Sickbay -- Day 45 (evening) -- Open

[physicalstimuli]

This wasn't Saval's usual shift, but he didn't particularly mind. He'd otherwise just have spent the night reading and playing chess with himself, and it was an interesting change of pace, working with people he didn't ordinarily work with

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[green_psyd]

And David was that patient. He moved slowly as he sought out a doctor. His eyes were bleary and underneath them were rusty stains of fatigue. Thankfully he spied someone he recognized, the Vulcan man he met on Epsilon before he boarded the Enterprise. What was his name...oh yeah.

"Saval," he said, straightening his suit. He held up the customary Vulcan greeting as he approached him. He was, admittedly, a little loopy in his tiredness. "Wow, hey. How've you been?" A beat. "Oh, and I think I hurt my hand a little."

[physicalstimuli]

Saval looked up from his PADD at the hiss of the door opening, taking in David's appearance and all the relevant, immediately-evident details. "Dr. Tinny." The injury did not go unnoticed. Saval always found hand injuries particularly unpleasant to think of, as a Vulcan and as a surgeon.

"Sit down," he said, foregoing a greeting in favor of indicating a bed and gathering supplies. Saval was an unusually sociable Vulcan, but not when there was work to be done. He'd answer the question once David's hand was fixed up.

"How did the injury occur? And have you already medicated yourself for the pain?" Saval was only vaguely familiar with the concept of fatigue making people less coherent.

[green_psyd]

David was intensely happy to sit down. He spent a good 20 seconds sighing and taking in the sensation of not having to walk before opening his eyes, recalling the questions that Saval had asked, and blinking before answering.

"I...punched a wall. A couple of times," David said. He was in contrast to his normal put together self, he would admit that later. "I-uh-I don't have the pain medication I need in my quarters. Apparently the emergency medical kits don't cater to those of us with copper based blood. Am I right? Hear a green blooded brother out, right?" David said holding his uninjured right hand up for a high five. Then, sheepishly, he shook his head. "Um. I mean, no. No medication." Small smile.

[physicalstimuli]

Saval left the high-five hanging, not having the faintest idea what to do with it. He was familiar with the limitations of the medkits, though he'd been fortunate enough never to need one himself. Here, the necessary medication was located in an out-of-the-way drawer across the room, but at least there was enough of it to tend to the small percentage of the crew that the Vulcans and Orions comprised. It made sense, but nonetheless--it was galling sometimes to work in a medical facility where he had to get on his knees and unlock a cabinet just for a basic painkiller

[transwarp_beam]

It was one of those unfortunate facts of life that the engineering staff tended to spend a disproportionate amount of time in medbay. It was unavoidable, really, when your job involved working with extremely sharp and/or highly flammable objects. He would have sworn he knew all the medical staff - by sight if not by name. As such he was a little taken aback to see a doctor he didn't recognise on duty.

With a mental shrug he headed over. He was holding one of the field dressings they'd taken to keeping around the workshops clamped firmly over his left forearm; blood was seeping through the cloth. "Evenin', doc," he said, "Y'got a few minutes?"