Let's Get Physical... Physical...
Posted on Thu Jul 22nd, 2021 @ 4:23am by Lieutenant Kennedy Ryan Walsh & Lieutenant Commander Emni t'Nai & Lieutenant JG Irynya
Mission:
The Place of Skulls
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: Mission Day 2 at 1245
TL;DR - Kennedy Edition: Uhhhmmmm, Irynya is on my rotation and I am way too confused about her to handle this--but I have to so I'm going to be ultra professional and also try and fail not to notice every teeny little bit about her.
TL;DR - Irynya Edition: Oh fun, Kennedy's my doctor today. Good grief he's cute. And his hands are nice. And shoot... this is more complicated than I planned.
TL;DR - Emni Edition: Oh Dear Heaven, has no one taught these two about hormones?
Lieutenant JG Kennedy Ryan Walsh was getting most of the junior officers and enlisted personnel on the Sojourner, while his superior, Doctor t'Nai, was mostly attending to the senior staff and the assistants. He looked at his PADD to see that Lieutenant Irynya was next on his schedule. He took in a deep breath and approached Dr. T'Nai, "Doctor?"
Emni looked up from the PADD where she had been updating and closing out files for the battery of physicals she had completed already that morning. She had kept light tabs on her new ACMO as they worked through evaluations on the two side-by-side biobeds, but they hadn't gotten much opportunity to speak. Though there were a lot of people coming through the doors, up to this point the other doctor's emotional signature had been fairly calm. Emni suspected he had simply fallen back into the pattern of work after being ordered to take a break on Risa. As he approached her now a series of conflicting waves of emotion crashed over her, announcing his approach before he even spoke a word and piquing her curiosity. "Yes, Dr. Ryan Walsh?"
"It, uh, appears that I have Lieutenant Irynya up next," Kennedy's fingers played at his collar as if it seemed to be tightening around his neck, "Can... you... attend to her... if you... have space?" His nervousness and anxieties were handling the situation now. "She's my roommate, you see... think this might be a conflict of... yes, a conflict but not really a conflict." He winced at not being able to get to the point directly.
Emni waited patiently as the ACMO's explanation wound down without resolution. As he spoke she had rapidly erected emotional filters aware of his mounting discomfort in a nearly visceral way. Waves of anxiety crashed up against embarrassment and pride like ocean waves against a rock face. Whatever was alarming the man was clearly causing him significant conflict.
The Romulan doctor let out a breath. "I'm not sure I understand," she began, "in what way would it be a conflict of interest? She's your roommate, yes, but no more than Mr. Parsons and Mr. Balsam. Would you have the same concern if they were on your docket next?"
The question had come out harsher than she intended. She had an inkling, based on the roiling waters of Kennedy's emotions, as to the core reason for his concern, but in the years she had been a doctor it had always been necessary to separate personal attractions and attachments from work. It was an important skill, if not one that could be incredibly difficult on a small ship.
Kennedy winced at the Doctor's rather personal question regarding his sexual orientation but she wasn't completely wrong. He was attracted to Irynya, but wasn't too sure. She was the closest thing he had made to a friend in his twenty-five years of existence. While Kennedy was being pretty reserved about his emotions and somewhat tight-lipped and iron-clad in his appearance his direct superior was able to see through that shroud of uncertainty. He did find Sheldon physically attractive, but with their interactions since even before coming aboard the Sojourner, he could say no. He nodded, "You're... not wrong.. I'm, sorry to bother you, Doctor."
Sensing that her question may not have quite landed the way she intended she was quick to respond. "It's normal, doctor. Separating work from our relationships, whether they are family, friends, or something else altogether, is always a bit like threading a needle. It just takes practice. You'll be fine, I promise." Having said the only thing she could to set his mind at ease she turned back to the small cluster of people just inside the door waiting their turn.
Outside of Sickbay Irynya was making her way down the corridor. Her physical was just another on a list of things on her mind that day. The doors separated with a hiss revealing a knot of 3 people by the door and Emni approaching and waving an engineer she had not yet met over to biobed 1.
Doctor Ryan Walsh nodded his head until he noticed the familiar young woman enter into Sickbay for the first time since he had been onboard. He straightened his doctor's coat simply to assist in helping himself be grounded before raising his hand to get her attention. He took in a deep breathe, "Lieutenant Irynya? Over here please."
Irynya's face lit with a brilliant smile as Kennedy waved her over to biobed 2. "Dr. Ryan Walsh!" She exclaimed, a picture of ease and amusement. "Fancy meeting you here!"
