Something doesn't ring true

Posted on Tue Aug 8th, 2017 @ 8:31pm by Captain Rueben Gregnol

Mission: Mission 4 - Combustion
Location: Deck 7 - Main Sickbay
Timeline: MD 01 :: 07:00
1588 words - 3.2 OF Standard Post Measure

Liem sat on the biobed shaking as his hands were cleaned. He looked the woman over as she carefully tried to be gentle. "I've have seen many fires in the mines but... but..." He sounded in shock and couldn't go on talking so sat quietly there watching her.

"I'm sorry," Bettina muttered with a small smile as she looked up at him, "I just need to get these cleaned up to see how bad they are." If the burns involved more than just the superficial layers of skin, it would take more work to patch them up, and worse, if ligaments and tendons were involved it would take a different sort of treatment.

"I can give you something for pain, but there still needs to be some sensation so I can evaluate the extension of damage." Continuing to clean the wounds as gently as she could, she looked up at him apologetically. "What exactly happened?"

"I went to help when the alarm went off." The man explained softly trying to not figet to much. He had had wounds like this before working in the mines but nothing as quickly dealt with like the ship seemed to be dealing with it. He was enjoying being onboard despite Noelle ignoring him.

Bettina chuckled as she worked on his wounds, shaking her head. "Well, that doesn't exactly explain this, but that's all right." She administered a light pain killer, then gently cradled one hand in hers. "All right, I need you to move your fingers...on the right hand, touch each to your thumb, then we'll do the left."

"Oh... I was helping to move things and I touched something hot." He said understanding what she meant now. "Like this." He wondered moving his fingers to each thumb despite the pain.

"Gloves," Bettina commented without thinking, then she looked at her patient and shrugged. But yeah, this sort of thing could have been prevented, but hindsight was wonderful, and maybe there hadn't been time to grab what they needed.

"Anyway, it's good you can move so well. I know it hurts, but we can fix that." She grabbed the dermal regenerator, then cautioned, "Even after this, you'll need to do some exercises to keep the ligaments from tightening. So, what exploded?"

"The cargo bay..." the man said confusion. Did the crew not discuss what happened on there ship? He winced carrying on the exercises as she hadn't asked him to stop as of yet. The miner nodded, he knew exercising and repetitive moments.

"Yes, we've heard that," Bettina clarified, putting her hand on his. "You can stop now... I was just wondering [i]what[/i] in the cargo bay blew up, and why?" Not as if that was a common occurrence. "Stay still now..." She held his hand palm up in her left hand, then started working with the regenerator. "Let me know if any of this hurts."

"I don't know." The miner shrugged if she didn't know how was he to know? He had just heard the alarm and ran to help. It was the right thing to do to help the people who had been putting up with them for the last few weeks... well not his family but his future Brides family who seemed to be spoilt beyond belief.

"Ah, well, hopefully it was just an accident or oversight." Those would be bad enough, Bettina figured, but not so bad as something that was done on purpose, although she couldn't fathom why someone would intentionally do such a thing.

"I hope there aren't a lot of casualties, but so far it seems to just be you."

She stepped back and asked, "How does that feel? Can you still flex the fingers all right?"

Rueben walked into the room looking angry as he took in the scene before him before taking a deep calming breath. "Davies... can I have a word... Please" He demanded barely holding his temper as he knew it wasn't her and he couldn't find Mott anywhere for now.

"Aye, Sir." Bettina glanced at Liem with a slight shrug, going over in her head (more than once) everything she had done over the past few days that could possibly have led her to a trip to the Principal's office, so to speak, but she couldn't think of anything, so she just prayed that the Captain wasn't the sort to toss people out the airlock.

"Excuse me." She gave an uncertain smile to her patient, then followed after the Captain.

Rueben indicated the Doctor office and waited for her to step inside before he slammed the old fashioned door before turned around the anger leaving his face instantly. "Okay, you are going to listen carefully to what I am about to tell you, Davies." The Captain said firmly as he looked at her staring at him uncertainly.

"Yes, sir." Holding her ground, she looked up at him as steadily as she could, fighting back the misting in her eyes as best she could. It wasn't the first time this sort of thing had happened, probably not the last, although it was so soon into her time here, and she was actually liking it here...oh, well, easy come, easy go...

"Why are you looking like you are about to cry?" He demanded quickly as his tone shifted to concern. He had been an Executive Officer to see the signs... deities he had lived with Jeassaho for long enough to know it. It was always the misting of eyes, and the slight shuffling.

"I'm sorry, sir." She took a deep breath as she looked at him. "I just don't take dressing-down very well." Shrugging, she bit the inside of her lip. "But I promise to try keep it together, Sir." She really wished he'd just get it over with, name her crime and her punishment and let her move on.

"I'm not dressing you down..." He muttered rolling his eyes. "I am making it look real for him out there." He added jerking his thumb to the man who Davies had been treating.

"Oh...." She nodded understanding, although she didn't understand...but she was relieved that apparently, she wasn't on the fast track to the brig. "Aye, sir..." her lip was still trembling and tears still threatened, "and I am trying to make it look real, too." There was the hint of a smile then.

"Course you are." Rueben murmured looking at her wondering just how much information he could tell her. "Do not trust the Ardanan guest." He said finally as he leant on the desk needing just a moment to calm down, he was hot and bothered after fighting the fire and didn't exactly look in the best state. "I need you to document every injury."

"Aye, sir." Bettina nodded, feeling her heart almost stop, and she finally admitted, "I'm not the best one to play spy, sir, I...get too nervous...I might say something..."

Taking a breath, she nodded again. "It seemed strange, though, that he would be pushing something that was so hot without gloves or something." She started to glance at the man in question then checked herself and focused back on the Captain.

"Davies you've got no choice right now. Time to be an adult on an adult ship." The Russain said trying to rein in his accent. When the man got angry or annoyed his accent tended to show through and make his accent thicker than normal. On a Starfleet vessel, it would have been no problem at the translator would have solved that problem but the ship hadn't had one in years. "He is a miner." He said as an explanation. He knew miners were a hardy bunch.

"All the more reason to wear protection," Bettina pointed out, drawing herself up, "he's a professional, he should know better." Of course, she wasn't sure that it really meant anything, past the fact that maybe he wasn't what he said he was. "Do you need anything more besides his injuries?"

Sure, she could document them, but she might look at things differently if she knew more exactly what he was after.

"Just do it, Davies. Document all injuries so we can use it in investigations." Rueben murmured softly. Normally he had more patience but after fighting fires and dealing with passengers he just didn't have that patience for his crew.

"Aye, sir, I can do that." Bettina gave him an uncertain smile and nodded. Documentation wasn't so hard, and maybe she could con the man out of his clothes, in case he had other injuries, even just scrapes or bruises, that might be significant. "Just him, or any of them who come through here?"

"All of them," Rueben said grabbing a wet cloth from off the desk and ran it over his face wiping some of the grime off him. "Something doesn't ring true." it was the simple truth of the events that had happened over night.

"Aye, Sir, I can do that." She wasn't exactly sure what he meant, except that maybe the wedding party wasn't what it was supposed to be on the surface? And with that many of them roaming the ship, that could be a bad thing. "I'll send reports as I make them." It was a matter now of getting any of the injured to agree to be checked out.

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Bettina Davies
Field Medic
SS Mary Rose

Rueben Gregnol
Captain
SS Mary Rose

Liem Yoniad
Guest
SS Mary Rose