<USS Avalon> A Good Time to Carry a Hypo

**(Note, this log takes place before "A Bump in the Night") 




“A Good Time to
Carry a Hypo” 



By T’Leara and
Adrian Jackson Phillips 



 



 T'Leara's green-gold eyes narrowed as she
exited her quarters, clutching her hand close to her body as she wound the ace
bandage somewhat haphazardly around and around it. She was going to be late
for her shift if she didn't hurry.  So focused was she on her injury, she
failed to see the Marine in front of her until she'd very nearly run him over. 



 



"Whoa there missy, gotta make
sure you look around where your headed." Adrian said he steadied the vulcan 
calmly. He
had paused when he saw her approaching him without even looking up and had
chuckled inwardly. Fresh ones onboard are always antzy, he was then as
well, after all. 



 



The statuesque
young vulcan looked at him calmly. "My apologies, sir. My attention
was..." she sighed inwardly as she took measure of her somewhat mangled
hand, finishly lamely, "elsewhere."



 



The mention of ‘elsewhere’ might
have meant daydreaming for anyone else, but Adrian knew Vulcans didn't 
daydream. That is
unless of course they were doing that mating thing... "Lets take a look at
that hand shall we?" He motioned for her arm calmly, having no idea where
on this ship the young woman could have gotten her hand cut. Though he could
guess. 



 



T'Leara
reluctantly unwrapped the hand again,=2
0accepting that there was simply no way to
make her shift in a timely manner now. She held it out to the Marine. Dual
lines of odd puncture marks went clean through the hand from both the top and
the bottom and it was already swelling painfully.



 



"Huh, and how in the world
did you get something like that." Adrian
commented curiously as he looked over the hand, being careful not to touch it.
"Looks like you got bit real good, is it hurtin'? Be honest now." He
said again after a few moments, his curiousity finally peaked. 



 



"George was
impatient." she answered before admitting, "it is somewhat
uncomfortable."



 



His brow furrowed for a moment as
he tried to comprehend who exactly George was, a bat or something crazy like
that maybe? "Well alright then, you need to head over medical and go see
Doc Mahler, he'll take care of ya." 



 



Out of one of his belt pouches Adrian pulled out a
hypospray. "In the meantime however," he said with a small grin.
"This should help a bit with the pain, and hopefully you can get George a
little better under control." 



 



"Thank you,
sir. I am meant to be on shift at the moment, but will visit the Doctor
promptly afterward. As to George," she considered that situation carefully
before concluding, "I think perhaps it is unwise to keep plants waiting
too long before attending to their needs. I shall have to be more diligent to
my duties in the future."








The hypospray wavered over the
hand for a moment at the word 'plants,' and then it fired off its painkiller
with a soft hiss. "You need to go to medical now, I'll let your shift head
aware of the situation." He smiled, though his confusion was still
evident. "George... is... a plant?" 



 



T'Leara nodded
slightly. "Indeed, sir. A Venus Fly trap...of sorts." 



 



"Of sorts?" his mind
thought back to his time during the dominion war and all of the strange stuff
they had to battle on top of, and sometimes in conjunction with, the dominion.
"You’re in science, aren't you." He said, more factual in tone rather
then in question. 



 



"Yes,
sir." Almost as an afterthought, she added, "Lt Junior Grade T'Leara
,sir."



 



The hypospray found its way back
into its belt pouch as he nodded. "A pleasure to meet you Lt.  Adrian Phillips, 
Marine Captain." 



 



"I am
pleased to make your acquaintance, sir. Thank you for your assistance." 



 



“As am I, and welcome aboard to
Avalon." Adrian
replied courteously, always remembering how formal things seemed with Vulcans,
regardless of the situation. "But you have a date with Doc Mahler to get
that hand taken care of. I'll let science know about your situation when I pass
by." He said reassuringly, knowing that would still be on the front of the
young woman's mind. 



 



She nodded
reluctantly. She would much prefer to be 
reporting to her station. Still, she
could not deny the logic of his directive.  "Of course, sir. I shall
see to it at once. Thank you, sir."



 



It finally broke him, probably
cause of the banter of it, though it cooled it a bit in his response.
"Your welcome, and don't worry so much with the formalities with me, save
it for folks who really want to feel high and mighty." Adrian said cheerfully 
as he strolled down
the hall. "On the field the enemy doesn't differentiate after all and I'm
not one to worry so much about rank and all that. I'm a marine after all."




 



"Understood,
si.." she caught herself quickly and amended her response.
"Understood." 



 

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