The Doctor rose an eyebrow in an almost Vulcanesqe way, "This is where I work."
The Risian laughed. "Yes," she said with a touch of mischief in her eyes, "that is a true statement."
Irynya was as surprised as the next person at her own response. While she was typically glad to see her friends a small bit of unnamed anticipation had made its way into her walk to Sickbay leaving her almost awkwardly overbalanced in her response. She was genuinely glad to see him and a little bit thrilled to get a peek at him in his element. Her over-wide smile stayed squarely in place as she levered herself up onto the edge of the biobed. Once settled she set about removing her jacket stopping only when she caught the expression on Kennedy's face.
Momentarily he was unaware. He prepared himself for her to remove her duty jacket for the physical. His facial expression like that of a deer in a truck's headlights. He looked away before making direct eye contact with her. He nodded his head more for his benefit before moving closer to the bio-bed, "Would you like the privacy veil enabled?"
"Uh..." she was momentarily unsure how to respond. Nudity was far from taboo on Risa. If anything her uniform would be considered extremely modest at home, verging on puritanical. But she knew that wasn't how everyone felt about it. She just hadn't anticipated that Kennedy--whose profession undoubtedly meant he had seen numerous patients disrobed--might even so much as blink.
"It's just my jacket and t-shirt, right?" she finally asked, making sure there wasn't something she had missed.
"And your undershirt," Kennedy was about to point but she knew she was wearing one, probably.
Irynya shrugged, her smile slightly confused, but accepting. "Yessir," she replied, shrugging out of her jacket before hanging it on a small hook next to the biobed. Two arms crossed, clasping the edge of her t-shirt and in one motion pulled it over her head leaving her sitting on the bed in her duty pants and black sports bra.
Kennedy turned his head to look over his shoulder. For a brief moment he looked over to Doctor T'Nai before returning to face Lieutenant Irynya after her t-shirt was removed out of respect in undressing part. He looked over her, "Could you please move further up and turn onto your right side, please." Kennedy repositioned himself at the biobed and began to use his tricorder for the initial scan.
At biobed 1, Emni positioned herself where she could continue the physical of her own patient and watch as Dr. Ryan Walsh proceeded with his work. It wasn't that she didn't trust him to be professional. Quite the opposite. She was aware of the tension between his discomfort and the significant effort he was putting into being above reproach. And she was curious how he would handle things.
At biobed 2, Irynya complied, flipping her legs up onto the biobed and tucking one arm under her head.
"Let me know at any point if you feel any discomfort or pain, alright?" Doctor Ryan Walsh set his tricorder into a pocket of his doctor's coat. He sanitized and lotioned up his hands briefly before placing both of his hands, interlocked at the thumb work their way down towards the pantsline. He made multiple passes on her side before jotting down her side, "You have a mole 3mm in diameter on your left side. Are you familiar with this?" He sanitized his hands again before jotting it down into his report.
Irynya stared at the wall in the awkward way that patients sometimes found themselves doing while a doctor did his or her work. "I am," she said, "If you find something I'm not familiar with I'll be surprised." She chuckled lightly. After a long beat, where she assumed he had continued with this evaluation, she spoke again. "So... have you had to do a lot of these?"
"This is my eighth so far today," Kennedy noted down that she was familiar with the mole. "Has it grown since your last physical? Causing any pain or itchiness?"
"Nope," she replied, "Nothing out of the ordinary." Another long pause. "That's a lot of physicals in one morning."
"Doctor T'Nai and I both came in relatively pretty early to make sure physicals are ahead of schedule," Kennedy answered. "Would you prefer to roll onto your stomach while I look at your back or are you comfortable if you remain on your side?"
By way of answer Irynya rolled onto her stomach, stretching her arms above her head and clasping one forearm with the other. She turned her head so she was facing the side where Kennedy was standing, feeling a little less odd talking in his general direction than at the wall. Her clasping hand reached back behind her head, resituating her ponytail so that it was trailing down her far shoulder. "That explains why I haven't run into you back at our quarters since unpacking yesterday," she commented into her arm. "You must be exhausted."
"I'll make it through," Kennedy was tired but he wouldn't complain nor whine about it. He would take each physical one step at a time and not rush through them. He found, by the end of his workday, if he didn't rush through his appointments he had more energy. He placed his PADD down on the tray but brought it a bit closer without being a nuisance and being able to work. He resanitized and lotioned up his hands. He macro-frowned. He missed his roommates, especially her, "I'm sorry, I miss you too." It was exhaustion that he missed saying that before he connected his hands together to form a butterfly by the thumb. He started at the shoulders and worked his way downward, even over the back of her sports bra to her pantline and then started to return to her shoulders.
