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Breakfast and Bird Dogs.

Posted on Saturday May 1, 2021 @ 7:48pm by Madeleine De Saint Castine & Torin Landry

Mission: Lower Decks
Location: Main Sickbay

Maddie had been up for quite a while before she activated the lights in sickbay. She had already done her morning yoga (or at least as much as she could within the confined space of her office room without leaving her patient unattended. She'd taken a shower, put on a clean uniform and braided her hair before she finally emerged in main sickbay, eyeing the crated animal cautiously as she moved toward the bed Torin had occupied overnight.

As the lights came up in the room, Maddie paused next to his bed, one hand resting lightly on his arm. "Good morning sunshine," she said with a smile. "How are you feeling this morning?"

Torin had been tossing and turning (as much as he could) for about an hour before the waking call. It was one of the best nights he's had since arriving on the Cardinal. That's what fighting venom from your body could do. His arm shivered at the touch. It awoke him, and a stretch and the rubbing of his eyes shook the grog away.

He leaned up onto his elbows, pulling the blanket away from his injured leg. The swelling reduced immensely, but a tender warmness still persisted. The pain relievers wore out, and a pulsating sting remained. "It's a little sore, still," Torin said through a wince.

"You started getting restless about two hours ago, but I didn't want to disturb you while you were still at least semi resting." Maddie said with a smile as she rubbed her hands together quickly to warm them before placing them gently on his leg to examine the healing wound. "I can run the dermal regenerator over the area, but I want to make sure the tissue damage underneath is healing properly first. It's looking good though, I'm not seeing any signs of residual necrosis from the venom or any real damage to the tissue except for bruising to the actual tissue itself. You will be sore for a few days, but some pain relief will help with that." She smiled, covering his leg with the blanket again. "Which, I'll get you right now, along with some breakfast. What are you in the mood for?"

Torin's waking brain couldn't process the entirety of the medical terms, but he knew he was in good care. Ideally, he could leave the sickbay for a while, or forbid, get some work done. Boredom turned to restlessness, and restlessness turned to Torin making his own ways for fun. Those typically were destructive. The offer of breakfast kept his attention for a moment. "My go to is Coconut Puffs." A small yip came from the kennel. "And she goes for a beef stick."

"Coconut puffs?" Maddie asked, unable to hide the incredulity in her voice. "Child," she teased with a shake of her head as she walked toward the replicator, returning a few moments later with a bowl of coconut puffs, a mug of coffee and a beef stick for Eurus. It was only once he had fed the bird dog and was starting on his own breakfast that she returned to the replicator and ordered her own meal, returning a few moments later with a glass of orange juice, taking a seat once again on the bio bed she had occupied the previous evening while he had eaten. "I'll keep an eye on you for today and if everything is good I can probably let you go back to your own bunk tonight, but you'll still have to keep it easy for a few more days. Light duties only."

"Hey," said Torin, lifting an arm, "It was all we had growing up on the colony." He took the meal with a thanks, and started scooping it down. "Open," he ordered to the cage. The door opened and Eurus sauntered out. She stretched her legs and flapped her wings, she shot a glance at Torin. She was not happy with being confined overnight. If it weren't for the beef stick, she would have retorted with another nip.

She cooed a"Good morning," and leapt off the ground. Her wings reached into a glide, landing her softly onto the bed at Torin's feet. He promptly gave her the stick, which she nibbled at. Torin smiled through a bite.

"See this is what happens if you bite," said Torin. He reached down and pet the feathers around her ears. She didn't acknowledge the touch, but continued pecking at her food. Torin looked up to Maddie, "I think Eurus is going to hate this more than me. Especially since I can't give her a walk."

Eurus' ears peaked up at the word.

"Maybe later," Maddie said softly. "You're not up to walking just yet. See how you're feeling later today. If anyone else comes into sickbay you will need to cage her again. I know it's not ideal, and I'm sorry. I'm happy for her to be out while there's no one else here, but I can't risk someone else getting bitten."

Eurus' ears flopped back down. She gave a slight huff as she continued her breakfast. Torin went back to his coconut puffs as well, "Eurus wouldn't bite anyone she doesn't know well. That'd be impolite." He chuckled at his own joke. "She's domesticated, and only administers the venom when her fight instincts are trigger. Which is rare for her."

Maddie smiled. "I promise I'll get you out of here as quickly as I can. As much as the company makes for a pleasant change, no one wants to be stuck in Sickbay any longer than they have to, I know that."

