<beep, boo, beep. The time is 12:00>
<beep, boo, beep. The time is 12:00>
<beep, boo, beep. The time is 12:00>
Nevar sluggishly hit the chronometer and rolled over. Only 14 more days, until can sleep in, Nevar thought to himself, contemplating the end to his final tour of duty with Starflleet. Arising with some creaks and cracks, he continued. So young, so battered, so burnt out.
Grabbing the PADD by his bunk he reviewed his day log, committing to memory the tasks ahead. After polishing off some replicated Ferengi Toob Grubs, Nothing like a grub and raktigino for breakfast, Nevar headed to the infirmary.
The time was 12:35 and, as he suspected, the Infirmary was quiet.
"Computer, activate EMH program."
"Please state the nature of the medical emergency," the hologram spoke as it shimmered to life.
"No emergency, doctor, simply a prescription."
"Go ahead, but for future reference, I am an emergency medical hologram, not a pharmacist. If you were to come back in regular office hours, I am sure.."
"Doctor, five hyposprays, each with 17mg T'Cel and 13mg Risian Ore, diluted to 1 part per 1000"
"That's quite a prescription."
Nevar spun, facing the woman in the doorway. Nevar recognised her from last night, it was the Cardassian, Doctor Rena Galor.
Once recognised, he simply turned without acknowledging her and addressed the EMH.
"The Hyposprays..." He said sternly.
Dr. Galor, approached him, placing her belongings on the desk, she grabbed a tricorder and said, "I wasn't aware that you had T'Cel's Syndrome."
Pol curtly replied "I don't."
"Obviously, or you couldn't walk, let alone order hyposprays from EMHes."
The EMH handed the hypos to Nevar, who placed them in his daypak, which was a sort of side hip pack. Nevar had grown accustomed to wearing this on his last tour of duty. It sat on his right hip hanging roughly five inches from his waist. When he wore the daypak, it gave him a look similar to that of 19th Century Earth gunslingers or Risian Pathfinders, both images sat well with Nevar.
Turning, Nevar heard Dr. Galor say "You know I will have to report this in my medical log."
Grunting and still not making eye contact with the young woman, Nevar walked out of the Infirmary.
"What an interesting fellow," said the EMH.
"Humphh" said Galor in frustration. That's twice he has done that. Referring to the night before, when Nevar had been kind enough to rescue her but not kind enough to speak to her.
Walking towards his quarters, Nevar heard a young woman's voice approaching quickly from behind him. "Commander Nevar, Commander Nevar"
As she approached, Nevar turned, but at the time, in an effort to catch up, the young woman had been almost in a run, and Nevar's sudden spin left both of them only inchs from each others faces. Somewhat flushed, the young trill took a small step back.
Le'Chell Nugent was about 5'6 with a nice figure, but in the shadow of Nevar she looked much smaller. From behind the broad shouldered Bajorian, an observer might not even be able to make the young female officer's presence out.
Sticking out her hand, daintily "Commander, I'm Le'Chell Nugent, may I walk with you?"
With a wave of his hand, Le'Chell fell into step beside Nevar. They were an interesting contrast. He was only a few years older than her, but from appearances they looked like night and day.
His complexion was dark and reflected many bruises and scars from years of harshness. Her skin was smooth and soft, light in tone.
He was broad shouldered with dark thick hair and black on brown eyes. She was petite with light thin hair and blue eyes like a Risaian pond.
"What can I do for you at this hour Lieutenant Nugent" he spoke in his soft but somewhat harsh voice knowing exactly what she was doing there.
"Call me Le'Cell, and..," she obviously had a tough time coming up with a good lie. "I wanted to welcome you onboard?" A very tough time.
"Really?" he pondered off handedly.
"Do you find that strange? I am after all the station's counsellor, its part of my job to welcome crewmen to the station." she said almost convincingly.
"Hmmmm, and here I though I was special?" Pol said unusually playful. "Well here are my quarters, thank you for the official welcome, Lieutenant Nugent."
And with that he was gone.
His abrupt departure left Nugent momentarily perplexed. Walking away from Nevar's quarters and towards her own, Le'Cell mentally reviewed the subspace message she had received two days ago from a Starfleet Academy's Student Services Office.
It read:
TO: Lt. Le'Chell Nugent, Counsellor, SB901
FROM: Dr. Tim Farmer, Cdr. Director of Student Services, Starfleet AcademyRE: Lt. Cdr. Nevar Pol, formerly of the USS Cavalry
Dear Le'Chell,
Well its been a few months since we spoke and I understand that a lot has gone in your life, what with the symbiant and all.
I hope you will understand how difficult it is for me to ask this favor of you. Difficult not only because you are a former student of mine but more because this favor requires me to breach a confidence which I long ago took.
However, my desire to help this patient, who I also consider my friend, is greater than all of that.I hope you will understand.
It is about Lt. Cdr. Nevar Pol, who will arrive shortly on your station.....
Le'Chell reviewed the rest of the message to herself and what Doctor Galor had said to her just moments earlier. She pondered what she should do next as she headed back to bed.