Drug to the Doc

Posted on Fri Jan 15th, 2010 @ 9:37pm by Commander Basil Hart

429 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: FORGING AHEAD
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: Current

ON

Work, run around, work some more and heck why not just work straight to the grave? It just seemed there was never enough time to get everything done, ultimately a losing battle that left a few regulations off the list. Most often the ignored regulation was 'see the doctor' and for engineers it was even worse than the captains.

Will was on his way towards a shuttle bound for Tiberius V, as much as he hated them it was about the only way from home to off time work site. So far he had managed to evade the doctor for a month and had a feeling his time was running up, though every trip he thought 'just one more trip.'

Rounding a corner, he almost ran into the Chief Medical Officer. Basil was leaning up against a bulkhead, arms crossed, looking for all the world like he knew that Will would come this way. He raised an eyebrow and cleared his throat. "Engineer," he began in that upper class British accent, "if I didn't know better, I'd swear you were trying to leave without your annual physical." His other eyebrow went up expectantly.

"Me? No doc, just doing my job" Will said stopping dead in his tracks and trying to scheme an escape, "which so has grown to include run self ragid."

Basil smiled, and something in the way he did so said that he would NOT be put off. "Well, Mr. Couter, it is my considered medical opinion that if you run yourself ragged, you won't be able to do your job, you'll be stuck in my sickbay for an indefinite period of rest." He clapped a firm hand on the man's shoulder, and began leading him back towards sickbay. "Now wouldn't an ounce of prevention truly be better than a pound of cure? Trust me, the alternative is so much more unpleasant and inconvenient. I give you my word as a gentleman that I will have you on the very next shuttle after this one. Come along, now..."
His inexorable grip and determined (almost mischievous) grin were very convincing arguments.

"I knew I should have used the transporter" Will said, unwillingly going along, ~besides, if anything does happen to me, my best bet is out on one of those cities~ he thought, then he came to at least a silver lining for a project of his.

Basil chuckled as they walked along towards his "office".

OFF

Lieutenant Commander Will Couter
Chief Engineer,
Starbase Typhon

Lieutenant Commander Basil Hart
Chief Medical Officer,
Starbase Typhon

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