Sickbay - Day 22 - Semi-Open/Unfinished

[nurse_cchapel]

It was funny how she could tidy this drawer and that storage unit and that stack of PADDs every single day and every single day, she had to do it again. Well, maybe not funny. Odd or annoying or just the way a starship's medical bay is supposed to work, but not necessarily funny

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[engine_girl]

Cassie walked in to sickbay. Being here again sent shivers down her spine and gave her some very painful memories. BUT she knew that she had to get it done at some point. And she was also sure that now she had been spored it would mean even more poking and prodding.

Looking at Christine Cassie couldn't help remember what had happened in her quarters that nice.

"God she looks so beautiful." she thought and then ended up blushing.

Trying to hide it, she slipped of her boots and lay back on the bed while still keeping a sly eye on Christine.

[nurse_cchapel]

Finishing up Creed's physical, Christine found herself again standing in the middle of Sickbay, wondering what she was supposed to be up to next. Turns out a familiar face was next on the docket.

"Hello, you," she said affectionately, her step light as she approached Cassie's bedside. Squaring off her shoulders, she exaggerated her professionalism, knowing full well she didn't need to, least of all with this one. "What can I do for you today, Lieutenant-Commander MacArthur?"

[engine_girl]

Cassie giggled. "Oh there are so many ways that I could answer that." She said with a wink, "But as I am in the middle of sickbay I am looking to get a physical. I have managed to miss it and I am worried that if I don't get one soon I will be taken off duty."

[nurse_cchapel]

Well, damn, there came that blush again, creeping up when Christine should've not been acting like a teenager.

"Mmm, yes, some people are such sticklers when it comes to silly rules like that." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and laughed a little to herself. What she really wanted to do was bury her head in the floor, like some demented space ostrich. "Anyone in particular you would like to request to perform your physical?"

[engine_girl]

"Would it make it easier for you if I asked Dr McCoy to do it for me? " she said, "Having been spored he will probably want to see me anyway."

[nurse_cchapel]

"If you've been spored, he probably wants to ignore you so he can forget the event entirely," Christine said, laughing a little. "But that might be a moot point."

Tucking her hair behind her ear - which was no doubt as furiously red as the rest of her felt - she continued, almost shyly, "So, how've you been?"

[engine_girl]

"Hey I really don't mind at all. I am quite happy not to have to think about half the things I said to him and the thoughts that I had. So CMO avoidance is really fine by me. BUT I do need the damned physical before somebody, meaning The Chief, Cap or CO find out."

Cassie smiled at her and said, "I'm getting better. Still a bit sore now and then. But nothing I can't handle."

Then she added, "Thanks for everything that you did for me. I really appreciate it."

[nurse_cchapel]

And now she was playing a piece of hair at the back of her neck that had seemingly escape from her ponytail. What ever happened to acting casual? Or her age?

"Not a problem, Cassie, anyone would do the same, really…" So maybe not. But modesty had it's virtues. Heck, modesty was a virtue, wasn't it? "I don't know what Doctor McCoy is up to at the moment, but if you wanted to get your physical over with now, I'm sure we could arrange something for you."

[engine_girl]

Cassie put out her hand and gave Christines arm a gentle squeeze. "Thats fine by me."

[nurse_cchapel]

Contact. Contact was good and bad and confusing. With a smile, Christine used the pretence of readjusting her grip on her PADD to pull her arm away from Cassie.

"Okay," she said. "Just give me a moment and I'll go fetch him."

Christine was halfway to the CMO's office when she realized she'd forgotten to leave scrubs. She backtracked to the appropriate cupboard, tossed the shirt and pants to Cassie and, tugging the privacy curtain shut, instructed, "Change. I'll be right back."

[engine_girl]

Cassie looked at them with the wide eyed horror of recognition. She was filled with an urge to run for the hills.

Instead she thought, "This is just a physical nothing more. I'll be fine."

When she was done she folded her uniform and put it aside then lay down on the bed and waited.

[my_god_man]

Blessedly, Leonard was the only one in Biolab 3, working on the now infamous phoretic analyzer. The situation by now was wearing them all down into lazy indifference. He and Borad worked largely in silence, and amazingly Carmichael got by on just a grunt here and there. Today the two were working with their group on a separate report for Starfleet Medical. So Leonard was able to puzzle over the mystery of the spore interaction with various hosts all by his lonesome

[nurse_cchapel]

There was nothing even remotely professional about swatting your boss across the arm for insolence, but apparently Christine can only keep up her Perfectly Professional Nurse role for so long, because that's exactly what she did.

"Don't you even think about talking to me about him," she said in a huff that hopefully Leonard could tell was not directed at him, but to the asshole he spoke of. "No, the current issue is Lieutenant-Commander MacArthur. She needs her physical performed and, since she was a victim of the spores, it'd be best if you did it."

[my_god_man]

That's what he wanted to see, some spunk back into Christine. Everyone was thoroughly chastised by the 'Sickbay Shakedown', and worn down in general. A little bit of sass was needed around here.

"Cassie, you say? Alright, I'll get on it. I'm not making much of any progress right now anyway," Leonard sighed as he scrubbed a hand over his face. But before he went, he placed a large hand gently on her small shoulder. "Hey Christine? How are ya, really? You looked a little spooked back there."

[nurse_cchapel]

"I'm fine," she said, smiling wide. What started as a motion to get out from under Leonard's hand on her shoulder wound up as a sort of sigh instead. And she hadn't done anything about the hand. "Just a bit tired, really." Christine was dismayed to find herself deflating, little by little. "And Cassie is... she's... waiting, you know."

Note to self: no more discussions of these sorts of feeling with the boss. She nodded the way, indicating the waiting patient. "Let's go? I need to fetch her file for you, anyway."