Star Trek: Eventide 777 - medical-offices

Marcus was working away at one of the consoles, writing up a report about his sabbatical to starfleet academy. A mostly untouched mug of coffee was set down by his elbow. @Agrippina┊Ching-ling

Gwenaël had been doing some routine research on the history of the station, it certainly had some interesting moments in recent history, but nonetheless, he wanted to get to know more of the Starfleet officers who he had to work with, and one of them was a higher ranking officer, Dr. Corvus... or Lt. Cdr. Corvus, Gwen wasn't quite sure which way to address the officer, either way, he found the appropriate office and chimed at the door.

Marcus looked up from his work and shrugged. He wasn't expecting anyone, though it could be Hanna paying him a visit. "Come in."

Gwen entered into the office and took a few steps towards the desk while looking at the Doctor. "I presume you are Doctor Corvus, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am Gwenaël Attila Hunedoara, M.D. and I will be working alongside you as a civilian doctor." He had a smile on his face, happy to meet a fellow doctor

Marcus smiled back and stood to offer her a hand. "Pleasure to meet you. Didn't know we'd be having civilian medical workers but I'll welcome the help, starfleet or not. Have a seat and tell me about yourself."

"Thank you." He stated while taking the hand and shaking it with a relatively firm grip, before he sat down in the seat on the other side of the desk. "I was educated on many procedures by my parents and the extended 'family' if one could call them that, I grew up a part of an organization that travelled the galaxy looking to help people, Hippocratic oath to the extreme. I got my medical doctorate on Bajor and decided on help people, especially during the recent war with the Klingons. For a time I was also in the Gamma Quadrant, compiling research while learning about much of the genetics behind the Dominion's military, and helping those who were afflicted with tragedies on their planet." It was a quick synopsis of his life story, nothing too in detail, and much of it just as medical background. "I will be working as a general practice and research doctor aboard the station. May I ask, do you prefer to be referred to by rank or as doctor?"

"Wow you're quite experienced. That'll be an asset. I'm usually on the ship docked here so you'll be a great help to the station if we become overrun with casualties. I'm a trauma surgeon and emergency medical physician myself so I know what it is to be in the trenches so to speak. Why not starfleet if you don't mind me asking?"

"I find it too rigid. I don't want to be told where I have to be, I just want to go and help people as they need it, because a lot of people outside of Starfleet jurisdiction do need help. It's an unfortunate reality that galactic political ambitions prevent people from being helped. I don't want to be stopped by rank or some official who has politicking to deal with."

"I suppose that's fair. Though I wouldn't let starfleet stop me from helping anyone honestly. Most officers wouldn't. Where are you from originally?"

"Space, the great expanse that it is. I was born aboard a ship on transit, I grew up in an environment with a great many cultures, and I am one eighth Vulcan because of the group's nature. What about yourself? Where are you from?"

[PADD] From: Lieutenant JG Anaaddol K’guth To: Lieutenant Hsarr M’ow

Lieutenant M’ow, This is my official clearance for Ensign Za’ari’s surgery. I’m happy to agree to it Lieutenant JG K’guth

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Hsarr smiled down at their PADD. This was wonderful news, they would tell Nalas as soon as they saw him.

He chimed the buzzer and awaited a reply.

Hsarr spun in their Doctor Chair toward the door. “Enter,” They called.

He stepped into the office and greeted the kind Caitian doctor with a smile and a wave. "Hello doctor, it's nice to see you again-- this time for something positive."

“Hello, Ensign. I’ve gotten the approval for the surgery, I’m ready to start thinking about the process and scheduling,” Hsarr smiled, their tail resting in their lap, their ears relaxed and flat on their head.

"Well, Doctor," Nalas took a deep breath and took a step foward. He rocked back and forth on his heels. "I don't want to go through with the surgery. I-I like the idea but... I think there is something to be said for a Bajoran boy trying to look Cardassian. It's not exactly like gender affirmation surgery where someone feels like they are a different gender-- it's.... Changing my race. Which is not gender. I feel more Cardassian than Bajoran, but the mixed experience is a can of worms maybe I don't want to open. I hope you understand."

Hsarr paused, choosing their next words very carefully. “That’s understandable, Nalas, but when you came to me you told me you were absolute certain you wanted to do this,” They began, frowning at the Ensign. “I must admit I’m a bit puzzled now,”

"Y-Yeah, well... I spoke with my boyfriend-- ahh Eshen. And as much as I still want to do it, I do see the problems in getting surgery to alter your race. Especially when the race you want to look like enslaved your biological species for 50 yaers."

“I suppose that makes sense. I’m sorry you’re not going through with it, Ensign, but I respect your decision.”

"Maybe another time. i'm sorry to disappoint, doctor. I may change my in the future but for now I think I want to try and become comfortable in my Bajoran body. Thank you again," Nalas gave the doctor a warm smile and bowed his head before exiting the room.

Well, there he went, the lad himself, and Hsarr just shook their head and smiled. Well, it was his choice, and he was right that the mixed experience was not one many voluntarily experienced.

Hsarr sat in their office, doing- guess what, paperwork. They’d gotten behind uploading physicals, and it was about time they went in and input them. If they’d known they would be doing so many physicals as ACMO, they might not have taken this posting. Well, that was a lie. They wouldn’t have met Wheatley, otherwise.

