<USS Avalon> "You Won't Feel a Thing"

 You Won't Feel a Thing 

*by Lt. Sussanna McEntire*

"Everything set?" Anna called to her small team of nurses. When she heard 
the resounding yeses, she grinned. "Okay, all medical staff are on emergency 
standby, Sick Bay is at alert and so is Secondary Sick Bay. You know, I 
think we're ready." Clapping her hands together, Anna leaned against a 
biobed and stared around.

The nurses stared back, smiling nervously. Rea Lilin started whistling 
tunelessly, gazing around, twiddling her thumbs. "You know, I think battles 
are boring."

A gasp from behind her made her turn around. One of the other nurses, 
Synthia Crag, had suddenly turned whiter than milk. "You can't say that! 
Battles are scary."

Giggling, Lilin shook her head. "You misunderstand. The battle itself is 
horrendous but it's the waiting..." she let out a deep sigh, "it's boring as 
hell."

A groan made everyone turn around to see a tall Bolian stagger into Sick 
Bay. He was limping and holding his hand tentatively against his chest. 
"Please..." he moaned. "Please help me, I think I'm dying."

Anna jumped up and guided him to a biobed. "What happened, Ensign?" She 
lifted his arm away from his body and ran her fingers over the hand very 
lightly, making him shudder and let out a tiny scream.

"T-t-t-t-turbolift... Cl-cl-cl-closed on my hand and foot. D-d-d-damn lift." 
Tears of pain streaming down his face.

"Nurse Rea, contact Mac and ask him to take a look at... which lift was it?" 
Anna said.

"I don't remember!" he said indignantly.

Her eyebrows shooting up, Anna sighed and rolled her eyes. "Okay, ask him to 
check all the turbolifts for me. We don't want this happening again." 
Turning her attention back to the Bolian, she tried to put on her best 
smile. "What's your name, Ensign?"

"Fothen Tress."

"Okay, Fothen, I'm just going to scan your hand and foot, see what kind of 
damage we're talking about. If I'm right, though, you're going to have to 
spend several hours under the sub-dermal regenerator."

"I can't! I'm in Security, Commander Sierra needs me, he relies on me. If it 
weren't for people like Lieutenant Dareth and such, I'd be the Commander's 
right hand man."

"Okay Ensign, just relax." Anna left the posturing idiot on his bed and went 
into her office to grab her tricorder. As she came out, she gestured to 
Synthia. "Get the regenerator ready, I think at least his hand's broken, if 
not his foot as well." Flipping the scanner open, she ran the probe over his 
hand and then his foot. "You have fractured five of your metacarpals and ten 
of your phalanges. On the up side, your foot is perfectly healthy."

"Brilliant," Fothen said sarcastically. "Just brilliant. So how many hours 
does that make under the knife?"

"We're not living in the dark ages, Mr Tress, we don't carve people up for 
simple fractures. Nurse Crag, could you bring the regenerator over here 
please? Set it for slow heal, we want to make sure we get all the 
fragments."

"Slow heal? What do you mean, slow heal!" Fothen tried to get off the bed 
but was pushed firmly but gently back. "I have to get back the Security."

"This will take half an hour at most and then you can be back to licking 
Sierra's arse." Anna smiled sweetly as she stood back to allow Synthia 
access. "Just lie back and relax, you won't feel a thing."

Rolling her eyes, Anna wandered into the break room and ordered a coffee. 
"Any more like him and I'm resigning my commission," she told the 
replicator.

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