<USS Banshee> "EMHs and Vulcans Oh My!"

  • From: EnsnSaraCrusher@xxxxxxx
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  • Date: Wed, 6 Oct 2004 20:55:23 EDT

"EMHs and Vulcans Oh My!"
By: Lt. Commander. Sara Kaelyre 
Sometimes there are things that doctors just have to do no matter how much  
they dislike doing them, setting the broken bone of a small child, giving  
someone bad news, trying to get star ship captain’s to come down for their  
physicals. This was definitely one of those times for Sara. She had decided to  
ahead with her project as if she already had permission to use the Borg  
nanoprobes, which meant she needed to began monitoring the test subject. 
“My aunt would kill me if she knew what I was about to do.” Sara said aloud 
as she stood near her research table. After taking a long, slow, deep, breath 
 she called out. “Computer, activate EMH program.”
The image of the odd looking blond EMH appeared in the middle of the room  
and Sara had to stop herself from shuddering. She looked at the hologram for a  
moment and wondered if they were trying to make each new model weirder looking 
 then the last.  
“Please state the nature of the medial emergency.” It stated as it looked  
at her. 
Sara handed the EMH a tri-corder. “It isn’t an emergency. I need you to run 
a level one scan on me.” 
The EMH looked her up and down. “I am an emergency program. Don’t you have  
some other organic doctor that can scan you. You are the chief medical officer.
‘They’re also becoming more snotty.’ Sara thought as she rolled her eyes. 
I have plenty of organic doctors, but your the one I’ve picked to aid me in  
After taking the offered tri-corder the EMH looked around the room and  
raised a perfectly programmed eye brow. “You are working on a medical 
project involving Borg nanoprobes, humanoid cellular structures down to the 
DNA, and your using yourself as a test subject.”
Sara blinked. He was quicker then she had expected. “And your going to be  
the one to help me with the pre-test scans.” 
The EMH shook his head. “This is medically and morally unacceptable.”
Again the EMH’s response surprised Sara. When did they start programming  
them with moral compasses? The Mark Ones she had worked with at the academy had 
done what they were told, but then again they all ended up working in some 
mine  somewhere. Sara blamed the new attributes on Voyager's EMH. 
“I don’t care what you think. You were given an order now scan.” 
The EMH looked offended but did as he was told. Once he was finished Sara  
didn’t waste any time turning him off. She downloaded the scans into an  
encrypted file and then headed out of sick bay. She’d have the EMH do level 
twice a day and start running simulations first thing in the morning, but for  
now she was hoping she’d make it home before one a.m. The doors to sick bay  
hissed open and she was just about to walk out them when her head Beta shift  
doctor stopped her. 
“Excuse me, Doctor Kaelyre. These came down from the Commander’s office at  
the end of Alpha. Nurse Bartlett said to make sure you got them before you  
Sara turned around and offered a tired smile to the Vulcan who held out a  
padd to her. “Thank you Doctor Sevridk.” Sara looked over the padd quickly, 
already aware that it was the approved shift rotation for next week, but after  
reading it she looked up oddly. 
“Is there something wrong with the roster rotation, Doctor.” Sevridk asked  
in his cold Vulcan voice. 
Looking down at the padd again Sara just shook her head. “It’s nothing  
Doctor. I guess the Commander feels I’ve over looked giving myself some time 
for far to long.” 
The Vulcan nodded. “You do seem to over work yourself, Doctor. It is not a  
habit without it’s consequences.”
First snotty EMH’s and now advice giving Vulcans, it was way past time to  
get out of sick bay for the night. “Well looks like I’ll have a chance to 
 those consequences, Doctor. Have a good evening.” 
The Vulcan doctor merely nodded and then walked away. Sara took a deep  
breath and looked up at the ceiling as if all the answers of the universe were  
there. She then took the padd in her hand to her office and uploaded it to  
sick bay’s terminal system so that everyone on her staff would have the next  
week’s rotation and then once again headed home. 

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