Even though she knew it was coming Irynya still tensed slightly when his hands met her back. Her cheeks flared slightly both at his touch and his words. It seemed pattently unfair that someone whom she had known barely 2 days could have this affect on her. Not just on anyone, but her. She was Risian. Risians didn't blush during routine physicals. Nonetheless she was glad that it was hard to see her expression from her position on her stomach. Her stomach, for that matter, was annoyingly involved in the whole process, whispers of nerves working their way through her.
As he reached the base of her spine she jumped, an involuntary giggle escaping her lips followed by a groan of embarrassment. "I am so sorry," she mumbled into the biobed where she had suddenly found the headrest particularly interesting. "I probably should have warned you that I'm ticklish."
The Irishman's cheeks brightened a level of pinkish-red of embarrassment that had never been that color before. He winced painfully at the involuntary laughter from his patient and friend. His face looked over his shoulder hoping that Irynya would never see that shade on his face but without realizing he made direct eye contact with his superior. He lightly nodded and his head turned to her. His face started to feel a bit more clamly as his brow began to sweat. He dabbed his forehead with the sleeve of his doctor's coat. He took in a deep breathe and awkwardly let out a slight chuckle to begin with.
Emni supressed her own chuckle from the other side of biobed 1. She wasn't enjoying Dr. Ryan Walsh's discomfort per se, but she certainly knew the awkwardness of trying to navigate the challenge he was currently facing. And ticklish patients simply weren't easy to navigate no matter what they looked like. She nodded back to him, hoping the facial expression she was making was reassuring and not alarming.
"Sorry," Irynya said again, turning slightly so she could see him. "I'll be more ready for it this time. Won't happen again." Her own cheeks were pink and she knew there was no way of hiding it and wondered, against all intelligent thoughts, whether Kennedy would notice.
"It's okay, I blame myself. I should have asked if you were, sensitive on your back before continuing on with your physical," Kennedy rubbed the side of his neck. "Are you good to continue? Did you feel any pain or discomfort... besides the tickling."
Blushing harder now, she buried her face back in the biobed, though not before noticing that Kennedy was also a brilliant shade of pink. Her mind raced a moment trying to put a finger on what he could possibly have to blush about. It wasn't as though he hadn't seen her in attire that was at least this revealing on Risa. And he was a doctor... and there were more than a fair share of attractive officers on this ship...
Irynya's brain continued to run in circles so it was a moment longer than expressly polite before she nodded into the biobed, following that with a muffled, "Absolutely. Go for it."
Kennedy quickly sanitized and lotioned his hands and returned to lightly use his back. He looked at his hands in the shape of a butterfly and remembering the Mood incident... he readjusted his hands temporarily to ground him more into a professional setting. He finished and resanitized his hands before picking up his PADD, "Nothing to medically to note about your back. Now if you can turn onto your other side, please."
Irynya turned again, settling her head in the crook of her elbow. For an uncomfortable moment, she couldn't decide what to do with her other arm and finally settled on letting it rest on her side, hand on her upper thigh. Her brain flashed to a moment in school when she had been settled in a similar position on a couch at home, watching a boy she had a crush on who was sitting across from her. A slight frown of embarrassment crossed her features as she wondered what had even stirred a memory that old.
Trying not to stare uncomfortably she settled on a spot just above Dr. t'Nai's patient on the wall and studied it as if her life depended on it.
Kennedy returned his PADD and redid his hands with his dressings of choice. His hands returned to a butterfly but before he proceeded, "Are you sensitive on this side at all? Good to go?"
The Risian's eyes flicked from their random distance space in front of her to Kennedy who was poised to continue his evaluation. For a brief moment she met his eyes before flicking her gaze back to the wall. "Same general vicinity on the side as well," she admitted, a twist of anxiety curling in her stomach.
He noted that before rubbing her side. Nothing else to note, "If you can rotate onto your back now, please." He sanitized his hands again before picking up the PADD and made a summation of what he did for the report. He pressed a few buttons on the PADD just to see if there has been any new information that he may have missed.
Irynya rolled accordingly, crossing her arms above her head and crossing her booted feet at the ankles. "Doesn't that dry your hands out?" she asked, noticing that he had once again sanitized his hands. "I do shower, you know." It was an awkward attempt at humor, but she tried it all the same.
