The Dangers of a Workout

Posted on 20 Oct 2012 @ 4:19pm by Lieutenant Commander Pola Ni Dhuinn M.D. & Lieutenant Theron Rhodes

2,644 words; about a 13 minute read

Mission: Episode 02 - Resupply
Location: USS Galileo: Gym
Timeline: MD04 0800 hours

ON:

Hiking her gym bag higher on her shoulder, Pola figured she's been putting this off for two long now. Between all of her duties, she just hadn't been able to get in time to exercise and get some proper training in with her foot in order to start rebuilding the strength. She would have much preferred to dance through it, but the holodecks were out of order and that only left the gym.

(Gym)

Theron had finished a full day of tedious sensor readings and staying on top of weapon system repairs and capacity. It was time for a little physical exersion to relieve the tense muscles. He felt like a run today. So, after a relaxing stretch he set the treadmill set into the deck as a slow pace, and set the wall screen in front and to the side of him to a autumn park path setting.

Finally managing to locate the area, Pola hesitated for a moment before stepping into the gym area. Looking around, she realised that the place seemed very empty, she hesitated a guess that everyone must have been helping with the repairs or taking advantage of shore leave to get some downtime away from here. Noticing a lone person working on one of the machines, she realised from a distance that it was Ensign Rhodes, they'd worked together the time Amril had been found. Biting her life, she figured at the pace he was working at, she'd give him some space, heading off in the direction of the weights, wanting to do upper body exercises before tackling the ankle.

Theron began his jog. He very much enjoyed how the run/jog device gave the gammit of sensory input. There were heated/cooled vents to give burst of air at different times that corrdinated with the rustling of leave on the screen and speakers with the sound. It provided much of the atmosphere, but nothing like a holo-deck.

About 12 kilometers into his run, with a downward slope he increased his speed. Theron was distracted by a few officers and looked their direction. The right shoe caught the back of the calf of his left leg and down on the deck he went. The treadmill with safety guards shut down, but not fast enough before sending the security officer flying back into some containers and equipement, which were cast about.

Having had her attention drawn by a commotion in the corner, Pola looked up ontime to see Rhodes practically take flight. Wincing as she realised his collision with equipemnt looked very painful, she got to her feet and made her way over. "Theron? You ok?"

As Theron rolled over onto his back from a crumpled position, things about him seemed to spin and be a bit blurry. Some intense pain was coming from his shins and right shoulder. Looking up, all he could make out was several silloetted figures. "Keskoff. What a ride." he mumbled.

Moving down onto her hunkers, Pola looked across at one of the other crewmembers. "Someone grab me an emergency medical kit." turning her attention back to Theron, she did a visual check of his condition. "Theron...do you know who I am?"

His vision had cleared a bit and looked around again. He realized instantly, now, what had happened and felt very foolish, but knew he needed to change the focus or this would be bad for him socially. Looking up Theron smiled and said, "Mom? Mom, is it you?"

Laughing, Pola took the emergency kit she'd been handed and rooted through it for a tricorder as she listened to Theron's speech, ensuring it wasn't slurred in anyway. "Do I look old enough to be your Mother?"

Theron replied softly, 'Hey now. You are ruining the effect." He began to lean his head forward, when a screaming pain went through this skull. Theron moaned loudly, closing his eyes tightly, and leaned back slowly.

"Theron...are you allergic to anything?" Pola hadn't a PADD to hand so could risk administrating anything despite the obvious pain her tricorder recorded him to be in. Grabbing her own gym bag, she carefully raised his head and placed it under, taking care that the movement didn't cause more pain.

"No." Theron said through squinted eyes. "Someone take the spike out of my head, would you?"

Reaching back into the medical kit, Pola found a vial of 5cc's of bicaridine which she loaded into the hypospray before applying it against Theron's neck. "This should take the edge off of the pain until we can get you checked over and then transported to sickbay."

Theron felt a little better. "maybe I should just lay here for a while." he looked up at the faces looking down at him. "So, did anyone get the number of that transport that just side-swiped me?" he asked in jest. He was still looking to get some humour from the group instead of them looking at him like a fool.

