
From loeblich@rt66.com Mon Jun  8 20:37:44 1998
Date: Fri, 5 Jun 1998 14:32:45 -0600
From: PROMETHEUS <loeblich@rt66.com>
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Subject: [INDIGO] USS PROMETHEUS: The Straw That Broke The Doctor's Back

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Date: Fri, 5 Jun 1998 14:31:14 -0600
From: "PROMETHEUS" <loeblich@rt66.com>
Subject: [INDIGO] USS PROMETHEUS: The Straw That Broke The Doctor's Back


Turbolift, USS PROMETHEUS
FMD 6.1720

Everything on the battle bridge checked out.  On the medical end, there were
only a few minor injuries - nothing that needed immediate attention.  On the
counseling end, well, Lexaura Tur was sure there was plenty to do, but it
would come later.

The threat of the Dalriada was delayed for the time being.  The ship was out
of immediate danger - or so it seemed.  Engineering had started repairs
already; most of the power had been restored.

The captain was dead.  And that truly green XO is taking his place for the
time being.  It wasn't sitting well with Lexaura, and she knew it had to be
the same or even worse for others on the ship.  Perhaps CINCINDIGO would
assign someone from another ship to take command.  Someone not so damn
green.  There were too many questions - too many pieces to pick up.

"A memorial service," she said to herself.  "That's a start."

The turbolift door opened, and Lexaura stepped through to find a mess in the
corridor.  Marines and Starfleet enlisted alike, stood, sat, and spralled
along the corridor, waiting for their turns to be seen by a medic...



Sickbay, USS PROMETHEUS
FMD 6.1722

Lexaura surveyed the room.  It appeared no one noticed her in all of the
confusion.  Downie, Hanson, Washburn, and a number of techs were running
around frantically.  Patients in various stages of death and dying lay in
biobed after biobed - some on the floor.  Kenfald sat by a biobed in a
secluded corner - as secluded as it could be, given the situation - treating
a patient with non-critical injuries.

"We've got too many out here," Washburn yelled to Kenfald from the doorway
to the hall.

Leniah Kenfald looked toward her friend blankly and resumed spraying
an arm burn.

"Bring the critical ones in directly," Hanson answered.  He was working on a
bolian with an apparently deep headwound.

Washburn nodded.  "And non-critical?"

Kevin Hanson looked over his shoulder at Kenfald.  "Doctor?"

There was no response, just the meaningless gaze.

"Doctor?" he repeated.

On approach, Lexaura asked Hanson, "Where had you drilled to take them?"

"Argh," the young man growled, as a spray of bolian blood escaped his
patient's forehead.  "We can't take them there.  Hull breach."  His hands
pressed on the man's head.  "I've got a bleeder."

Lexaura glanced at Leniah, still not responding.  "Dammit," she cursed, and
moved to assist Hanson.  As she replaced her hands for Hanson, she shouted
over her shoulder to Washburn, "Take them over to the holodeck, and bring up
the damn EMH if you need another pair of hands.  I'll come over there in a
few minutes to assist."

"Yes, Counselor," she responded.  "I think that will work."

"Thanks," Hanson said in a low voice, as he worked on the bolian with a
laser.

Lexaura nodded in Leniah's direction.  "How long has she been like that?"

"Uh, soon after you left her office."  He turned off the laser. "There.
Done."

"Good work," Lexaura said, approvingly.

"Help me move him?  I don't want to bring him around yet."

Moving around to his legs, Lexaura asked, "Where to?"

Kevin looked around, "I don't know.  We don't exactly have a post-op set
up."

"Well, let's bring up another holodeck then."



Holodeck - "Triage", USS PROMETHEUS
FMD 6.1730

"Please state the nature of the medical emergency," the holographic doctor
inquired, as Lexaura approached.

"Isn't it obvious? What in the hell are you good for if you can't even
assess a situation?" she asked sarcastically, looking around the deck.

"Indeed, Counselor," he answered, stepping forward to examine the cut
on her cheek.

She glared at him.  "It's a flesh wound.  Don't worry about it," she
said, stepping back.  "Just point me in the right direction to assist
you and Doctor Washburn."

"Counselor, I am fully capable -"

"Shut up, you pompus windbag.  You are this close to be terminated," she
said, displaying the space between her index finger and thumb.  "I'm here to
help."

