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Lt. JG Broll & Lt. JG Drake - "Healers Unplugged"

Posted on 2018-04-02 18:46 by Lieutenant JG Harper Drake M.D., Ph.D. & Lieutenant JG Lem Broll M.D.

Mission: Planet of the Sequined Love Nun
Location: Mess Hall, USS Joshua Norton

"I'm really glad we could meet," Harper opened with a smile after taking a drink of her mocha Klingon coffee. "We are a fairly small ship, so it's particularly nice to have another colleague in the medical department here. I'm not alone there of course, but still, serving as a medical officer here isn't exactly your standard assignment." Drake's grin widened. "Of course, I would guess I would have to tell you that after your introduction to this assignment, do I?"

A small nod was the reply the other got from the blue doctor. "Oh yep. Mhm. I have already experienced this isn't your standard assignment." Lem picked up his cup of tea and took a sip from the rather dark liquid. The spoon softly brushing against his skin. "So, Doctor, give me the full intro. I've heard it from others, but you're the closest as I'll come to meeting a more experienced me."

"I can't say much or I'd have to kill you," Harper deadpanned, then added more seriously. "Honestly, I've seen more action here than hypos. Truthfully, I am a bit embarrassed by my performance in that regard so far. Starfleet requires counselors and doctors to know how to defend themselves, of course, but this wasn't exactly what I expected to be doing, you know?"

"Huh? I didn't expect that, but we're the most important part of the ship, of course." Lem nod, sipping on faint peach smelling hot drink he had in a classic earth style tea cup. "I get it though. I doubt we'll do our usual doctor and counselor routine anyway. Not much surgery going on that is so invasive we need to create a joint plan how to help the person." His fingers ran over his chin. "Well, maybe you should speak with some of the people that go undercover after I changed their faces. Body dysmorphia is a common occurance after plastic surgery."

Realizing she hadn't made it clear she had been kidding about having to kill the surgeon, she smiled. "I was teasing earlier about having to kill you, but I won't lie, our missions have challenged me, and it will be nice to have an ally who understands what a shift in thinking it will be to go from healing primarily to defending ourselves and hoping to accomplish darker things behind the scenes. That's a good point you make about body dysmorphia. I would expect with these longer under cover assignments, that might become an issue. How are you doing? I hear things weren't exactly easy for you when it came to getting to us."

"Is this a social call or a consultant?" He chuckled softly and finished his tea, before putting it down on the saucer. "I am fine, honestly. I was educated to be a trauma surgeon and when I first got her, that was what I had to do. Long nights of studying through data was common during medical school, so some data analyzing here was not a problem." He looked at the other with a small smile. "That and the crashing shuttle I came across and the trauma care I had to preform on them. It was odd to work in the field, I'm not particularly trained for that."

A slow sigh. "Yet, I got promoted for my work during the last assignment, so it was fine. Are you well? I've not seen you often with the rest of the team."

His question surprised her. "I'm not ill if that's what you mean. I suppose I'm just taking a little time to absorb recent events and settle myself. As I said before, it isn't always easy to figure out where I fit in with all of these people with strict intelligence backgrounds. I also think they're still trying to figure out where I fit in as well since they have their own approach to analysis. Still, I've seen the crew one on one when they need to sort out their feelings and treated my fair share of injuries as well. I didn't mean to make this sound like a therapy session," she added with a chuckle. "I guess I just know what it's like to be thrown for a loop in service to this crew, and I wondered if you were OK."

"I am well then." He smiled, eyes peering over her, he was more interested in her bone structure. There was a small smirk. "You'd be nice to work on sometimes, well ..." Lem softly sighed and shook his head. "That sounds horrible, I meant to say. I think you'd be good to transform into another person sometimes, perhaps learn about body dysmorphia a little so you can step in the head of your patients."

Harper chuckled, but her eyebrows quirked upward, reflecting her confusion. "I can't decide if you're flirting with me or you just love to perform surgery so much that you're trying to recruit patients."

The blue skinned doctor was taken back a bit. His lips pursed when his non-existent brow furrowed to think. "Now, we are professionals here, Doctor. I can not deny you are a lovely person to view and sure my mind sees any persons body as a beautiful canvas to either heal or change so they may live their life to the fullest. Yet, