Sickbay - Day 17 [open/unfinished]
"The phoretic analyzer in Biolab Three is still broken," was the greeting Leonard got immediately upon arriving in Sickbay, early. Borad looked as uptight and judgmental he had the past two days of Pike's 'visit'.
"A maintenance request has already been submitted," Leonard muttered back, already weary of the ol' snipe and bitch dance. Goddamn, it was like having a travel size version of the ex-wife. For when you can't be bothered to come back to Earth for your ass-chewing. "Science department's busy with their own clean up. Engineering's busy between all of us. They'll get to us when they can."
"Well, setbacks like these don't make for very professional research." Oh good, the man had decided to come to the point quickly. Leonard had thought there'd be the usual few hours of veiled digs about his abilities as a legitimate researcher. Now they could move onto the next level of mudslinging. Gotta love progress.
Despite that prediction, the morning wasn't a complete waste of time. Sickbay was more or less up and running. Everything was organized, sanitized, and running almost as smoothly as before. Pike's team of researchers had brought some supplies with them. It was enough to get them back to doing their job, treating patients. The task of researching a longer-term solution to the Spores went much slower, hampered as much by equipment and supply issues as by egos and tempers. But Leonard got in some quality time at the loaner electron resonance scanner. He'd submitted a new test subject for sampling. Discovered that this subject had an atypical response post-infection. This in itself wasn't entirely odd. There was a small cross section of subjects who'd had unique biological responses. Anything from absolute to partial immunity. But immunity implied resistance, or at least insusceptibility. This was something almost... compatible.
The quandary was interesting, but unfortunately it had to be tabled. Sickbay had been a busy place once it'd been an operational place. Today proved no different. Ironically, Borad and many of the academics always seemed ill at ease with actual patients and doctoring. Whereas Leonard was used to interruptions and re-prioritizing, they weren't. Eventually, Borad deigned to march himself over, sneer at him to his face. "This is interrupting important work, McCoy." The man had stopped using Leonard's title right around this time yesterday. Was alright with Leonard. He didn't think of Borad as much of a doctor either. "Leave this to us and do something you're actually good at." Leonard bristled, glared green daggers as he used complex words to explain the simple state of where his research was. It was stupid and petty, but hell if he was gonna let a book-pushing desk monkey get anything up on him.
He then strode off to prove that, yes, he was damn good at being a doctor. And that's what counted.
"A maintenance request has already been submitted," Leonard muttered back, already weary of the ol' snipe and bitch dance. Goddamn, it was like having a travel size version of the ex-wife. For when you can't be bothered to come back to Earth for your ass-chewing. "Science department's busy with their own clean up. Engineering's busy between all of us. They'll get to us when they can."
"Well, setbacks like these don't make for very professional research." Oh good, the man had decided to come to the point quickly. Leonard had thought there'd be the usual few hours of veiled digs about his abilities as a legitimate researcher. Now they could move onto the next level of mudslinging. Gotta love progress.
Despite that prediction, the morning wasn't a complete waste of time. Sickbay was more or less up and running. Everything was organized, sanitized, and running almost as smoothly as before. Pike's team of researchers had brought some supplies with them. It was enough to get them back to doing their job, treating patients. The task of researching a longer-term solution to the Spores went much slower, hampered as much by equipment and supply issues as by egos and tempers. But Leonard got in some quality time at the loaner electron resonance scanner. He'd submitted a new test subject for sampling. Discovered that this subject had an atypical response post-infection. This in itself wasn't entirely odd. There was a small cross section of subjects who'd had unique biological responses. Anything from absolute to partial immunity. But immunity implied resistance, or at least insusceptibility. This was something almost... compatible.
The quandary was interesting, but unfortunately it had to be tabled. Sickbay had been a busy place once it'd been an operational place. Today proved no different. Ironically, Borad and many of the academics always seemed ill at ease with actual patients and doctoring. Whereas Leonard was used to interruptions and re-prioritizing, they weren't. Eventually, Borad deigned to march himself over, sneer at him to his face. "This is interrupting important work, McCoy." The man had stopped using Leonard's title right around this time yesterday. Was alright with Leonard. He didn't think of Borad as much of a doctor either. "Leave this to us and do something you're actually good at." Leonard bristled, glared green daggers as he used complex words to explain the simple state of where his research was. It was stupid and petty, but hell if he was gonna let a book-pushing desk monkey get anything up on him.
He then strode off to prove that, yes, he was damn good at being a doctor. And that's what counted.