"You... are... very clean," Kennedy remarked with grave difficulty and unaware that it was an attempt at humour, "its just out of habit." He took in a deep breathe while he looked over his PADD briefly while Irynya repositioned herself on the bio-bed. This would be the last part of the more in-depth examination before going onto the motor skills. He placed the PADD down, resanitized and lotioned up without thinking before moving back to the bio-bed, "Are you okay for me to continue and this is the area that you were tick-er-sensitive on your back, correct?"
Irynya glanced over at Emni, wishing that she had a touch of the Romulan doctor's empathic abilities in this moment. She appreciated the communication but wanted him to feel like he could just go through the steps he needed to complete the task. "Kennedy," she said, drawing his attention from where his hands were situated. She waited until he was paying full attention before continuing, "You don't have to ask if it's ok to continue. I know you're going to have to touch me to complete a physical. I promise you I'm fine with it."
She held his gaze a moment, her facial expression serious as she waited for him to confirm.
Kennedy simply nodded his head as a sign of affirmation that he understood, "Noted. Thank you." They were almost done with this portion of the testing and his hands returned in the formation of a butterfly and rested by the bottom of her neck. His hands stopped once his wrists touched the top of her braline. He paused momentarily and moved his hands across the bra and placed them back down onto her skin. He continued to her pantline and started again at the top with a bit firmer touch.
Irynya held very still, determined not to flinch when the movement tickled. The conversation had cut off when she had stopped him from asking if she was ok, so she stared awkwardly at the ceiling, her mind flailing for something to say that might return to the more casual conversation they had started with. At some level she wondered if she had overstepped. He was the doctor, after all, and she had just effectively told him to stop doing something that perhaps he felt was necessary for success. When he stepped back she propped herself up on her elbows, watching as Kennedy's hands flew over the PADD he had with him, entering notes.
"You can sit up now. I didn't find any abornomalities on your front. Do you perform self-tests on you're breasts regularly?" Kennedy almost said that deadfaced in his doctor voice. It was still rather uncomfortable for him to ask, but it was something, as her attending physician, that he ask to put in the evaluation report.
Irynya nodded, used to the question but finding it harder and harder to get a read on Kennedy. "Yes," she added to be sure he understood. "Once every 30 days, per recommendations."
Kennedy nodded his head, "How long ago was your last self-evaluation?"
Sitting up now with legs dangling from the biobed she could stare at the floor as she answered. "Yesterday." Her cheeks flared at the admission despite herself.
"Discover any lumps or anything else out of the ordinary?" Kennedy asked while he started to get uncomfortable-- they were questions he had to ask as her attending physician.
"Nope," she quipped. "Just the usual feel. Nothing solid or unmoving."
"Great!" Kennedy exclaimed with a bit of enthusiasm, thrilled that they were able to move onto the rest of the examination. He jotted a few notes down and placed his PADD down and brought it over to bottom of the biobed. Kennedy stood just Irynya's arm length away precisely, "If you could please put both of your arms out in front of you as strongly as you can, please."
Resituating on the biobed slightly she raised her arms, finding that the space between the two of them was less than perhaps Kennedy had intended. Instead of placing her arms between them with finger tips just out of his reach she had to tilt her palms upward, fingertips resting lightly at the bottom of the band of white along the top half of his uniform jacket. Brown-green eyes met blue and she grinned mischeviously. "Are you about to test my finger tip strength or..." she trailed off, apply light pressure to his chest with her fingers.
Kennedy's cheeks flushed red as Irynya's fingertips touched his chest. He looked into her hazel eyes and momentarily he lost himself in them before he returned to reality. His hands came up to softly hold her wrists, and he took a slight step backwards to have her arms in place where he wanted them, "Like this please." He released her arms.
He was blushing again. What did that mean? Irynya held his gaze as he moved as if she could somehow divine what was going on in his head by doing so. Even when his fingers circled her wrists she didn't look away, but instead let him reposition them so that her palms were flat and arms straight out a very short distance from him now, but no longer touching. She let out a breath as he dropped his hands, the spots where he had held her wrists still buzzing.
Shit, she thought to herself. This is inconvenient.
Kennedy returned his hands at the level where he wanted them to start the first part of the neurological examination that Doctor T'Nai had ordered to be performed on all evaulations. "Let's try that again, I'm going to apply pressure while you rise up your arms simultaneously. I want you to rise them both with force to counteract my pressure. Ready when you are."
