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A New Doctor in the House

Posted on 29 Jul 2018 @ 10:33am by Commodore Gregory Farragut & Lieutenant Thea Davenport

Mission: Crisis on the Frontier 4X01
Location: Main Sickbay
Timeline: MD 7 0930 Hours

"Doc? Doctor Davenport, you around?" Greg strolled into sickbay and surveyed the room for the ship's new chief medical officer. It had been months since Doctor Davik had departed for Cardassia, and the Endeavour felt empty without a medical chief. Holograms and acting chiefs didn't do the role justice.

Thea yawned and brought her hand up over her mouth to conceal it from any crew passing by. She wasn't bored, merely tired. The first few nights on a new ship were always the worst. Though quarters tended to look nearly the same there was always something about them that didn't quite feel perfect. It left her waking up frequently at night.

The sound of a voice made her come out of her office. "Captain," Thea said, straightening up. "Can I help you?"

"Maybe," Greg said, scratching the back of his head. "But it can wait. How are you settling in? Have all the equipment and staff you need?"

Thea blinked hiding the faintest frown, "Fine sir and yes, I think so." She eyed the Commodore, wondering the reason for his visit.

"Just what I wanted to hear," He said with a snap of his fingers. "Did you have any combat duty aboard the Shanghai? We're heading into unfriendly territory and things may get a little bumpy around here."

"A little, I will admit it's not my strong suit but I will of course do my best. Was there anything else? Another reason you came in perhaps." There was something off about him and she just couldn't tell what it was. Having only just met the man she didn't even know why she knew something was wrong. A feeling, intuition maybe. Her Kriosian genes being weird.

Farragut bobbed his head. He appreciated the Doctor's honesty rather over false bravado. "Maybe," Greg admitted. "I've got a chronic condition of tinnitus, and it's been acting up lately. I could use a bit of help."

"Certainly," Thea grabbed a tricorder and turned her head slightly as she pondered the readings it provided. "How long as this been bothering you?"

Greg tried to steal a glance at the tricorder. "Since the War, conduit blew up near me at the Battle of Chintoka."

"Because I don't know if you are aware, but there's a simple surgical procedure that can be done to fix it completely, it has a very good success rate and very little down time."

"How much down time are we talking about?" Greg asked.

"A day at most." Thea answered. "I've seen people on their feet after only a few hours though they were a little dizzy." Thea smiled at him trying to see the screen on the tricorder and showed him. "Sit please."

Farragut looked from the Doctor to the biobed and let out a sigh. "Alright. Let's give it a shot," Greg said, hoping up onto the examination table. "So, no more ringing in my ears once this is done?"

"No more ringing." Thea promised him. From this position a slight shadow was cast over one of his eyes. She noticed a scar she'd never paid attention to before. "How'd you get that?" she ran her finger over it before realizing what she'd done. "I am so sorry!"

Greg blinked several times at the unexpected contact. "Uh, it's fine, Doctor." He offered a reassuring smile. "It's an old war injury, one that is far more dramatic looking than it really is." Greg took a deep breath and let out a sigh before recounting the tale.

"We were assigned to establish a defensive perimeter after the victory at the first battle of Chintoka. My ship, the USS Lombard, was alone at the flank of defensive line," He explained, watching the doctor from the corner of his eye. "A dominion bug ship ambushed us, punched right through the shields. I was unfortunate enough to be standing near a power junction when the first blast connected. I was lucky I didn't lose an eye."

"Yes," she said still looking at it. "Less than a few millimeters up and you would have. I take it your vision in that eye wasn't affected?" It was mere curiosity though more than she should have had.

Greg shook his head. "I got lucky, but we didn't have the equipment to fully eliminate the scar tissue."

"Before I begin there are two options, I would prefer the first which would be to completely put you under in case you happened to move at just the wrong moment but if you like I can use a local anesthetic?"

"I'll take the whole kit and kaboodle," Greg said after a moment's consideration. He let out a heavy sigh and rolled his shoulders back. "Alright, just tell me what to do."

"Just lie back and enjoy your nap." Thea said as she loaded a hypospray. "Ready sir?" She didn't dare press it to his neck before asking, not after touching his eye like that. She was still kicking herself.

Farragut sucked in a big breath of air and nodded his head. "Alright, Doc. Let's kick this pig," He said with forced enthusiasm. For the first time in years, he might just manage a full night's sleep if it was as good as the doctor promised.

"Pig?" She knew what a pig was of course, but why someone would kick one she had no idea. She frowned slightly but decided this was not the time to disagree with a commanding officer. She pressed the hypospray to his neck.


Lieutenant Thea Davenport
Chief Medical Officer
USS Endeavour

Commodore Greg Farragut
Commanding Officer
USS Endeavour


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