The door opens. A muzzle pokes briefly through it somewhere around shin level, then withdraws with a whine. A moment later the door opens a little farther, and this time the muzzle (and attendant dog) are nowhere to be seen; however, there's a walker, and a human in baggy grey t-shirt and shorts leaning heavily on it instead. A pale and harrowed-
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So yes, Ellen, there is a StarFleet surgeon heading in your direction. And yes. He realizes you look like crap. He even has a running list of why you might look like crap.
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"Um. Hi?"
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"Come on, let's get you to the infirmary. What did you fall afoul of?"
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"No sir. Needed to-" She glances towards the ladies' room door. "I was trying to reach the restroom. Not... shouldn't be walking."
She'll follow, though, and so will the dog, because Dogmeat will personally rip the legs off anyone who gets between him and his human. Even if they are made of metal, in which case he will attempt to rip off their legs and then attempt to gum off their legs after the dental damage is over. He's like that.
"Hundreds of rads. Maybe more." Well, it would have to be, considering... everything really. "All at once."
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Two doses, actually - he can't be entirely sure that she's been adequately decontaminated, and he's fairly sure that Olya will resurrect him and kill him again if he dies of radiation poisoning.
"Definitely shouldn't be walking." He revises, giving her a sidelong stare of 'now you're not going to be continuously stupid, right?' that many crewmembers on board the Enterprise know well.
"Now, through that door over there, call out when you're done, and we'll see about getting you to back to rights." He instructs, waving a hand at the infirmary's washroom.
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Eventually: "I think I'm set, sir."
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"Any headache? Dizziness? Have you been able to keep anything down?" The unconsciousness doesn't fit with his estimation, and it worries him. Usually rapid CNS signs do not occur except at the extreme high end of the radiation spectrum, but if she'd gotten a walloping dose like that, she shouldn't have been able to walk, let alone carry on a conversation.
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Oh, huh, there's the bruising and the stains in her elbow crease from a hell of a lot of intravenous medication. Guess somebody at the Citadel got some Rad-Away into her.
"Dizzy, yes. Head hurts... not that much, but some."
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"Most likely you will develop a rash as well, isn't going to be terribly pleasant, but try to keep from scratching at it - we don't need you tearing great big holes in yourself, do we?" He asks, somewhat rhetorically. "If you even think about getting up again in the next day or so, I will personally make sure you sleep through the next 48 hours."
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She seems to think this makes sense.
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"Wise girl. Now, I suppose we should trade names - hey you gets old after a while." He notes as he switches on the diagnostic screen over the bed. "My name's McCoy, I'm a doctor on board a starship."
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Dogmeat whimpers; for that, she opens her eyes.
"He can stay, right?"
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