"Hum...if we look close enough, we might manage to find a serial number." Looking around, Pola indicated for the gathered people to go about their own business and allow her and the patient some room. "So...aside from your head, anywhere else hurting?"

A more serious look came over Rhode's face as he pondered his pains, "I have a stinging just below both knees and and a similar pain on the outside of my right shoulder." He then reached over to his right shoulder and then looked at his left hand smeared, but not dripping in blood.

Moving her tricorder to the aforementioned areas, Pola smiled gently. "Looks like you've just got some grazes. We should be able to patch you up and get you back running in no time. Do you feel able for a walk to sickbay?"

Rhodes replied, "With this crowd," he looked both ways and added, "I really need to." He then tried to sit up again. There was some discomfort in his head, but he could manage down the passageway. Looking at Lt. Pola, all right, let us give it a try."

Leaning down, Pola helped support Theron on the undamaged left side, keeping an arm behind his back so as he had sufficient support before aiding him from the area. "Do you always worry about what others think of you? It could have happened to anyone you know."

Theron did not respond until he was up mostly on his feet, "It is, well . . . something I have been around my life. I have learned to have some of it not effect me, especially when my responsibility demands quick response." He stopped talking to see who might be listening. Looking at Pola he smiled at her delicate face and smiled seeing her smile as for the first time. "You are very kind."

Watching their steps to make sure that Theron was managing it easily, Pola glanced up and smiled wider. "I'll let you in on a secret..I'm a clutz. How do you think I managed to hurt my ankle dancing....Just don't tell anyone. Can you imagine people allowing me to be their Doctor if they realised I injury myself easily."

"I can see your point." Theron responded.

Sickbay

Going quiet, Pola concentrated on acting as a crutch to Theron as she aided him in getting to the sickbay. Entering the doors, she lead him across to a biobed before easing him down.

As Theron lay back on the biobed and relaxed, it seemed like all the pain sensors came back to life. "Ooowww!" he exclaimed. "I guess I did not realized how much my knees hurt unitl just now."

Moving over to a selection of hyposprays, Pola inserted a cartage of bicaridine, adjusting the settings so as only 10cc's would be administered. "That should help with the pain abit more. Can you describe the pain your feeling?"

"Well," he began, looking around the ceiling as he thought, "the pain threshold has been reduced now, and it's mostly a stinging on my knees and there is a throbbing in my right shoulder."

Activating the bio bed, Pola started the regular scans, trying to get a more broader image of what was happening. As the scans appeared, she smiled gently. "Looks like you've just some grazes and bumps, we can fix you up very easily."

"That is good to hear." Rhodes replied, but then a more serious look of concentration came over his face. "Doc?"

Looking up sharply at Rhode's prompt, Pola had a sudden surge of panic that something had gone wrong which she had missed. "Theron? What's wrong?"

"If that 'star jump' could scramble and knock out all of the electronics on the ship, . . . What do you think it could have done to our electroc-chemical systems of our body?"

Relaxing her body, Pola let out a sigh of relief. Grabbing a nearby dermal regenerator, she started to move up Theron's trouser legs in order to start repairing his knees. "In all honestly...it's completely unknown. The Hardaway's focused their attention on the actual technology and making it work, as they are sciences of the none medical field, the effects to humanoids was never really touched upon. I don't think it was ever foreseen that the equipment would be used so soon."

As Pola continued, Theron asked, "The computer has a genetic signature and bioscans on record for each crewman, right?

As she had started to repair the skin on Theron's knees, Pola kept for concentration on the task at hand as she nodded her head, indicating his query was a correct assumption.

Theron continued, "Would it be out of line to have some routine scans done on the crew and then compare new to old scan data to see if there is any differentiation?" Theron realized just how passionate he had become about the possible situation.

At Theron's question, Pola deactivated the regen in her hand and looked up at the man in concern. "Well...I guess that would certainly be an idea, but I'd rather it be run by Commander Holiday first. That would require extensive resources in order to get it completed."

Theron took a deep breath and said, "I'm just concerned for the crewmembers. I do not know if anything will be found, but I would certainly like to know if it had effected me." He let that comment hang in the air and finally said, "I would be willing to be first to be tested. I am sure we could find a couple more volunteers before we would have to check the whole crew."