She nodded, still watching his face as she did so. "Take it away Doctor."
He applied pressure on both of her arms, "3... 2... 1... go."
As Kennedy pressed down on her arms she pressed upward. She focused on preventing him from pushing downward, doing everything she could not to pay attention to the smoothness and warmth of his hands on her forearms.
Kennedy tried his best to maintain pressure to counter Irynya. He could feel her muscles tense, she was succeeding in this part of the test. While he could feel her arm muscles counter his own pressure, there was still a softness and delicateness to them. He maintained pressure for another minute, "You can put your arms back down at your sides for now while I add an update to my report." He picked up his PADD and pressed a few buttons, returning it to its place on the tray.
"Now I would like you to place both of your arms stretched out in front of you with your palms upward. Please close your eyes and count to ten, please."
He stood in front of her with his arms at his side while waiting for her to conduct this round of testing.
Nodding, she closed her eyes, timing her breathing to her counting as a way to focus. Though he hadn't expressly advised her to count out loud she did so, albeit quietly, her voice a whisper of numbers and breathing.
Kennedy watched Irynya close her eyes. He lost count after three seconds, and hoped that she was keeping track at this point. While it had only been a few seconds since he lost eye contact with her, he felt a level of disconnect from her. She had the kindest eyes. Kennedy always made direct eye contact unless if he felt unsafe. He had never felt unsafe with her. She was his only safety net other than Sickbay onboard the Sojourner.
It was why he was being more thorough with her than his other patients. She was the closest thing he had to a friend that he couldn't afford to lose. He closed his eyes briefly as his memory recounted when he first met her at the party and brought him into the drum circle and danced with him. He probably would have found a way out of the party about that time if she hadn't. He smiled. That was when he was at his happiest and then he frowned that he had no other happy memories that measured to that one. A single tear broke away, he rubbed it off with his sleeve.
Kennedy reopened his own eyes and his frown changed to the standard Kennedy facial gesture of closeguarded indifference. Her arms were still even and spread out towards him, "You can open your eyes and return them to your sides, please."
From behind where Kennedy stood Emni was proctoring her patient's hearing test. It wasn't lost on her that the ACMO's appointment was running longer than the one she had started at nearly the same time and while she paid attention to her current patient, she was also leaving barriers down to keep tabs on the Irishman--a convenience of being an empath. And so it was that she looked up sharply when Kennedy's emotional signature swerved strongly toward introspection.
"Everything alright, Dr. t'Nai?" the young woman on the biobed in front of her asked, taking off her headset as the test finished.
"Perfectly fine," she replied, returning her attention to her own patient, but resolving to make sure she and Kennedy had a private moment to touch base with each other as soon as a break in the appointments allowed.
On biobed 2, Irynya now sat with her hands resting lightly in her lap, completely unaware of the emotional rollercoaster that was now well hidden behind Kennedy's indifferent expression. From where she sat she glanced across at Emni, but the doctor seemed to be engaged in a review of some element of a physical or other with her own patient. She returned her gaze to Kennedy, awaiting instructions and working hard to appear neutral as opposed to someone rapidly memorizing his facial features.
Kennedy put his results into the PADD and then moved on, "Next step, we are going to have to do this with both arms. Please raise your right arm, palm up. I am going to put my hand around your wrist and your shoulder. I'm going to apply pressure on your wrist while you raise your hand up to your shoulder. Let me know when you're ready to proceed."
While he waited on her to do as instructed. He wished he knew how to convey to her how important she was to him, even if they were in each others lives for only a few days. To him it felt almost like a lifetime, and Kennedy didn't know how to convey that to her. Being thorough in his medical examination was hopefully proof of that. He was treating Irynya different compared to rest of his patients, he cared for them of course. He did the dermatology test with other patients before her, just not as thorough.
She nodded, following instructions on this and a battery of other motor resistence testing. When she'd finally finished with the walk from one end of the room to the other, feeling awkwardly aware of the way her hips swayed slightly when walking, she found herself standing, once again, beside the biobed. Despite her best efforts she had found herself watching Kennedy throughout the tests as if the way he tapped a note into the PADD or spoke an instruction might give her some inkling of what was going on in his head.
"Alright Doc, what's next?" she asked, her voice coming out just a touch too enthusiastic for the activity.
Kennedy smiled. He appreciated her enthusiasm even if it were a bit too drastic, "First you can put on your t-shirt and your duty jacket before we proceed onto the next part of the exam which will be hearing and than sight."
