“You’re good. You’re okay. You’re here. I’m here.” It’s an uncontrollable slew of words tripping off his tongue, all his usual composure swept right out the window in the effort to give assurance. His grip tightens around hers.
But Starfleet’s alerting systems are quick and so are their medics, and the moment she started to wake up, the monitor had already flagged the patient for review; a moment later, a blue-clad doctor sweeps in and tries to bustle Chris to the side. With a grasp like an iron vise, the captain stubbornly refuses to move, so the other man finally has to roll his eyes and take up position on the other side of the bed, flicking through notes on his PADD and taking a quick review of her injured arm.
“Give us your full name and rank, please,” the doctor says to her, his voice gruff, with a faint Earth-southern drawl.
Chris waits by the side, anxious, Marie’s hand still clasped in his. He could butt in — and very nearly does so — but common sense thankfully prevails. If he can trust M’benga to do his job, he’ll just have to trust this Starbase doctor to do the same. Having picked up on the way the captain’s practically vibrating out of his seat, the doctor glances over, weary.
“Take it easy, Pike. Just a quick cognitive checkup and then I’ll be leavin’ her to rest.”
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Date: 2024-01-13 09:39 pm (UTC)But Starfleet’s alerting systems are quick and so are their medics, and the moment she started to wake up, the monitor had already flagged the patient for review; a moment later, a blue-clad doctor sweeps in and tries to bustle Chris to the side. With a grasp like an iron vise, the captain stubbornly refuses to move, so the other man finally has to roll his eyes and take up position on the other side of the bed, flicking through notes on his PADD and taking a quick review of her injured arm.
“Give us your full name and rank, please,” the doctor says to her, his voice gruff, with a faint Earth-southern drawl.
Chris waits by the side, anxious, Marie’s hand still clasped in his. He could butt in — and very nearly does so — but common sense thankfully prevails. If he can trust M’benga to do his job, he’ll just have to trust this Starbase doctor to do the same. Having picked up on the way the captain’s practically vibrating out of his seat, the doctor glances over, weary.
“Take it easy, Pike. Just a quick cognitive checkup and then I’ll be leavin’ her to rest.”