Feeling a little angry at how Theron kept pushing the matter, Pola rechecked the damage to the knees to ensure it was healed before indicated for him to removed his jacket so as she could check his shoulder. "As I've already stated, I will run it by Commander Holiday. If there was an issue, the symptons would have started to manifest themselves at this point, noone has presented themselves to me to say they aren't feeling well or have noticed something which doesn't seem right."

It seemed quite obvious to Theron that Pola did not want to speak further about his fears of any unknown side effects. So, he said, "My knees feel better."

As she helped Theron to removed his jacket and under shirt, Pola located the source of the bleeding just under the officer's shoulder. Moving, she started to repair the torn skin as she focused on the job at hand. "How are you feeling in general now?"

It had been quite painful as his clothing had been removed, but his high tollerance for pain came in handy. Sitting on the biobed he looked down at his chest Theron said, "Wow, that is a mess. Yes, it does feel better."

Moving away from Theron after a moment, Pola was satisfied that she'd managed to treat the damage. Because is was all surface, and just to the outer layer of skin, she was able to repair it all in no time at all. "Want to try getting back to your feet and seeing how you get on?"

"All right." Theron replied and slowly slide off, his feet hitting the deck. He took in a breath and rocked his head side to side, making his neck pop. He looked down again at his chest and bent his knees slightly a couple times. Then looking at Pola, "Everything seems to be working fine." Smiling he said, "Thank you."

Wincing slightly at the popping of bones, Pola smiled slightly with a twinkle in her eye. "You know that they used to say if you keep doing that you'd get arthritis. I can give you the medical run down on what percisely cracking bones does if you like."

"No. That is fine." Theron said then lifted his eyebrows. "Forgive me, but sometimes the ladies kind of like it when do that."

Wincing, Pola shook her head. "Maybe it's because I know what is actually happening when you pop bones, but I have never been able to stand it. Ill stick to enjoying watching as a man flexes his muscles."

"So . . . " Theron began and looking at Pola with a curious smile, " . . are we done here?" Theron asked.

Rechecking the scans on her tricorder, Pola nodded her head. "Your all done. Just try to be more careful next time and there's a replicator over there..." The Doctor indicated the direction in question, "...if you'd like to replicate a shirt before leaving. Your top is ripped in a number of places so is virtually useless now."

"Well . . " Theron paused for a moment thinking, then jested, "I guess that all depends on if I want the female crewmembers to see my abused and half naked muscular body ?" He then flexes chest and arm muscles. "Ouch! That still hurts a little."

Picking up her tricorder, Pola ran the scanner around the indicated muscle. "It's just a little strain and the skin is still tender from the regenerator. Give it a few hours and you should feel that the pain lessen if not disappear altogether." Smiling the Doctor looked up, "On a scale from 1 to 10, 10 being extreme pain, how does it feel?"

Theron shook his head slightly thinking that she is always asking the same question. "All right." he begins to say as he walks over to the replicator, "I would guess it is a 3." Turning to the wall unit. "Computer, Starfleet uniform shirt, size extra large with an ensign pip on the collar." He turned to Pola, "Better?"

Studying the readings of the tricorder, Pola turned to a nearby tray of medications. "Hum...is what better?" Looking up she realised he held a set of new clothes, leading her to smile. "I'm sure the females of the ship will most appreciate the gesture." Smiling further, she selected one of the hyposprays.

Theron slipped on the tunic then said with a more serious tone, "Thank you for all your help."

Smiling gently, Pola diverted her eyes as she allowed Theron even a slight bit of privacy. The thought suddenly occurred to her that she handled a shirtless Theron much better then she had had Cyrus...but given the fool she made of herself, that didn't even bare talking about.

Ens. Rhodes smiled and added, "Well, I better go get really cleaned up. There is an assembly in under an hour from now."

Blanching slightly white, Pola realised how late it had gotten. "The joys of dress uniform. Remember, take it easy and let me know if you start feeling more pain of such." Moving away herself, Pola waited for Rhodes so as to walk as far as the door before they would go their own separate ways.


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Lieutenant JG Pola Ni Dhuinn
Chief Medical Officer
USS Galileo

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Ens. Theron Rhodes
Security/Tactical
USS Galileo

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