman was in a storm of emotions but she could be there for her. “Want to hang out again?” She offered hopefully.

Cami thought about it for a minute. All the chaos with the Rangers being around and trying to look like things were normal had been stressful. And Dix had been pretty good about it with Jea busy trying to manage her husband - and the woman inside her husband - to really spend that much time with her. "Yeah, that would be nice. Better than hiding from everyone I suppose."

"No need to hide," Dixoho assured quickly catching up with the woman as she looped at an arm through her own arm. "Thank you, Doc." She threw loudly over her shoulder to the man that had been quite calm and logical about the whole swapping thing. It certainly was a welcome change from what she had thought would happen.

Waving a hand and smiling while trying to remember where he put his mug of coffee he replied, "Yeah, sure thing. You kids have a better day. I'm sure this'll work out in the wash, as my grandmother used to say."

Work out in the wash? Cami wondered silently. As if a mysterious and unexplained body-swap would just 'work itself out'? She wasn't holding out hope. "He's a lot more cheerful than the last one..." she mumbled to Dix.

Dixoho grinned. She could not deny that at all. All the changes both good and bad made the ship the best home she had ever had.