Clearing the Air, Or Else Not (RP Log)
|21 Apr 2014|
- Station Infirmary [Deep Space 9]
- Being the sole medical facility on the station, the Infirmary was designed to accomodate a great many patients. Spacious and at least three compartments wides, the infirmary has a laboratory, examination and recovery room, and a surgery room. The lab is what most people see when they enter, and where the medical officer on duty is most likely to be perched, ready for any medical emergency.
Cross steps into the infirmary and glances around.
Senka looks up from a data chart. "Captain Cross," he murmurs. "May I help you, Sir?"
"Annual medical exam," Adam Cross states factually. "I'll take any available medical officer, if you have other things to do."
"Step this way please, Captain," the Vulcan gestures to the general ward.
The door leading to General Ward slides open.
- General Ward - Station Infirmary [Deep Space 9]
- The entrance to this room is set with two different walkways around the top of this semi-hexigonal compartment. Several biobeds face inwardly, as rays of a sun, towards a central laboratory table. Monitors also are sprinkled about this room for access to lifesigns and patient information.
Cross arrives from Station Infirmary.
Biobed1 is already calibrated for human norms. Double checking its readings, he gestures you to lay upon it. "Bed 1, Sir."
Cross steps over to the biobed and lies upon it. "I guess you're going to do it yourself," he observes casually.
Cross lays on Biobed1.
Senka raises an eyebrow. "I am your chief medical officer, Sir. As I am present and on duty, of course I will tend to your examination myself." He watches the readings. "To do otherwise would not be logical. Have you any symptoms to report? In your case this is more than a standard question as you did spend a substantial amount of time off station recently."
"I have no abnormal symptoms to report," Cross replies. "Do your scans show any problems?"
Senka considers you for a long beat. "Your health is excellent for your age and race. Weight, blood pressure, cardiovascular, neurological and all other indicators within acceptable limits." The Vulcan pauses for a long beat. "The difficulties I do detect, however, have nothing to do with medical scans, but they warrant discussion nonetheless, Captain."
"Everything is fine then? Reproductive health as well?" Cross asks, for the moment ignoring the request for ancillary discussion.
Senka nods. "Your reproductive system is functioning within normal parameters, as is your endocrine system, and your hormone levels are all within normal parameters, Captain. I assure you that had any of your readings been amiss, I would tell you before asking about anything else, Sir. To do otherwise would be illogical."
"I'm just making sure," Cross says as he sits up. "So if I wanted to go out and make babies, there would be nothing stopping me. Except, of course, finding a willing partner, right?" Adam smirks at his own joke. "Alright, anyway. You were saying before, Doctor Senka? What is it that we need to talk about?"
Senka steeples his fingers. "I wish to ask firstly whether you are satisfied with my performance as your chief medical officer."
Cross says, "That's sort of hard to evaluate since you've been on leave most of the time since I've returned."
Senka nods. "In that case, Captain Cross, is there some other reason for the change in your demeanor towards myself in recent months?"
Cross slides his legs off of the biobed and stands up, tugging his uniform jacket into place. "Curious question, Doctor. No, there's none that I can think of at this moment. Perhaps you're just being overly sensitive."
Senka's eyebrow goes up. "A curious observation to make of a Vulcan. Allow me to explain. Your demeanor towards me is consistently abrupt and often hostile, though less so since you reassumed command. This is in sharp contrast to your demeanor towards me from the time I assumed my post here. What you think of me has no emotional impact upon me, Sir, as you can imagine. However, it is logical to observe behavior, and when that behavior changes or appears to be altering, to seek causes for it. We do, after all, find ourselves working together, and I desire that that relationship be smoothly functional as befits the relationship between medical and command. Unless, of course," he adds, "you no longer desire that I serve with you aboard this station."
"I don't remember making any such statement, but believe me that if I did not want you on my station, you would not be on my station, Doctor," Cross replies, smiling just faintly. "As for the rest, well, please consider after the ordeal that I went through for more then six months. Perhaps I want to make sure that I maintain a purely professional relationship with you and the rest of my staff. Being nice isn't a necessity of the job and unless you're insinuating that I have treated you poorly or unfairly, then I'd prefer not to be questioned about it."
"I am a Vulcan. I do not insinuate, but merely state facts and observations," he murmurs. "Your behavior towards myself, the only mode of your behavior I can comment on with certainty, did change markedly over the past year. I shall not trace the patterns of those behavioral changes because, I am told, Vulcans are often too detail obsessed. So a human colleague once told me. It is an important consideration given who you are, namely, my commanding officer. However, if you are merely attempting to conduct yourself with the utmost professionalism given most recent events, Sir, then I find that to be both logical and correct." A beat. "I wished," he concludes, "to offer you the chance to voice any grievances you may have with me that may fall outside your duties as a commanding officer, now that you have resumed your duties, that I have returned, and that we are to serve together for the foreseeable future.
Cross says, "I understand your concern. I have addressed it to the level that I feel comfortable addressing it. I'd like to move forward now." He pauses a beat. "Thank you for your expeditious work in completing this examination. If you have any further matters for me, you know how to find me, Doctor."
Senka regards you for a long beat. His expression is unreadable, though a telepath would tell you that the Vulcan thinks you're withholding much. Finally, the Vulcan nods. "You are welcome," he says in reply to your thank-you. "I do indeed know how to find you," he confirms. He steps back, clearing your path to the door should you wish to take it.
Cross nods to Senka and then exits, clearly many important things to do.