Flexible Strategies [locked to rightawaydoctor]

[notaphysicst]

Since the gender swapping incident that happened almost three weeks, things had gone back to being normal. Well, as normal as things can get on the Enterprise. Nearly every away mission on a new planet got someone injured, sick or dead. It was tough having to be a bearer or bad news, but he was slowly getting adjusted to it. Not to say it didn't

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[rightawaydoctor]

There was nothing wrong with Christine. At least that was what she told herself. Surely anyone who had been through what she had would need time to recover. But Christine was the Head Nurse of Starfleet's flagship and all eyes were on her, waiting for a screwup.

She wasn't about to let that happen, so every time she had a nightmare or felt a twinge on pain that nearly set of a panic attack, she pushed it away to the furthest corner of her mind and preoccupied herself with more work. As a result, she felt the medbay had never ran so smoothly before.

When Leonard addressed her, she looked up from the biobed she was recalibrating and nodded.

"Yes, sir." Quickly, she hit a few buttons to end the process and turned to follow him into his office.

[notaphysicst]

Leonard set down the PADD and had a seat behind his desk as he waited on Christine. She didn't take long to come in, long enough for him to clear off some the medical journals he hadn't gotten around to reading.

"Don't worry, y'ain't in any trouble. Just take a seat." He told her. Studying her for a moment, Leonard took a breath. "Y'still haven't gone t'see the ship counselor, have y'Christine?"

[rightawaydoctor]

Christine sat across from him at the desk and rested her hands in her lap. Normally she would have smiled when he said she wasn't in trouble, but the last few weeks had seemingly sucked out her sense of humor.

At his comment, she tried to keep her face neutral, though she was swearing in her head.

"We had one session, and she deemed me fit for duty." The counselor had also suggested Christine come in on a regular basis voluntarily, but Christine had skirted around the suggestion and hadn't seen her since.

"Is there a problem?"

[notaphysicst]

Leonard leaned forward on the desk a little, looking like he was actually listening to what she was telling him. When she finished, he nodded. "Yeah, I remember getting the message about it. Now, I'm not going to say this as your superior officer, Christine, but off the record and as a friend."

He pushed himself back lightly to lean back a little bit. "Ever since...the incident, it's changed y'drastically. Usually y'd be the first t'make the patients smile and feel better, and now you're gettin' t'have a bedside manner that's as bad as they say mine is." Leonard couldn't help how he treated patients for the most part. "Its worryin' me, Christine. I know what y'went through was hard, but lettin' it just linger in y'r mind isn't gonna fix it."

After all, look at what had happened to him, letting the divorce fester in his mind. Broken bottles and cut hands and scarred up friendships.