He looked around the sickbay, "It's not the coziest place. It's too... sterile." He glanced to the corner where she lived. "I mean, it's not awful." He swallowed down the puffs hard. "What I'm trying to say is that I like places that are a little more... terrestrial. Somewhere teeming with life." He shook his head, and his face fell into his palm. He sighed. "You know what I mean."

There was a soft laugh. "Sterile is kind of important in sickbay," Maddie replied. "Don't worry, I know what you mean. Pretty much everyone feels the same way." She shrugged as she slid off the bio bed. "It works for me."

"On a ship this size, you got to make do with what you got," said Torin. One of his hands slid across the frame of the biobed. It was a cushier experience than he was used to, but it still was an adjustment. Waking up in a place like a sickbay was completely different than a tent in the middle of a grassland. "But hopefully we get to go on a planet sometime soon. It's been a while since I've planted my feet on some real ground."

"I spent some time with Starfleet Medical before being reassigned so I don't mind being on a ship so much, even one as small as this. I think the thing I miss most is being able to run. There's just no room here." She shrugged as she recycled her glass. "I know I can use the treadmill, but it just isn't the same."

"And no holodeck to at least fake it," said Torin. He squinted his eyes, "Except..." He looked around the room towards nothing in particular. "You have those holoprojectors, right? The ones you used for Cookie. Maybe you could isolate a hologram around your treadmill... you know, to make it seem like you're actually moving."

She shook her head. "There's no room for a treadmill in here, and besides, the pet program is very simple, it couldn't keep up with the algorithms required to run a full landscape, or even a small landscape." She shrugged slightly. "We have a couple of synaptic stimulators, but they just aren't the same. I'm just fussy I guess." Her hand moved to her shoulder, fingertips grazing the large scars across the back of her shoulder absently before she reached for her jacket and shrugged her arms into it. "That's the first thing I'll do if we ever get planetside. Just run."

Torin smiled, he looked past the doctor and into his imagination. "All I want is a green planet with the smell of dirt appeared, the breeze blowing and small rodents and insects wandering about." He raised a brow, "The last thing I'd want to do is run, to be honest." He said, his eyes switching back to hers. He gave a shrug, "But I'm not one for exercise." He laughed.

Maddie smiled. "Sometimes a good run is cathartic. But there is also something to be said for stopping to smell the proverbial roses. Don't get me wrong, you can keep the small rodents and insects... you know, unless they're cute, like butterflies or chipmunks."

He nodded, "I'll be sure to catch one for you next time I can... if the planet we go to has them." Eurus tucked her head on Torin's heel. "So what do you do here to keep from going crazy with boredom?"

"It's not that bad, and really, I'm not entirely restricted here. I can wander about the ship as I please, which I tend to do. I guess I haven't been here long enough to really get that bored yet and there's always been something to do so far." She grinned sheepishly. "Besides, this is one of the few replicators on the ship and it makes cookies."

"The replicators for medicine really do get food right too, don't they?" said Torin, "The have less of that... artificial taste. If only they didn't take as much resources, I'd say the should become standard."

"I can't complain too much, I mean, I'm the only person on the ship that has private sleeping quarters, I have a replicator, I have my own bathroom, you know, when I don't have patients in here." She shrugged slightly. "Besides, I'm used to the quiet. When I was in Starfleet Medical there was lots of alone time," she finally added.

Torin sighed, "I've had plenty of alone time in my career, too. But, I was surrounded by nature, which to me didn't feel like I was alone." He was quiet for a bit, just hearing the gentle snoring of Eurus and the hum of the warp drive. "I'm not used to having such a smooth ride."

Maddie replicated a couple of bottles of water and walked back to the beds, handing one to him before resuming her seat on the other bio bed. "Trust me, quiet is good." She cracked the bottle and took a sip. "Have you spent much time on a ship before?"

"I was on an old freighter called the Armedia. Which was more of a giant bucket with a warp drive, than a ship," Torin said. He followed suit and took a sip, "But, we were in the business of repatriation of animals back to their natural environment. So the ship was just a means of transportation between planets. Not really a home."

"On a ship like this, quiet is good. Quiet is what you want to hear. It's when things get dark and noisy and the lights start flashing that you need to worry..." She shook her head slightly. "Noise is bad, we like the quiet."

"Whenever things get too quiet, I want to fill the void with noise," said Torin. He laughed, "Which has gotten me in far too many predicaments."

"Such as?" Maddie prompted. "I mean, aside from getting bitten by your venomous bird dog and ending up in sickbay?"

"Well, that one was an accident," said Torin. "Let's just say that I may have a record with the Memory Alpha enforcement."

Maddie laughed and shook her head. "So you're going to be the resident trouble maker on the Cardinal then? Should I tell Canaan to keep a closer eye on you?"

