Oopsie Daisy
Posted on Fri Jan 3rd, 2020 @ 12:09pm by Chief Helmsman Eden Bowers & Ships Doctor Quinton Sarratt MD
Mission:
Mission 10 - Temperance
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: MD 02 20:30 Hours
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Eden calmly walked into sickbay, a makeshift bandage wrapped around her finger that had a three inch long gash in it, nearly the entire length of the finger. She'd been stupid and slipped while trying to make dinner for Jake the old fashioned way though she was trying to think of a much more interesting story as to how it had happened. One couldn't reveal everything about themselves immediately. That was just no fun.
"Hello," Eden said, to the doctor she didn't recognize.
Quin almost did a double-take as he looked at the woman, her injured hand so carefully wrapped. He could see the blood and already figured what was under the bandaid. "You know," he looked at her, "underwear typically goes under the clothing, never met a race that puts it on the finger before." He pointed to a biobed, "hop on up, while I get the Counselor to explain the proper uses of underclothing..."
Eden looked confused for a moment and then she glanced at her hand. "Oh, no, that's okay, I'm pretty sure I know where they belong and these aren't mine anyway. Jake wrapped them around my hand when I cut it. The replicator was on fire and the smoke pouring out of it distracted me temporarily."
"Do you all normally cook naked," he asked, "on second thought I don't wanna know." He held her hand, as he began to inspect it, "it doesn't really look too bad, we should be able to get you cleaned up. Let me grab a few things, one second."
"Of course not, we both had clothes on . His quarters just weren't the cleanest. I did stop by unannounced in his defense. Why am I explaining this to you? I cut my finger cooking dinner after accidentally setting his quarters on fire, that's the gist of it." Eden was certainly getting flustered, a rarity for her. "I just need it healed."
"Your relationship, or the finger," Quin smirked, as he picked up a nearby dermal regenerator and a cleaning agent to sterilize the wound with. He pointed to a nearby biobed, "hop up and we will get that taken care of." He ran his tricorder over the wound a few times, just to ensure nothing serious was damaged. "While I have you here, anything else I should know about; medical history-wise?" He hadn't gotten around to reviewing the entire crew's logs, yet.
"The finger," Eden said eyeing him carefully. "Were you on the debate team at the Academy?" If not he should have been. "Oh, probably. I'm a hundred and eighty years old, or close to that. But I'm entirely human. It's a long story. I was part of the original crew of this ship. It used to be called Ishimura."
He folded his tricorder, "care to run that by me again, perhaps we could loop in the Counselor," he was going to need more. Entirely human and hundred and eighty years old didn't add up. Something was a bit off. "Perhaps, you hurt more then your finger," he joked.
"Nah, no head injury. The Ishimura used to be a Starfleet vessel. I was an Ensign. There was an entity, they called it the cloud monster. It started to sweep through the ship and killing everyone. Sebastian, the Captain sacrificed himself to save the few of us that were left. So he stuck our patterns in the transporter buffer and I woke up here so many years later," Eden explained trying not to express how painful the memory was.
"Very interesting," Quin stated, as he continued to treat the hand as he made several passes over the affected area with the regenerator. "That must have been quite a shock once the shock wore off. How many people made it off the Ishimura," his curiosity was taking over not realizing how insensitive he was being?
"Seven of us?" Eden said trying to count the number of people on her fingers even though he had a hold of her other hand. "Out of the whole ship . . ." She couldn't help but think about the last image of Sebastian who no one knew then had been her husband.
"Oh dear," Quin suddenly felt a bit of remorse. "I can't imagine what that must of been like, how long have you been here?"
"About a year. Our patterns were found at different times, I think I was about the last to be found." She tried to remember if others had been woken after her. "Anyway, it's not exactly a happy fuzzy memory, even being wakened wasn't a lot of fun. I was alive but my husband wasn't and I was so far in the future that I'd lost anyone I'd ever known except this ship." She looked around her. "But now I have Jake, even if he uses underwear to wrap around my cuts." She shrugged. "He's a good man."
"Good is sometimes all we can ask for," he commented, "not really wanting to get into a deep discussion on love life's past."
"Yeah," Eden sighed. "Anyway. Thanks for doing this, I know it's your job but you probably don't get a lot of thank-yous."
"It's a thankless job," Quin replied, "but someone has to patch you all up, or I'm getting stranded out here," he lied." He picked up a tricorder, and after a few scans was certain the damaged finger would be ok. "Well, the good news is we won't have to remove it. But I'd try to keep it out of your boyfriend's underwear for a while and let it heal."
Eden grinned."I promise. Thanks again." She hopped down from the bed, grabbed the underwear in case Jake wanted them back and skipped off to find her boyfriend again.
Eden Bowers
Chief Helmsman
SS Mary Rose
Doctor Quinton Sarratt
Ships Doctor
SS Mary Rose
