Physicals... And conversations...

Posted on Sun Jan 22, 2017 @ 6:10pm by Lieutenant Krem & Lieutenant JG Mar Megara
Edited on on Sun Jan 22, 2017 @ 6:11pm

Mission: An Orion to Die For
Location: Sickbay

Meg was excited.

Most doctors weren’t thrilled with doing physicals, and truth be told, Meg wasn’t really either, but this was the first one she would perform outside of a classroom. That was some sort of milestone for sure!

She busied herself getting all of her instruments set up and in place so she would be ready when her patient arrived.

Lt. Krem was the antithesis of excited. Having to be poked and prodded by that was no doubt a hew-mon doctor did not sit well with the Ferengi, nor did the fact that it might very well be a female. Starfleet had a propensity to enlist their females into jobs of a medical nature, for what he could only assume to be aesthetic purposes more than any practical one.

When the door to Sickbay slid open, Krem glanced around and wasn’t the least bit shocked to find females running about the place practicing the medical arts. The Ferengi let out a long sigh before announcing his presence.

“I need someone to assist me,” the Lieutenant announced in an impatient manner.

Meg glanced up from her preparations and was vaguely perturbed that no one else seemed to notice the Ferengi man standing there. Very well, she'd see what he needed. “Good morning,” she said cheerfully as she approached. “What can we do for you?”

A reflexive sneer emerged from the man’s face before he consciously pushed the corners of his lips in an upward direction, “I require a physical.”

Meg’s face broke into the brightest smile ever displayed on a Klingon- half or otherwise. “I believe that is my job today,” she said. “You must be Krem. They did not tell me who to look for, only gave me the name. Come right over here and we shall get it done as quickly as possible.” She turned and headed towards the biobed without waiting to see if he would follow.

Krem was not overly impressed with the woman right off hand, given that she was clothed for one and her Klingon heritage did nothing to win her any favors either. He’d had many run ins with them in his years of being a… less than above board merchant, and they were not his favorite species to have to deal with. Nevertheless, the Ferengi complied with the request to follow the woman deeper into the compartment.

When he arrived at the bed, he pulled himself up on it and settled in to await the scans and battery of questions that would no doubt follow.

Meg picked up her tricorder and began the preliminary scans. “Have you any complaints?” she asked.

The Ferengi thought about the question for a moment before shrugging, “Nothing medical, no.”

Meg grinned slyly. Something in his tone said that it was the personnel he had a problem with. “You don’t like me,” she said as if nothing could have delighted her more. “That is okay. I do not require that my patients like me.”

“It isn’t a personal thing… merely some bad run-ins with people like you is all. Old habits…” the Ferengi didn’t really apologize for his disdain, and didn’t really deny the accusation either.

“You have met other Spanish speaking Klingon/Bajorans?” she countered, pretending to be completely surprised by this fact. “And I thought I was one of a kind.”

“Doesn’t matter what language they speak, every Klingon I’ve met just wants to run a knife in my gut. Justifiable or not, it leaves a bad taste in my mouth,” Krem shrugged.

“Well, as a doctor, I certainly do not want to run a knife through your gut,” she said. “That would be against the Hippocratic oath. If you get cheeky, I may have to give you a tongue lashing, but that is the extent of my violence- unless you attempt to take my life, of course.”

“Not a fan of having to get my hands dirty,” Krem shrugged, “Even if the latinum is pretty good for doing so. I prefer to simply allow people the chance to give me their wealth voluntarily… even if the deal isn’t exactly what they were in the market for. But then again, even hew-mons were shrewd enough to have a saying, ‘Buyer beware.’ One of the few things I can honestly say hew-mons got right.”

Meg thought there was far more that humans had gotten right, but decided to hold her tongue. “I dunno,” she said with a slight grin. “I think their food is pretty good, too.”

“Perhaps,” Krem didn’t disagree, “But there are a great many more things they haven’t gotten right… yet.”

“Nobody is perfect,” she replied, switching to secondary scans. “If you find a perfect person, let me know; I shall want her autograph.”

“I do not believe they exist,” the Ferengi said, glossing over the assumption that it would be female if it did. He wasn’t in the mood to argue gender semantics while perched on a bed. Especially when oo-mox was not involved.

“Nor do I,” she replied. “So you see? We agree on something already. We are on our way to becoming friends.”

Krem couldn’t help but shrug, “Stranger things than that have happened.”

Meg grinned again and quickly finished her scans. “Well, everything seems to be in order,” she said, snapping the tricorder shut. “You are in excellent health. I shall have to get one of the other doctors to sign off, but I believe you shall be declared fit for duty.”

“Wonderful,” the Ferengi said before sliding off the bed, “I have things to do, so I think I’ll go to it. Hopefully only the exchange of latinum will see us meeting again in the future.”

The Ferengi made his way out of Sickbay, happy that it was a relatively painless exercise in formalities.