Stardate:70809.0300
Title: Someday You Will Find Me, Part Three
Author: Zanh Liis
Scene: Arboretum
Time: Following Part Two
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He watched her for a long moment before continuing. Then he figured, *what the hell,* and stuck a toe gingerly into another potential mine field, wanting to see what would happen next. "You've worked hard here. Vedek Jariel will be pleased." He could once again feel her emotions shift at hearing the Vedek's name.
She looked up at him as she finished her food and set her fork down. "I had help. But I hope he will."
"You've known Jariel a long time, haven't you?"
"Forever, and I mean that as literally as one possibly can. But that, doctor, is another meal entirely."
"I suppose so." Dave could see she was tired, and decided that he should try to convince her she'd worked hard enough for one day. "About time to turn in, isn't it?"
"Yes, Mom. You know, you and Jariel are going to get along just fine. He's always trying to get me to slow down."
"Sounds like a wise man. I look forward to getting to know him better." The pair gathered up the picnic dishes and put them back into the basket.
As Dave stood and turned he heard the distinct, gasping sound of a person in considerable pain. He turned back to see that she was somewhat frozen down on one knee, halfway between sitting and standing.
"You all right, Cappy?"
"Oh, yeah. Never better. Except I can't move."
He dropped the basket and hurried to assist her, helping her to her feet.
"Ow, ow, ow," her voice rose in pitch.
"You've probably slipped one of those implants out of alignment. Here." He tapped his combadge, then took it off and attached it to the strap of her coveralls.
"McKenna to transporter room one, medical emergency. Lock onto my badge signal and beam directly to Sickbay."
[Acknowledged. Energizing.]
"The ONE time I leave my frigging badge at home," Liis grumbled.
"Hang on, I'll meet you there."
==/\==Sickbay==/\==
In no time at all Zanh was lying face down on a biobed.
McKenna began by giving her a hypo for pain, and then ran his medical tricorder up and down over the length of her spine. He grimaced. The readings indicated severe muscle spasms along with the fact that she'd slipped her third lumbar vertebra, implant though it was, out of alignment. "Looks like a few loose screws. Fortunately, I can tighten them in this location without having to make an incision."
"Loose screws? We are still talking about my back, right?" she gripped the edges of the sheet that was draped over her, tightly, trying to distract herself until the hypo kicked in.
"Of course we are."
"Then get your power tools and let's get this over with. I've got an early morning shift."
McKenna procured a small, powerful magnetic device and then he folded the edge of the sheet back once. Twice. Three times.
"Hey, whoa, now. How low is that thing going to have to go?" Zanh tugged back. Bad enough she'd thrown her back out on the new doctor's first day, now here she was naked as a jay bird and covered only by a rapidly disappearing sheet- completely at his mercy.
"Only so far as absolutely necessary, Zanh Liis. I assure you. I am a professional."
"I certainly...hope so." she frowned, and her words slowed as the mild sedative he'd added to the hypo took effect. "I guess this would be a bad time for me to confide in you my true feelings about doctors in general?" She gritted her teeth as he turned on the magnetic device and held it against her skin. It was cold, on top of everything else. She cringed as she felt the implant slide back into its proper place. He then began to tighten the screws which had let it slip.
"At some point in the future we really should get in there, clean things up, add a little more support. The techniques for spinal stabilization surgery have come light-years in the past decade."
"I'll put that on my 'to do' list."
"No you won't. Not until your spine falls to the ground and you trip over it."
"Damn straight."
He shook his head. He was definitely going to have to keep his eye on this one.
A short time later he was finished, and he nodded as he scanned her again.
"There, that ought to do wonders. You should feel a lot better in a day or so."
"Glad to hear it. Can I go home now?"
"If you can walk there, you can go there."
"Oh. I hadn't thought about actually getting there."
"Perhaps you should sleep where you are, Zanh Liis. I promise to wake you in the morning with plenty of time for a shower and breakfast before your shift starts."
She knew that she was in no condition to argue at the moment. "Very well then." He brought her a couple warm blankets, and then prepared to return to quarters, himself.
"I've told the night shift to wake me at a moment's notice if you need anything. So don't hesitate to call. Sweet dreams."
"I'll be fine, doc. Thanks again for dinner."
"It was my pleasure."
"Though, you should know something. . ."
*What now?* McKenna thought helplessly.
