Cabin... er... Med Bay Fever

Posted on Tue Mar 31st, 2020 @ 2:16pm by Ensign Becca Bremer & Major Edward Maxwell

1,113 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Episode 106 – Stalemate
Location: USS Mercy
Timeline: MD2 - 0745hrs

ON:

Ed was once again back in his bed after his most recent session of physical therapy. On the table beside his bed were two piles of PADD's. One contained letters written and waiting to be picked up to send to families of pilots who didn't survive the Battle of SB400. The other pile were letters he had yet to write. If Doc Hades would at least clear him to do administrative work from his bed, which was no more taxing physically than writing these condolence letters, he could start writing up award commendations to send to the CAG for approval. That however would have to wait, because Hades would in fact, NOT clear him for that work.

Adjusting his pillow to support his back, he settled in as comfortably as he could. Sure the burns still ached and throbbed, but not enough for him to ask for any medication. At least he was still alive to feel his pain, both physical and mental. At least as long as he had letters to write he could put off facing his own any more than he already had. With a slight scowl chasing across his features, Ed picked up the next PADD on his 'To-Do" pile.

Since arriving at Starbase 23 Becca had spent verify little time doing, anything. She had enjoyed the company of her father, brother, and uncle, and slept...a lot.

After her medical training on Denobula were completed, the war had kept her from being assigned to a ship or starbase. Instead she had been needed there as critical patients were sent behind the lines for treatment and to recover. She had helped with physical therapy, but that wasn't her 'cup of tea'. She wanted to be a trauma surgeon, but those extra classes and fellowship training hadn't happened yet.

She finally decided to be useful. She had spoken to Doctor Mclintock whom she had known since she was a little girl and asked her help her on her schedule rounds.

She tapped the door chime then slowly walked in, "Major Maxwell? I'm Ensign Becca Bremer, a medical officer. I wanted to see how you were feeling and if there was anything you needed?" While talking she pulled her tricorder our and did a quick scan as she looking at the bio-bed's readings.

"Bremer, huh?" Ed asked looking up from the letter he had begun writing. "What I need, I doubt you can authorize Ensign. Doctor Hell is keeping me stuck right here until who knows when." He took a breath and blew it out with a sigh. "You ever been stuck in a biobed for a month? I'm losing my mind just sitting around in here."

Becca couldn't hide the smirk, "Doctor Hades stuck you here for a reason. No, I can't authorize you to leave, but, if you need some mental stimulation, I can ask someone to get you an access terminal or some PADDs. I'm sure reports are not what you have in mind though, but it might make the time go by faster."

She made a note on her tricorder to have a nurse some in to reapply Dermaline Gel to Maxwell's first and second degree burns. "How's your pain level today?"

"Good luck with that." Ed grumbled. "Doc Hades won't even let me do administrative work. I'm lucky he's letting me work on these condolence letters." He said indicating the stacks of PADD's at his bedside. "Second worst part of being a leader. Worst part is the fact that sometimes it's your order that gets them killed." He sighed and set the current letter in his lap. "Pain's tolerable Doc. Nothing like what it was getting grilled alive."

Becca signed. "Alright, I'll see if I can get someone to sign off on light duty. Sometimes moving is more helpful than just lay around...mentally anyway. Would you be willing to remain in your assigned quarters? You'd have access to a terminal, can do reports, can walk around, and be close enough to a bed when you needed to rest?"

"Do I even have assigned quarters around here?" Ed asked with a raised eyebrow. "I've been in here since we arrived and I spent the whole trip over in Mercy's sickbay in a medically induced coma. Something about they didn't want me feeling the pain from almost being flambe'd alive." He said with a shrug. "Becoming a human candle? Not really an experience I'd recommend that anyone try."

Becca smirked at the 'human candle' comment. "I'm sure you have something assigned to you aboard the USS Kearsarge." Becca assumed since it was the only Marine ship right now.

Becca heard voices outside in the corridor and recognized one of them, so he opened the door.

"Admiral." Becca said with a smile.

K'Temoc turned around, "How's my favorite niece?"

"I'm trying to get the Major here back to the Kearsarge and private quarters. Doctor Hades is busy and Doctor Mclintock told me she would sign off an anything I needed, but she is in with other patients too." Becca explained.

"Well, the new USS Saratoga will be arriving soon, if the Kearsarge is full we can sent him there." K'Temoc looked in to see Maxwell. "If you feel he's up to being released to quarters, I'm sure Kitty will sign off if you can't get in touch with Doctor Hades."

Becca nodded, "I'll check on him later today and I've already scheduled additional treatments. He needs to move, sitting or laying all day isn't helping in this case."

K'Temoc nodded, "Okay. But get a MD to sign off."

Becca turned back, "Pack your bags mister, you're out of here."

"Shit, you get me the hell out of here Doc and I'll take you to dinner!" He said happily from his bed. Getting out of here was just what he needed. "That is," he dampened, remembering his condition, "if you wouldn't mind being seen out with someone as busted and disfigured as I am. Or if its not against some ethical code or anything?"

Becca flashed a smile. "Once you heal, a dermal regenerator will take care of any scaring so you have nothing to worry about. But to answer your question, once you're cleared by Doctor Hades, dinner would be nice."

"Consider it done as soon as you get the paperwork signed off." Ed promised. At least now he had something to look forward to. After-all, who wouldn't be excited about getting the hell out of medical after a month. Dinner with a beautiful woman was just icing on the cake. The fact she was also the Fleet Admirals daughter had yet to register in his mind.

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