[ussgeorgetown] "Physical Therapy - 101" Lt. Cmdr. Alex Henderson & Revaed
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- Date: Wed, 6 Jul 2005 11:45:10 EDT
"Physical Therapy - 101"
Lt. Cmdr. Alex Henderson & Revaed
Although he'd originally come aboard to bring Captain Hale the message from
ch'Thane's parent, Revaed also made himself otherwise useful, too. True, he
would forever be keeping watch over his nephew and his family, but to do
nothing after all those years of training and being a member of the Imperial
Guard was unfathomable for him. So, if one of the crew worked up the nerve to
actually ask him, he would oblige by helping with a training session in the
gym. They usually ended up limping away but they always thanked him. He had
been told, more than once, that he was an excellent teacher, even if
Elishvrachen told him certain crew thought he was a bit of a hard taskmaster.
Now, he was, waiting on another crew person. Dr. Michaels, for whom he had
a great deal of respect, had asked him to work with a woman who needed help
with learning to use an artificial leg.
Back in her quarters Alex saw the flashing light indicating a message was
waiting. She walked over to the comm and played the message. Something about
meeting someone in the gym for rehab on her leg. Michaels already gave her
exercises to do, what and who the hell was she supposed to do now....
Changing into some workout clothes, Alex made her way to the gym, to find
out who this person was and what they wanted her for. After all she had been
doing her PT as ordered. What more did they want from her.
While he waited, Revaed had started some llaekh-ae'rl katas. Except for the
fact that he was wearing a sleeveless shirt, it was exactly like any workout
he might have done on ch'Rihan. He heard the door open but did not
acknowledge the newcomer until he was done with his last graceful move. With
that, he
turned to face the door. The woman was Human, maybe a bit older than Julita
but he could never truly tell with Humans.
"You are the one Dr. Michaels sent?" he asked, his dark eyes assessing her
as coldly as he would have assessed any new recruit on ch'Rihan.
Looking around Alex was praying that the Romulan was not talking to her.
However the way he was staring at her gave her the impression that she was
indeed who he was talking to.
"Yes, it would appear that I am the one sent by Dr. Michaels. Lt. Commander
Alex Lazzara-Henderson. Although I am not sure as to why I have been sent to
meet you?"
She had the distinct feeling that this was not a meeting for pleasure, but
more like a meeting for pain. She would see what he wanted and take it from
there.
"You have an artificial leg and you have trouble managing it after quite
some time," he said simply. "I trained worse injured guards than you for over
twenty years and the doctor asked me to get you into as good a shape as I
would have expected from them. So start walking then start running. Now
would
be a good time."
Just where the hell does he get off telling me to walk and then run? "I am
perfectly capable of walking and running if need be. That is not the problem.
Frankly I don't care how long you trained injured guards or what you expected
out of them. I am only here because Dr. Michaels seems to think something of
you. Now if you want my respect and vice versa, I suggest you actually take
the time to find out how this accident happened and how I ended up with this
artificial leg." You pompous asshole...
"I do not care if you respect me or you do not. It is hardly part of my
worry. And I already know how you lost the leg. I was on your previous ship.
'Friendly fire'. You should have killed the one with the gun," Revaed said
in a disgusted tone. "Hardly your fault but how you lost it has nothing to do
with why you are here."
"Frankly if I had had the opportunity I might have killed the other one, but
that is not how things are done in Starfleet. If you are so smart then why
don't you tell me why I am here?"
I think I will be having a talk with the good doctor about this
asshole.........
Revaed's mouth twisted slightly at her comments about killing the other. He
fixed her with those cold, dark eyes of his, not even blinking. "Do you
enjoy falling over on your face or on your back because you have no control
over
the limb? I should think it is rather embarrassing not to mention painful."
"Actually, (you jackass), I do have some control over my leg, and if you
were on the ship, then you know the surgery took place under not so equitable
a
situation. Now if Dr. Michaels seems to think that I need PT, then I will do
so. However I will not be treated as a second class citizen just so you can
get your jollies."
"Some?" he asked. "Are you satisfied with some?"
"No, I would prefer to have more control, but I don't need some damn Romulan
with a stick up his ass telling me how to achieve that control. Now if you
want to lose the attitude then perhaps we can work together. I am not some
child you can just boss around and belittle to make yourself feel good."
Revaed snorted in amusement, wondering if she thought that she was truly
offending him when he couldn't care less. "My attitude is hardly likely to be
lost. I've had it since I was six years old which would make your request
eighty-eight years too late. I suggest you deal with it with all of
Starfleet's
famed acceptance of diversity if you really want to have the control."