Pulling her t-shirt back over her head in one fluid movement she tugged at the bottom until it laid just right before swinging her jacket around her shoulders and zipping it back up to her neck. Last she pulled her ponytail from inside the two garments, letting it hang down over her shoulder in front of her. Put back together she felt a bit more normal and resituated herself again on the edge of the biobed.
Kennedy redirected his eyes while she unchanged, it was more for his comfort than her own. After she sat back down on the bio-bed Kennedy was quick into action to perform the hearing test. He grabbed an over the ear headset with both of his petite hands, "I would like you to raise your hand on the side that you hear the sound on. If you don't hear a sound I want you to place both hands out front of you."
He handed the headset over to her to put on the headset herself.
The test was quick, Irynya raising one hand or another as tones sounded at varying levels in her ears. When Kennedy indicated she should do so she removed the headset and handed it back to him, her hand brushing his accidentally in the handoff.
"You have impeccable hearing," Kennedy tried to compliment her. As her hand grazed his lightly in the handoff he couldn't help but smile. He took the headset gracefully and set it down on the tray where a medical technician briefly came by to grab them to be wiped down for the next crewmember to be evaluated. "Now for vision test." He clinked a few buttons on the biobed to holographically project letters in different sizes, "I would like you to read out from top to bottom, left to right the letters or numbers that you see."
She did as she was told, stumbling on the second to last row. "This test always feels a bit like a contest. Like who can jump the furthest," she commented with a wry smile. "Well, Doctor Ryan Walsh, what's the verdict? Still allowed in the cockpit? So to speak that is...?"
Somehow knowing they had come to the end of the test was a little bit of a relief. Her emotional and physical reactions had been on high alert for most of the experience. She felt a bit like a tuning fork that had been struck too many times in a row so that it seemed like the vibrating might never stop. Or like she had perhaps had just a little bit too much coffee.
Kennedy laughed slightly before covering his mouth at her comment about the cockpit. It was normally unlike him to laugh genuinely in a professional settling or even in a private setting. He lowered his head from his mouth after it had helped silenced him from laughing further, "You're still allowed in the cockpit. Please keep an eye on that mole though. Do let us know if it starts to give you any irritation or pain there."
"Will do," she said, amusement echoing through her expression. A series of offhanded unproffesional quips flittered through her head but she opted to say none reminding herself that they weren't standing in their quarters joking, but that Kennedy was actually working right now. Still, she couldn't help one comment. "You have a nice laugh. Maybe I'll get to hear it more sometime."
She smiled then, levering herself off of the biobed and landing far closer to him than necessary. She stepped back quickly, but not before noticing that he smelled like beach and flowers, both smells that reminded her, oddly, of home.
Finding herself once again emotional off balance she crossed her arms over her chest as if that would somehow undo the accidental infringement on his personal space. "Uh... so am I free to go?"
Kennedy appreciated her compliment about his laugh with a soft smile. He didn't like his own laugh as sometimes it could be a bit too high pitched, "I'll speak with the laugh and see what we can do?" He made an attempt at humour and winced at it. He sort of clapped his hands together before picking up the PADD before inputting the last bit of details for her examination report.
He didn't want her to leave but he needed to move onto his next appointment as he was running behind on his. While she was his ninth examination today, he should have been on his tenth or eleventh by now. He nodded his head, "Yes, you're clear to go." He held the PADD against his chest with a single arm while keeping the other free while he pushed the tray out of the way to give clearance for Irynya to leave Sickbay safely.
Noting that the knot of waiting officers had grown since the start of her appointment she nodded, donning the smile she had arrived with. "See you at home then," she said--meaning their quarters, but letting the more comfortable terminology run. Not waiting to see what he said she turned and made her way out of Sickbay.
Kennedy watched her leave Sickbay with a gentle handwave goodbye as he looked over to the nurse that came to his bio-bed, "When's my next appointment, Nurse Dogrov?"
They looked at their PADD for quick reference, "Fifteen minutes."
"Thank you," Kennedy made his way to the replicator and ordered himself a water to rehydrate. He turned to look at Dr. T'Nai who was with a different patient from earlier. He took a moment to breath in deeply and than exhale. He sipped on his water watching the surroundings around him. He loved Sickbay.
=/\= A Mission Post By =/\=
Lieutenant JG Kennedy Ryan Walsh
Assitant Chief Medical Officer
Lieutenant JG Irynya
Acting Cheif Flight Controller
With cameos by...
Lieutenant Emni t'Nai
Chief Medical Officer
