Preemptive Medical Strike

Posted on Thursday May 9th, 2019 @ 8:17pm by Ensign Qualt Vonn & Lieutenant Junior Grade Jordan Emerson MD
Edited on on Thursday May 23rd, 2019 @ 11:04am

Mission: Welcome to Union Mining Station Number 42
Location: Medbay
Timeline: September 20th, 2421

ON:

Ensign Qualt Vonn made his way slowly to the medbay on Issi, deck two. He had been on Oome in Engineering, but after a scuffle with another Ensign, he had been told to take his butt over to the main medbay. Once he'd finished the spacewalk he wasn't sure that they hadn't sent him all the way over here as some sort of punishment.

He took the lift down to deck two, holding his split lip so that he didn't drip blood anywhere. The Xelayan trudged through the medical bay's double doors and looked around, hoping that this wasn't going to be hard or take long. They had cut his duty shift short as well. "Hey! Is anyone here?" he called when he didn't see anyone immediately. He hadn't been in for his physical yet either, might as well kill two birds with one stone.

Jordan looked up from a surgical text on his tablet. When he saw the Ensign standing in front of him, he fought a losing battle to keep the smirk off his face."Wow, there seems to be a bit of an epidemic around here. Put your ass up on the treatment bed there and tell me what happened."

Qualt grinned, it hurt and he stopped grinning, trading it up for a lopsided smile. The doctor was considerably more attractive then he thought he would be. He was expecting someone much older. He hopped up on the treatment bed and continued to smile. "So... yeah. I got punched," he said, one hand still over his split lip, muffling his speech a little.

Jordan wasn't a mind reader, if he had been he would have been flattered. The sentiment about attractiveness would have been returned. "Do I want to know how the other guy looks, will I be getting another patient?"

He gently took Qualt's hand and pulled it gently away from his face. "I've seen worse," he said. He pulled out a small electron hypodermic. "This is pyrrolidine. It will block the never centers from signaling pain. I may have to sew that up though." He gave the other man a warm smile that may have just a hint of flirtatiousness added to it.

"Nah... they sent him to triage on Oome. They made me walk all the way over here." He looked the doctor up and down slowly, obviously. "So... uh. What do you do in your free time?" Qualt asked with a little smirk.

"Well, when I'm not playing doctor, I like playing doctor," Jordan replied, groaning at his own bad pun. "What about you?"

Qualt shrugged. "I like all sorts of stuff. Sports mostly." He tipped his head to one side, looking the doctor over again. "Don't you get tired of being a doctor all the time?" he asked innocently.

"Well, I guess that depends on my patient," came the swift, not so innocent reply.

Qualt suddenly seemed to get the double entendre. He chuckled. "Oh! Plaaay doctor. I get it." He grinned. "Do you really have to stitch it? It's been a long time since I had stitches. Don't you have one of those wound closing thingies?" He made a motion with his hand like he was holding a small instrument. "When are you off shift?"

"I was just kidding about the stitches," Jordan said as he pulled out a Dermoscanner. "I've got about forty-five minutes before I'm off."

Qualt visibly relaxed when he said he was kidding about the stitches. "Mm... only forty-five minutes? Then what are you going to do? I haven't had my physical yet, either... if you want to keep playing Doctor..." he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

The thoughts that came to the surface of Jordan's mind were highly unprofessional, they were also highly provocative. "It's probably a good idea to have thatexam take place at your place, my brother lives with me." He ran the Dermoscanner over the Ensign's split lip and watched as the wound started to close in on itself.

Qualt sighed in relief as the pain slowly went away. "Mmm... My room you say?" He smirked and wiggled his eyebrows again. "That's a very... private... physical," he said suggestively. "Do you think it's that serious?"

"I'm really not sure at this point, that's why I'm suggesting a very long, very slow, very thorough exam. If you think you can get up for something like that," Jordan offered throwing all pretense aside.

"Hell yeah. I mean..." His cheeks reddened ever so slightly. "I'm sure that exam is very important. I mean... I want to make sure I'm in tip-top shape. You know... us Xelayans... we have bone density problems. We might even have to do some physical therapy." He was chewing the lip that the doctor had just repaired and grinning. He sat forward on the examination table. "I'm really concerned about that..." he said in a softer tone, edging on husky.

Jordan took a half step forward, now inside the other man's personal space, but avoided actually touching him. "We definitely want to make sure you're in top condition. I'll do my best to get to the bottom of your concerns. Even if it takes us all night."

Qualt didn't move any when the doctor got closer to him, but his grin did get wider. He put his hands down on the examination table and gripped the edge to either side of himself. "Ooo... all night? I'm glad I work second shift. Am I good to go, Doc?" He was asking because if the doctor wanted to come to his quarters, he might want to pick them up a little.

"You're good to go," he replied. His eyes locked on Qualt's before he finally, reluctantly pulled away.

Qualt jumped down off the examination table, still grinning widely. "So, my quarters? About an hour?"

"You'll see all of me then."

Qualt waved over his shoulder as he made his way out of the medical bay and back towards his quarters. Maybe it wasn't such a bad day to get punched in the mouth.

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