Arguing with this ass hole was going to get her no where, and she did want
the control. Never could tell when having control might come in handy. For now
she decided she would put up with his bullshit. How long she wasn't too sure
about.
Revaed waited calmly. He knew the woman was angry with him but it was no
worse than any number of guards, senators, and just plain citizens ever
thought
about him. Few were the people whose opinions truly mattered to him and
some of those were no longer among the living.
"Ok, what the hell do you want me to do?" Alex wasn't overly thrilled at the
idea of working with this jerk but perhaps it was a necessary evil.
Unfortunately it was her evil to deal with.
"Did I not say to start walking then start running when you came in?" he
asked simply.
"Fine no need to get bitchy about it." She was starting to hate this man
already. Alex started to walk around the gym avoiding eye contact with Revaed.
The least he could've done was introduce himself the arrogant bastard.
Revaed watched the woman's movements with a speculative eye, noting that she
seemed to favor the lost leg. Whether it was consciously or not, he didn't
know, but it looked as though she was definitely transferring more weight
than necessary onto the natural limb. That was natural for any species.
Walking around the gym Alex could feel Revaed's eyes boring a hole into her
back. She knew she had a slight limp but she had gotten used to it, besides
it wasn't the end of the world. She was trying to imagine what was going
through his mind as she walked around the gym. Probably thinking up ways to
tortu
re me....the least the arrogant bastard could do is attempt to be tolerable
and not condescending. First chance she got she felt like belting him one.
"Build up to a moderate run," Revaed called out. He wanted to see the
sequence of motion in the muscles. They were the same, Seren told him, in
Humans
as they were in Rihannsu or Vulcans. He knew it was not a question of nerve
damage but more likely one of muscle atrophy. He just wanted to be sure.
Alex glared at the Romulan as he "ordered" her to start running. If looks
could kill he would be dead... Alex started with a slow jog around the gym
taking her time building to the moderate run he wanted. He could just freakin'
wait until she was good and ready to run.
Humans, he mused. They are entirely too different from each other. This
woman is so different from Julita that they may as well not be the same
species. And that other one, the one Tawa is sweet on. Entirely different...
Alex started to increase her speed until she was at the moderate run
requested by the so called physical therapist or whatever the hell you wanted
to
call him. She had made it around the track several times, when her leg gave
out.
She laid there for a moment, to catch her breath. Once she had slowed her
breathing, she struggled to get back up, because she wasn't going to have that
ass hole help her, even if she was dying.
Revaed saw her fall and, while he hoped she wasn't really injured, he had no
intention of helping her up unless it was absolutely necessary. Some might
have thought it cruel and unfeeling of him but, to him, it left the injured
party more humiliated for having the help rather than falling itself. At
least, that's the way it was on ch'Rihan and how it had gone since then.
After finally managing to get up, Alex proceeded to start back with a walk
until she felt more steady. Once that was accomplished she would work up to a
run. She hated this man already, he has no compassion, no empathy....he's
just a jerk. She was determined to prove to him that she didn't need his help,
even if it killed her.
"That is enough," he called out eventually. "You may stop." He'd seen
enough to know what needed to be done. Again there was very little expression
in
his eyes as he looked at her but there never was when he thought himself at
work. "When there is injury to one half, it is natural to compensate with
the other. Physical therapy is useful but occasionally impractical. You need
to build the strength of the muscles that control the artificial limb and in
such a way that it becomes second nature. It is possible but you need to
have strength of many kinds if you want to reach your goal."
Alex walked over to Revaed not really wanting to hear anything he had to
say. However she stood and listened. She understood about building up muscle
strength and the muscles that controlled "thing," but she had no idea what he
meant by needing to have strength of many kinds in order to reach her goal.
Can't he just spit out what he is trying to say...
"Your choice, Commander. You may continue with your physical therapy alone
and eventually reach some sort of plateau or you can do this with me as well.
Not all have the strength to endure," he told her.
"I will continue with you for now. Not all humans are as weak as you
perceive them to be." Where did he get off talking like that? Not all have the
strength to endure... I'll show him
"Believe me, Commander, You have no idea what my perceptions are. Not at
all," Revaed said mildly. "I will see you at our next session."
Alex watched as the jerk walked away. She took a quick shower and headed
back to her quarter's. She couldn't wait to tell Vivie about this idiot.
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