Joint Duty Log - LtCmdr Rogers & Lt Quoicho - "Oh I Have Ways"

Posted on 241408.13 @ 1:58am by Lieutenant Scarlet Rogers MD

Mission: Suicidal Running Title
Location: Various locations

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The next morning Nanee was still feeling a bit queasy from the night before not from drinking too much just what she had to do to get her purchase. Showering to at least feel like she got all the sleaze off of her. She grabbed her blue colored scrubs and slid them on; technically she wasn't on duty so she wouldn't need her uniform. Grabbing her bag she slung it over her head and headed out.

Reaching security she did her normal eye roll handing her bag to the brig officer to search as the other one did a quick pat down of her. "Really guys every single time?" The two brig officers just grunted and nodded forcefully handing her her bag back.

"Morning commander." Nanee said walking into the cell area and over to Scarlet's cell. "Time for your favorite question, how are we doing today?"

"We?" Scarlet raised an eyebrow, "Well you seem to look chipper, I feel like hell, so I suppose if you add those factors together, we are mediocre." Scarlet stood up from her bed she had made up on the floor, consisting of a blanket and pillow, cautious about her injury still.

Nanee nodded pulling her Cpadd and taking another set of vitals, "well your pulse and blood pressure are within normal ranges." Turning to the brig officer so he could deactivate the field Nanee pulled on some gloves, "alright and now it's time to check the wound and change the bandages."

Scarlet nodded and pulled up her top a little as she lied on the bed provided by security, "I'm still stressed here, the magazines and stuff helped a little but I think it's just the fact that I miss Th'Zarath." Scarlet sighed.

Kneeling Nanee did some soft probing and checking the incision, "have you had any unexplained or severe pain?" As she finished checking the incision seeing if it was infected.

"A bit, but mostly when I move suddenly," Scarlet winced a little, "Ease up please."

"Apologies but I need to make sure there is no infections around the wound." Nanee said as she pulled out fresh gauze to wrap the wound. "But everything looks healthy and I would try not to do any quick sudden moves." Nanee said finishing wrapping the wound and getting a hypo ready with antibiotics.

"The painkillers are certainly working a treat," Scarlet smiled softly.

"Good has security been giving you difficulty when you need them administered?" Nanee asked looking well more like glaring at the brig officer who was dealing with the controlling of the cells.

"The security officers are about as helpful as a Vulcan designing sympathy cards," Scarlet muttered, "They are absolutely awful and I think they are enjoying the fact that I am not myself."

Adding a note into her chart as she looked back up at Scarlet, "has anyone from the counseling offices come down to speak with you?" Nanee asked sounding genuinely concerned for her mental health.

"No, but I'm considering it to help with my case of getting out of here," Scarlet sighed.

"Alright I'll call for one for you. As for your physical health everything looks good." Nanee said standing up and putting her supplies into her bag as she used her Cpadd to send a message to the counselors.

"It'll take another three or four weeks I would have thought," Scarlet stood up and rolled her shirt back down, "Though I may remain in here for that length so who knows, right?"

"Don't worry about the wait." Nanee said giving the commander a wink. "I have my ways with people."

Scarlet smiled a little and looked to the floor before looking up to the ceiling and cracking her neck, "I can't wait to get out of here."

With all of her stuff put away she stood and stepped out of the cell and within seconds the field was brought back up. "I'll have a counselor down here for you by tomorrow.

"Thank you, Lieutenant," Scarlet smiled and sat back on the floor.

Lieutenant Nanee Quoicho
Acting Chief Medical Officer
USS Enterprise

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Dr Scarlet Rogers
Chief Medical Officer
USS Enterprise