Stick and Stones...

Posted on 29 Jun 2013 @ 9:40pm by Petty Officer 2nd Class Jeroen Adlar & EMH Mark X-C "Shirley"

784 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: Episode 03 - Frontier
Location: USS Galileo, Sickbay
Timeline: MD 05 - 1900 hrs

Jeroen Adlar frowned as he walked into sickbay. He had been forced to tell Gabriel off for trying to lead him here. He was fine to walk, his arm just hurt. In the makeshift sling, it only throbbed steadily rather than the searing pain. His trousers were smudged with the glowing green algae from the cave. But at least he was here and at least his arm just felt like an old fashioned break.

In other words, nothing much. He frowned as he looked around, seeing how busy everyone was. Even the nurses, which didn't help. He looked around before sighing, reluctantly. "Computer...activate EMH."

With a fizzle and a hum, the main computer brought the holographic projectors online, and after a moment, the increasingly familiar outline of the EMH appeared, before the rest of his detail formed. Looking towards the one who had summoned him, the hologram began with it's somewhat traditional greeting.


"Please state the nature of the medical emergency."

"Bad arm," Jeroen said as he looked at the hologram. "But not bad enough to warrant disturbing anyone."

"Well....at least my program can be useful for things that don't warrant...disturbing anyone." The EMH mentioned, almost offended that it's program had been deemed a last resort.

Picking up a tricorder, the hologram's tacticle subroutines quickly removed the sensor probe and began passing it over the organic's damaged area. Their fragile systems were thankfully, the reason for the EMH's holomatrix to even exist. The program made a note to be thankful for small miracles.

"How did this happen exactly? I assume from the state of your attire that it did not happen aboard this vessel? Unless of course the Galileo has been retrofitted to a floating garden and nobody thought to mention it to the hologram in Sickbay?"

"I fell," Jeroen said and smiled weakly, watching the hologram for a moment. "Down planet. Landed a bit badly in my old age."

The hologram's ocular subroutines confirmed that the reading being displayed on the tricorder matched the patient's description of the incident. With a wry smile, the EMH returned the tricorder to the equipment bench.

"Well Petty Officer, that little fall has given you a hairline fracture in your lower arm. Thankfully your vessel is equipped with a state of the art hologram who just so happens to be well versed in repairing such injuries."

Reaching again for the instrument tray, the EMH this time picked up the osteostimulator, having already targetted it's surgical subroutines to repair the necessary damage. The small, flat circular device quickly whirred into life and went to work repairing the weakened bone.

"There....that should be sufficient. If you would like I can administer a light sedative and analgesic - your limb is likely to be a little tender for approximately 24 hours."

He smiled gently, watching him for a long moment. "I...am okay. I know it might be silly, but sometimes, physical discomfort reminds you that you are alive. Call it a weird human thing."

"That is about all I can call it. I'm a hologram, not an organic. Feelings simply do not exist within my program. I am designed to make effective repairs to your tissues without being emotionally attached. Some call it a weakness, I see it as a clear clinical advantage."

The EMH said with only the slightest of concern, picking up the tricorder to check that the work he had done was of sufficient quality to meet the parameters embedded within it's program.

"You are fit to return to duty. However if your symptoms do not subisde after 24 hours I suggest you return to seek further medical attention."

"Thank you," Jeroen nodded, his eyes on him for a long moment. "I'll seek you out if I have any discomforts that are unexpected." The words from the hologram had been oddly helpful. Not being emotionally attached.

"That is indeed what my program is here for. Just...don't forget to turn me off when you are done here. Otherwise I end up wasting valuable time on the holoemitters simply because one organic forgot to shut me down."

The hologram replied, the job it had been assigned to was now complete, and without further direction it was simply a waste of the ship's energy resources for it to remain online.

"Of course...and thank you, Doctor," Jeroen said...wanting to thank the EMH as well. "Computer, turn off EMH."

With something that almost resembled an appreciate smile, the hologram dissolved back into nothingness, ready for the next organic to call upon it's program.

[OFF]


EMH Mk-X
Emergency Medical Hologram
USS Galileo
pNPC John Holliday

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Petty Officer 2nd Class Jeroen Adlar
Bioengineer
USS Galileo
pNPC Aria Rice

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