Clash of the doctors

Posted on 07 Jan 2017 @ 7:29am by Lieutenant JG Owen Jackson M.D. & Commander Jayla Kij

1,225 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Click Three Times
Location: Sick Bay
Timeline: MD 8 (BACKPOST)

Jayla sat back in her chair and sighed. So many reports. And there were far too many in the "morgue" section. She hated having so many people in the morgue that there wasn't actually enough room for them. Still, what else was there to do?

She stood and stretched with a sigh. It was definitely time to check on her patients. Actually, it was a bit early, but she was tired of sitting at this blasted desk, so she was going to check on them early.

Having recently recovered from head injuries suffered wall on the Chimera. Owen fund himself a bit discombobulated. The Chimera was his first real taste of space having only recently graduated from Starfleet Academy. Owen also felt very uneasy being aboard this particular ship as he had started to remember conversations from his last ship, talking about how this was a Consortium ship.

Owen , not entirely trusting this crew began to become something of a difficult patient demanding to constantly have access to his own charts and thoroughly reviewed any medicines prescribed for him including having tried prescribing his own prescription medications

"Good morning, Mr. Jackson," said Jayla, attempting to be her usual cheerful self. "How are you feeling today?"

hearing a cheerful voice Owen turned his head to look at the doctor. He then picked up his own chart from the side of the bed and looked it over. " from what I can see I'm doing just fine but how do you explain the use of such a strong sleep agent the last few nights??" His voice was somewhat accusatory.

Jayla pointedly took his chart from him and raised her eyebrows at him. "Sleep is healing," she said gently. "You know that. We needed you in a deep sleep to heal that head trauma. Now listen, I know you're a doctor in your own rights, but you have got to stop questioning everything we do for you. I'm a doctor. I took the Hippocratic oath, just like you. No matter where my loyalties lie, I would have to do what's best for you as my patient. Okay?"

Owen was somewhat annoyed by the doctor as she had snatched the chart away from him while he was trying to review his own case. After he had heard the doctors speech. He proceeded to look up at the doctor and said “I would remind you that people take all kinds of oaths in this world, whether it be starship captains giving an oath not to interfere with primitive cultures or doctors like us who give an oath to do no harm. It is up to that individual of what that oath means to them. And frankly doctor I don’t know you well enough yet to know if that sacred oath we all had to take in med school means anything to you or if it was just words you had to recite!” Owen had then brought his arms up to his chest and crossed them which showed that he did not trust her. He then continued in a somewhat yielding voice “ however, it would seem I have no choice in the matter. So I will try to play a better patient for you and your staff.”

Jayla gave him a long, piercing look. "I took that oath very seriously," she said, her tone low and serious. "I took it so seriously that I even have difficulty with self-defense. I treat enemies the same way I treat allies. No matter which side you are on, I will make sure you are in great health; and should it turn out you are Consortium, then you will be in perfect health at your trial."

Owen was feeling a bit more reassured after the doctor’s lecture rate up until the last part of her speech when she had said the word trial. Owen cut in. “ I think you’re a bit confused there of who will be going to trial! After all, it was your ship and crew that were responsible for the destruction of my ship that was trying to lawfully cartel your ships illegal actions!”

"There are several people from your ship who have transferred here who witnessed your captain attempting to use a thalaron device against us," Jayla pointed out. "We were attempting to disable the device and the Cochran and Chimera tried to stop us. Both captains- and a lot of our crew- were killed when the device malfunctioned." Her face and tone softened. "I'm not accusing you. In fact, I'm pretty sure very few people on your ship are with the Consortium. Possibly only your captain. But, that's all beside the point. The point is, that no matter my affiliation, I am bound to see that you are in good health and to get you there to the best of my abilities."

Owen was satisfied that the doctor was sincere in her efforts to heal him. After Owen’s mind was at ease that this doctor wasn’t going to try to hurt him in some way. Another disturbing thought came to his mind. He had nowhere to go. As his ship was destroyed! He then asked in a more humble voice. “If you don’t mind me asking how is your staffing here in sick bay? As you know I am a doctor myself. In fact, I graduated top of my class at the Academy!” He sat up in his bio bed eagerly awaiting her response.

Way to make a 180, kid, Jayla thought to herself. "Okay," she said gently. "Okay, but first I want you healthy. So you need to just rest and get better, okay?"

Owen still had his concerns but for now he was willing to behave himself. He had then replied “very well doctor. I will stay here and focus on getting better for now. But when I am back to my old self, we must have a conversation about my future here!”

"Absolutely," said Jayla. "Now, sit still so I can check you over," she added pulling out her tricorder and starting a general scan to see how he was doing.

He laid back and allowed the doctor to perform her physical exam. His eyes were watching the tricorder. It was driving him nuts not being able to see the results. However, he had managed to contain his curiosity as he laid there quietly waiting for the doctor to finish her examination. While she was performing her examination he couldn’t help but look around getting a feel for his new surroundings.

"Well, the good news is that you're doing really well," said Jayla, snapping the tricorder shut. "I want to keep you one more night and as long as you're improving tomorrow, I'll let you rest in your quarters. Well, we'll have to find you some quarters, but at least you won't have to be here any more."

Owen sat back up “another night? Is that really…” He had cut him self off “as you wish doctor. I suppose one more night of sick bay food won’t permanently harm me.” He laid down and closed his eyes, he tried to let his body relax and drift away and fell asleep.

"That's the spirit," said Jayla gently. "Get some rest. I'll be back to check on you later."

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