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Episode 02: Cosmic Imperative / Re: PRO: S [D01 | 1130] Back to reality
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Violet eyes narrowed with a frown at both of them; given how the morning had turned out thus far, Arven couldn’t help but be skeptical. The entire affair reminded him of a poorly written holo-drama episode – the kind where the protagonist is caught in some ludicrous, paranoia induced alternate reality. That might be a stretch. Sort yourself out, Arven grunted quietly, then introduced himself as Doctor Leux to the other redhead, who apparently was a new colleague. Wonderful.
“And I wasn’t badgering – I was scolding,” Leux corrected dryly, then shrugged after his eyes skimmed over Pax’ file. “You can do that when your patients are awake. It’s a whole thing we deal with outside of surgery,” he added sarcastically while he read, absorbing what details of her career he deemed prudent. Joined Trill, yadda yadda, USS Lawson, yadda yadda, Starbase 226, yadda yadda…Battle of Cardassia…yadda yadda...joining complications due to former host trauma, yadda yadda...he blinked as he read quickly. Here we go – critical, near fatal injuries sustained during escape from Sol. Vi-Nine had brought her back out of stasis barely 48 hours ago, which earned her a shake of Arven’s head; his instinct told him to kick her out right then and there, but the way Pax carried herself and the given fact that she was already working when she should be resting negated the impulse. Brilliant, another ginger workaholic-schizophrenic, he thought dismissively. Well, we'll see how that goes. He left the file open for later, curious to study her case files in detail. It was always good practice to know the strengths and weaknesses of one's team mates, after all, but now was hardly the time for such things.
There was Azrin to deal with – which was a far larger issue.
Arven looked up from the PADD as Pax offered the patient some water, a dark brow arched skeptically. He knew the standard post-treatment procedure included enough 2 bags of IV hydration, and could only assume Pax did as well, but shrugged and watched the exchange anyway; last time he’d seen the sleep-deprived engineer, Azrin certainly appeared dehydrated, among other things – probably due to the extremely excessive consumption of coffee. She probably doesn’t even remember what water tastes like, Arven snorted quietly, then blinked the mental image of Ryn out of his head. Despite his concern for her well-being, the engineer was also clearly deranged and the source of considerable aggravation; a problem he needed to deal with quickly before it impacted the rest of the day’s schedule more than it already had.
“Yes, yes, this is all quite amusing, Ryn,” Leux sighed at the two of them, “but I don’t have time for your delusions -”
A beep from Pax’ PADD interrupted, earning a scowl. Arven blinked in confusion. “Bollocks,” he swore under his breath, then immediately rolled his eyes as Azrin’s high-pitched, energetic tirade began. There was no mistaking that voice, nor the background noise and ruckus – it was clearly Ryn, blabbering on from somewhere in the bowels of the ship. Arven shook his head as the engineer actually started to emulate the sound of some component he’d never heard of. For several long seconds, an awkward silence reigned, then the ward was filled with the droning hum of what sounded to him like every other warp core he’d ever heard. “Yes, that’s very fascinating. Do you mind,” he gestured to Pax to turn it off.
Azrin Ryn – worst patient ever, Arven noted to himself as he called up and glanced at her vitals again. At least she managed to stay conscious thus far.
In the awkwardness that followed, Azrin’s clone – Murphy, her name is Murphy – piped up with the typical post-stasis inquiries, which earned her a quick frown followed by a composed sigh from Arven.
“Well, technically,” the doctor shrugged, “we’re all inside Thea,” he gestured with a twirl of his fingers. “I’m Doctor Leux, this is,” he nodded to Verena, “Doctor Pax, you’re Murphy, allegedly - everyone tracking so far? Great,” Leux cleared his throat. Lacking the specifics on her chart, he could only assume the young ensign had shared a similar fate with all those placed into cryostasis, but lacked specifics, and told her as much; but he shot a skeptical look at Pax regardless. “Of course, there’s still the possibility of the old transporter-mishap-resulting-in-a-clone thing – it’s been documented, you know.”
"She's the one with the chart, ask her," Arven snorted in amusement at his own cynicism, then returned his attention to the patient as he procured a tricorder and began waving it over her body. "Hm. Look's like you got yourself a new spine," he commented casually, then arched a brow at Pax. "Your handiwork, or Vi-Nine's?"
OOC: really, really sorry for the delay.