"I thought I already was," said Torin, signaling to his leg, "And I'm sure it's in Canaan's best interests to keep me occupied."

"Down side of a ship this small, there's not all that much trouble one can get into," Maddie replied. "I mean, what's the worst the can happen? You sneak cookies from the pantry at 2am?"

Torin squinted. A smile crept across his face. "Sounds like that wasn't a hypothetical situation. Have you been stealing rations from the galley?"

"Who me?" Maddie feigned innocence. "I'm sure I have absolutely no idea at all that you're talking about!"

"You're off the hook for now," said Torin, "We just restocked everything, but who knows how long it'll be before we can get some fresh-baked cookies again? Maybe we should program one of your holograms to cook, too."

"Well, I imagine we'll run out of supplies sooner rather than later, so it'll be replicators anyway. The downside of a vessel this small is that there's no space for things like arboretums or gardens." She sighed. "Just do yourself a favour. When it's my turn to cook, you may want to consider faking your own death or something. Trust me, no one is safe if they have to eat a meal that I've prepared."

Torin shook his head, "Did you have the oskoid salad I tried making the other night? I managed to put sugar in the dressing, which had a reaction with the sap in the oskoid, causing it to char. And barbecued salad..." He nearly gagged at the memory. The smell alone was enough to make him skip dinner that night.

She shook her head quickly. "No, I missed out," she added a laugh. "I lost track of time and by the time I remembered and I got to the mess hall, everyone was already gone. I ended up having some saltine crackers instead. Sounds like maybe I got the better end of the bargain?"

"You made it out better than the rest of us," said Torin. He shook his head and laughed. "Most people just replicated their meals and ate them elsewhere. I didn't blame them."

"I haven't had to cook yet, at least not an evening meal, but I'm supposed to be on breakfast in the next few days. Cereal is perfectly okay, isn't it?" Maddie asked. "I don't think I can mess that up... but, knowing me, I'm sure I'll find a way."

"If it's bad, I'll give it to Eurus," said Torin. "She'll eat everything... except that salad I made. But I'm sure she wouldn't mind cereal." His eyes glinted away in thought before bouncing back to Maddie. "So tell me about yourself. Have you been in Starfleet since you were able to enlist?"

"I signed up the day after I finished school," she said with a shrug. "My Dad was in Starfleet, he was an Engineer, I knew I wanted to join, to follow in his footsteps, but I didn't decide that I wanted to be a doctor until I was sixteen."

"That's not an easy choice," said Torin. "A zoologist, you get snubbed off. A doctor?" He laughed, "Now that's a respectable position."

She shook her head. "I don't think it makes a difference, everyone should do what they love and what makes them happy. No one should be in a position that they aren't happy in just because of a preconception of respectability. Why did you decide to be a Zoologist?"

Torin smiled. "I'm in agreement. That's why I'm a zoologist. My parents were geologists, but I had no interest in rocks. I always liked living things, but plants were too boring and sentient species were too complicated." His fingers scratched at Eurus' back. She stirred as he scrambled her feathers. "And here I am."

Maddie shook her head slightly. "Indeed, here you are, recovering from the bite of a venomous animal that's now curled up on your lap as though she were the sweetest creature in the world. I will say though, it could be worse. I stitched up an Ensign once that thought a Targ would be a great pet. He learned."

"Ah, Targs," said Torin. "Now that's a dangerous species. Purposely bred to be aggressive and destructive. We had a hard time when we would relocate them because they would completely destroy any ecosystem that we put them on. So what was your craziest medical case?" He said, "I mean, if you're able to tell me without breaking patient confidentiality."

"A wounded teddy bear that was grievously injured by a dragon?" Maddie smiled fondly at the memory. "She was a sweet child and made a very good medical assistant that day."

He nodded his head, stifling back any sort of questions the hypothetical of a dragon brought up. "Well, isn't that the best patient? One that pays their dues." Torin smiled as he handed Maddie the empty plate of his.

Taking the plate, Maddie offered a smile. "Is there anything else you need?" she asked as she started toward the replicator. "Or would you prefer that I just leave you be to rest?"

The mention of sleep caused Torin to yawn. Even the pain was subsiding, his body couldn't sustain awareness and healing at once. He shifted on the biobed, or at least as much as he could. He wanted to continue conversation, or try to do something work-related, but anything other than rest seemed impossible. "I think I might take a nap."

With a nod, Maddie offered a small smile. "I'll be in my office if you need me," she said quietly before she disappeared into her office. "Computer, reduce lights."


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