
Guest Poster: Alyssa Ogawa
Since my return to the Enterprise as Doctor, things are starting to thaw out between me and Beverly Crusher. I think she sees me as encroaching on her territory though I am just second doctor to her more senior position of Chief Medical Officer. I wish she would give me some of the more 'juicier' surgical tasks, rather than those that are akin to a experienced nurse.

"Beverly." I ask, "The next time a Grade A surgery case comes into SickBay, is it okay if I do it."
"I'd like you to, Alyssa." she replies, "But you know the rules about Grade A cases. They have to be handled by the Chief Medical Officer...in other words...by me!"
I knew she'd throw that rule at me, as she is technically right. Bev grips her stomach and winces.
"Are you all right?" I ask.
"Sure." she answers, "Just a mild stomach ache. Run along and complete the forthcoming SickBay manifest for me."
I storm out of the office. Such a derogatory job that a trained gibbon could do..even an untrained one!
Now in the corridor, I go on my way to Ten Forward to have a Saki and bourbon to calm my irritated temper. Then I change my mind. I'm going to give that redhead a piece of my mind! I'm nobody's doormat any more, not even Doctor Doormat!
I rush back into the SickBay. That Chief Medical Officer will see what happened when I went to on the Assertive Training Course...I wish I hadn't been told I couldn't go on it any more, though.

"Now look, Beverly." I start, "I've had just about enou..."
I'm talking to thin air, until I realise that Beverly is lying on the floor unconscious.
I summon a nurse and we carry her to the nearest biobed
"That stomach ache she had..." I muse to myself. The screen tells me the shocking details that an infection has spread in her stomach and has turned her appendix into a carrier. It needs to be removed quickly and delicately otherwise she won't live much longer.
"We need the Emergency Medical Hologram on this." advises the nurse.
"He can pass the surgical equipment." I say firmly, "But this needs a REAL Doctor to do the job. Get me ready!"
To be continued after the TWQ......
2 comments:
No pressure, Doc, but Jean-Luc is going to be mighty displeased with you if you botch this job!
Bev has seen her share of drama!
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