If you need a nurse, Rex is your man. Although he's feeling more and more resentful of being relegated to infirmary duty every time there's a crisis going on, so his bedside manner may be even more prickly than usual today. He's taking to his job with all the enthusiasm of a teenager working at a convenience store.
/eats your cr :xdoesnttrusttechNovember 8 2011, 01:38:47 UTC
Bones, being a prickly bastard himself despite actually loving his job and not totally hating working in the infirmary (he still wanted his sickbay where the only person he really had to answer to was Jim or maybe Spock), didn't actually seem to care about Rex's sulky attitude, and entered the infirmary without actually commenting on it.
YOU ARE THE CR GOBLINstopthat_destroNovember 8 2011, 01:47:12 UTC
Rex glanced up from the supplies he was putting away. "Dr. McCoy." Any strangeness he might have felt over McCoy's reappearance-- complete with Barge amnesia, of course-- had passed by now. He simply separated this man from the one he'd known, considered them different people. A fresh start. "It looks like the injured and dead have begun trickling out."
only a little :cdoesnttrusttechNovember 8 2011, 03:12:03 UTC
Which was one of the reasons McCoy didn't actually mind talking to Rex. People being weird about him being here before just made him more abrasive than he usually was, largely because he wasn't sure how he was supposed to handle the knowledge that apparently he'd lived a whole other life here before, and he couldn't remember any of it.
"Good. Assuming they got cleared, anyway. I'm not really looking forward to hunting down a bunch of idiots with torn stitches who wanna pretend they're fine."
Hey, he appreciates your honesty. ... But yeah, you make his bedside manner look cuddly and fluffy in comparison.
"You say that until they come back in with a staff infection bitching about how they didn't realize oozing something green was a bad thing until they passed out in the shower."
"Yes, but that's hardly the same as all of..." He makes a sweeping motion with his hand. "This. I was in a lab, devising solutions to... limitations in others." Of course, he was applying these solutions to dastardly ends, but hey. He was still fulfilling the... basic functions of biomedical engineering.
... Yeah, people like you cause problems Starfleet then needs to go pick up after. Keep it vague with McCoy or he'll side eye you more, paranoid freak that he is.
"Well, for example, with neural engineering--" Which is something of a specialty of his. "--you can create an implant to bridge damaged nerve connections, aiding in the recovery from strokes and other injuries."
"It's 2019, 2020," he shrugged. It was difficult to say, really, since he'd spent so much time in prison between his first arrival to the Barge and his second.
The Doctor looked over at Rex from where he was working, noting the sour look but not wanting to press it much. Instead, he waited for a lull in the activity.
"I'm about to make a quick dash to my cabin for my kettle. Would you like me to bring you some tea or something else?"
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"Dr. Lewis."
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"Good. Assuming they got cleared, anyway. I'm not really looking forward to hunting down a bunch of idiots with torn stitches who wanna pretend they're fine."
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"You say that until they come back in with a staff infection bitching about how they didn't realize oozing something green was a bad thing until they passed out in the shower."
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"Sounds interesting. What kind of limitations?"
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"I'm about to make a quick dash to my cabin for my kettle. Would you like me to bring you some tea or something else?"
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