"All right then..."



Sickbay, USS PROMETHEUS
FMD 6.2010

Lexaura presented herself to Leniah Kenfald.  Hopping onto the biobed
Kenfald seemed to be guarding absently, she asked, "Could you take
care of this, Doctor?"

"Oh, sure," she said, as if she were half asleep.

"Snap out of it," Lexaura said ruffly.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me."

Leniah prepared to clean the wound on the counselor's cheek.  "I don't
need a lecture from you."

"You sure as hell need a lecture from somebody."

Leniah swabbed the wound.

"Aren't you going to say anything?"

Leniah bit her lip, and reached for the laser to suture the cut.

Lexaura reached out, grasping her wrist.  "You aren't touching me with
that until you at least respond."

Leniah didn't move.  She didn't try to move.

With the other hand, Lexaura slapped the doctor flat on the face.

Leniah's eyes began to well up.

"Well?" Lexaura asked indignantly.

Leniah simply dropped the contents in her hand.

Lexaura loosened her grasp.  "We are at war! Your staff needed a leader
today, not someone to pass out sugar confections.  Where were
you?  You sure as hell weren't doing the job of a chief medical
officer."

Leniah wriggled her wrist free and swiftly moved towards her office.

"That's right, Leniah," Lexaura called, loud enough to be heard by the
entire room, "Go ahead and cry.  That's going to fix everything."

Leniah turned on her heels to face this very unfriendly counselor.  A
tear was visible on her upper lip.

Lexaura glared at her from the biobed she was perched on, then added,
"Where are your damn lollipops now?"

Leniah wiped the tear away with her hand, and briskly turned, leaving
sickbay altogether.

Lexaura watched her leave.  "Damn."  It wasn't the exact affect she
had desired to arouse from the Chief Medical Officer, but any effect
would be a step forward at this moment.

Lexaura dismounted the biobed and sprinted to the door.  A couple of
loitering marines looked at her.  "Which way?" she asked.

"That way," one answered, pointing to the left.

Lexaura began pursuit.  "Computer, raise forcefield at junction
4-23B."

A loud thud could be heard around the bend.

Lexaura helped Leniah sit up.  "On this ship, you are supposed to give
the orders to your staff - you aren't a cadet at med school anymore.
You aren't cut out for this, Leniah.  You crumble under pressure."

"I know," she whispered.

The pair got to their feet.  "Maybe a nice spot on a starbase or
medical ship is where you belong.  I don't know.  All I do know, is
that you don't belong in charge here - not now - not in the middle of
war."

"But I am a good doctor," she weakly rebutted.

"I am not refuting that."

Leniah straightened her uniform.  "What are you saying exactly?"

Lexaura took a breath.  "Honestly, I'm saying we need a CMO with more
experience.  I saw the way you folded today, and that scares me."

"Maybe you're right."  She sighed and looked into Lexaura's eyes.
"I need to go think about this."

Lexaura watched as the dejected doctor walked slowly down the corridor.

NRPG:

Wasn't that fun? <EG>

This is the *official* version of this post.  I saw another version
circulating from some unnamed source....

FMD 6.1720  Tur heads to sickbay                        Dana
FMD 6.1722  Tur helps make decisions in Sickbay         Dana
FMD 6.1730  Tur argues with the EMH in a holodeck       Dana
FMD 6.2010  Tur gives Kenfald something to think about  Dana/Greg

Greg and I noticed a few problems with the timeline.
1) Kyran's reporting to sickbay should occur around 6.2000, instead of
6.2230.
2) Situations occurring in the 6.2300 hundred hour on the PROMETHEUS should
occur in the 6.2000 or 6.2100 hour...  Martel seems to be in two places at
once.  This would take care of the conflict with the OMEGA situation.

Also, I will be out of town all day Saturday and most of Sunday, so if you
send me anything important and I don't respond, it's not because I am
ignoring you.  On the other hand, if I don't respond after that, I AM
ignoring you.

Respectfully Submitted,

Dana Loeblich
loeblich@rt66.com
as
Ltjg Lexaura Tur, CNS, USS PROMETHEUS

with great assistance from

Greg Monforton
gmonfort@direct.ca
as
Lt Leniah Kenfald, CMO, USS PROMETHEUS





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