Speak of the devil, look who's here! At least he remembered to lower his head once he entered, because Wheatley made his way in with full power and a grin on his face. "Hsarr, hellooooo?-"

Hsarr looked up, brightening instantly. “Wheatley! What are you doing here?” They asked, spinning around in their chair and giving the engineer a giant smile.

"Brought you somethin'! I know Caitians can't eat fruits or vegetables so I couldn't do most of my pastries, but--" He walked over to the table and placed a container down onto it, placing a fork and knife alongside it. "I made you something you might like!" The container was all fogged up with steam, so it wasn't exactly clear what was inside.

“Aww, Wheat, you didn’t have to cook for me…” Hsarr purred softly at the idea that Wheatley had put that much thought into a meal for them, even remembering their dietary restrictions. They carefully took the top off the container, hit with a scent of…something.

It was this beautifully decorated chicken parmigiana, having replicated tomato sauce that tasted like normal sauce, but wouldn't do any damage or distress to Hsarr's internal systems. "Ta-da! It's one of my mum's recipes!" He smiled proudly, crossing his arms. God bless this human golden retriever.

Hsarr turned to their boyfriend, purring growing ever louder. “Wheatley,” They stood up and wrapped two furry arms around the highest spot on Wheatley’s body that they could reach. “You’re so sweet to me. Thank you,” They grinned. Get you a man who is tol and makes food.

He chuckled loudly and wrapped his arms around them, lifting them off the ground a little bit as he let them go soon after, grinning with all his dorky radiance. "You're very welcome! I thought you'd like it."

Hsarr giggled as they were lifted off the ground. “Do you want to stay for a bit? I can take a break, I’ve probably been at this too long anyway,” They offered, pulling another chair from a desk a foot or so away. “I’d love to spend some time with you,”

"Of course! I'm on my break anyway so might as well." He walked over to the chair, sitting down on it. Hell, even him sitting down looked awkward.

Hsarr began eating their lovingly prepared meal, the purring from before still going steady. “I missed seeing you,” He told Wheatley after a few bites, brushing their tail against his leg, testing somewhat to see if that was okay.

He looked down at their tail and smiled, chuckling. "I missed you too. Engineering is hectic, how many new ensigns have I seen now?- I have no idea."

“Weird that we get so many engineers posted here, but medical is still somewhat understaffed. I mean, surely the health of the crew is important..?” They shrugged, then took another bite. This was some damn good food, and they would be perfectly happy to spend their elder years in a quaint little cottage, waking up to this type of cooking from a handsome, British sweetheart. They only hoped he shared a similar vision of the future.

"I know right?? Blimey, we do need more medics in this place... Engineering already has enough, goodness." He replied, not yet having his own vision of the future. He just wanted to survive long enough to have one! Unlike... Maybe someone in another dimension, or another wall of existence, who knows.

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Hsarr couldn’t help but laugh at how British their boyfriend was. They had always found his accent endearing. “It’s like a domino effect- the more engineers we have, the more doctors we need, to heal you all up when you inevitably injure yourself,” They said playfully.

He let out a loud chuckle, crossing his legs as he leaned back, "Oh, is that so? Well- God help me if I passed on my curse to them." Cue his signature grin.

“The Pendleton Curse better not become a thing, or I’ll have to take a course on head injuries just to work here,” They quipped, poking him with the tip of their tail. “Consider yourself lucky, mister. Dating me means priority medical care,” They joked.

"Ouch, right in the heart? Or I meant to say, forehead-" He smacked his knee and laughed loudly, his glasses sliding down with each shoulder bounce. "And oh! I bet!"

Hsarr shook their head, shoulders shaking with laughter. When Wheatley finally calmed down some, his glasses were almost falling off, so they leaned forward, gently took the glasses in their paws, and slid them forward, sneaking a nose boop. “Dork,” They said affectionately.

He booped their nose back and took the opportunity to ruffle their hair, grinning as he pulled away. "Dork and proud of it."

“My proud dork,” Hsarr pointed out, purring. They could care less that their fur was ruffled- it looked stupid~~ly cute~~, but who gave a shit, if Wheatley was the only one in the room?

Wheatley grinned and sat back down, "So! Liked the parmigiana? Used an old recipe, but new sauce."

To: Medical From: Lt. JG. Renakir Solait Torre'vnau

Medical, I am quarantining in my room as requested but it seems like I have also infected my friend Ensign Allan Allen without realising it. Do you have any information on the status of a cure? PS. Allan is nervous and doesn't believe the virus, what should I do?

To: Lt. JG. Renakir Solait Torre'vnau From: Lieutenant Hsarr M'ow

First off, Lieutenant, if I put you under quarantine, why would you have someone over? That completely defeats the purpose of quarantining. Secondly, I will send Ensign Allen a message instructing him to quarantine as well, as we haven't made much progress with the cure. Doctor M'ow

To: Lieutenant Hsarr M'ow From: Lt. JG. Renakir Solait Torre'vnau

I thought he was already infected too. He has been interacting with people normally. Well, thank you and oh Eshen has it too, seems like his roommate Nalas gave it to him.

Fuck. Shitass. It was spreading. They needed to make an announcement about it, it seemed.

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