Sitting in his office, Bones looked down at the psychiatric journal he was reading. He'd been looking at it so long his eyes began crossing, the words swimming across his face. Yeah, he was certified in Space Psychology, anyone who planned on being a Chief Medical Officer had to - but it wasn't where his passion lay, and lately he'd been wondering
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Perhaps I should include in my questioning - how are you>/I> progressing, Captain? Do you require any pain medication?
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If you change your mind, let me know as well. I think I've got something that would help you yet not disturb the bond you have between you and your partner.
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And... You should talk to Jim's dad or your grandma about Christmas. Don't plan on seeing too much of Jim or me around that time.
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Mmmmmm. Then I'll sign on for a turn at the science station, free up shifts for folks who're celebrating.
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Good to hear from you. Hope everything is going well on that flagship of yours.
I've heard the stories. Hell of a thing. They're all true then, hm? Hell of a thing.
I've pulled some strings with Starfleet Medical, managed to find you someone. There's a supply ship headed your way - the USS Ballard. She'll be on board. I'm attaching her profile - great reputation. Focus is more on rehabilitating criminals than general therapy, but she's got the training. Should be fine.
Maddy's fine, fine. Says she's happy to bake for you anytime you drop by. Says I have to watch my cholesterol and pies are off the list. Probably right.
Good luck out there, Doctor. I know it's rough, but you'll get through. You need anything else, just say the word.
Admiral Petrovich
Starfleet Medical
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