"Usually," she teased, loopy from her medication and joking about the fact that the gardening had done her in, "it takes a hell of a lot more than some flowers and one alfresco dinner to get me to spend the night in a strange man's sickbay."
Dave laughed out loud. "Goodnight, Captain. I'll see you first thing."
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Zanh Liis
Acting CO
USS Independence NCC-90791
Post 366: Someday You Will Find Me
Posts 201-565
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- Post 466: Those Who Won't Be Counseled
- Post 467: A Visitor
- Post 468: Help Is On the Way
- Post 469: Can't Be Helped
- Post 470: Battle of the Sexes
- Post 471: One but Many
- Post 472: Running for Reece
- Post 473: The Kindness of Strangers
- Post 474: Angels in the Snow
- Post 475: Adrift
- Post 476: Yensul Awaits
- Post 477: Women and Children First
- Post 478: Mothers and Daughters Part One
- Post 479: Mothers and Daughters Part Two
- Post 480: Somehow, It Feels Like Christmas
- Post 481: Overture
- Post 482: Without Fanfare
- Post 483: Welcome to Yensul Part One
- Post 484: Welcome to Yensul Part Two
- Post 485:Alone in a Crowd Part One
- Post 486: Alone in a Crowd Part Two
- Post 487: Home Field Advantage
- Post 488: Florence Nightin-Ensign
- Post 489: The Honeymoon Has To Wait
- Post 490: Tour Guide
- Post 491: Into Focus
- Post 492: Just What the Klingon Ordered
- Post 493: You Did What?
- Post 494: Masquerading As Light
- Post 495: Two Outs, Full Count, Bottom of the Ninth
- Post 496: Tending the Garden
- Post 497: To Mention the Unmentionable
- Post 498: Starfleet Boy Meets Alien Girl Part One
- Post 499: Starfleet Boy Meets Alien Girl Part Two
- Post 500: Reasonable Accomodations
- Post 501: Under the Bus
- Post 502: A Chance
- Post 503: Something Somehow Sacred Part One
- Post 504: Something Somehow Sacred Part Two
- Post 505: Something Somehow Sacred Part Three
- Post 506: In a Dream
- Post 507: Drastic Times
- Post 508: Be Careful What You Wish For
- Post 509: Hot Soup, Familiar Face
- Post 510: This Is Some Rescue
- Post 511: Upon the Housetops Part One
- Post 512: Upon the Housetops Part Two
- Post 513: The Last Thing I Remember
- Post 514: Dialogue
- Post 515: Judgment Day Part One
- Post 516: Judgment Day Part Two
- Post 517: Judgment Day Part Three
- Post 518: Unexpected Help
- Post 519: I Have An Idea
- Post 520: Parting Is Such Sweet. . .Whatever
- Post 521: Saved
- Post 522: Walking Away
- Post 523: Bright, Shiny Objects
- Post 524: Without A Fuss
- Post 525: Wrap Up With A Nice Little Bow
- Post 526: Facing The Future
- Post 527: Until Next Time
- Post 528: The Truth
- Post 529: A New Beginning
- Post 530: The Flames Burn Hotter
- Post 531: Instinct
- Post 532: Preparations
- Post 533: Reality and Guilt
- Post 534: For Their Own Good Part One
- Post 535: For Their Own Good Part Two
- Post 536: Hairspray and Short Skirts
- Post 537: Masquerade
- Post 538: Halloween, Today?
- Post 539: Alter Ego
- Post 540: Flapper Tapper Girl
- Post 541: Can't Get Enough
- Post 542: Commander Who?
- Post 543: The Inmates Are. . .
- Post 544: And They Call Her Sir
- Post 545: Message In A Bottle
- Post 546: Full Disclosure Part One
- Post 547 Full Disclosure Part Two
- Post 548: Rendezvous?
- Post 549: Why the Long Face? Part One
- Post 550- Why the Long Face? Part Two
- Post 551: Why The Long Face? Part Three
- Post 552: Time to Meet
- Post 553: Quicksand, Part One
- Post 554: Quicksand, Part Two
- Post 555) Trapped
- Post 556) Heads or Tails
- Post 557) Take Your Stations Part One
- Post 558) Take Your Stations Part Two
- Post 559) Transponder
- Post 560) Damaged Goods
- Post 561) Damsel in Distress
- Post 562) The Invisibles
- Post 563) Showtime
- Post 564) Full Circle
- For the Crew. . .
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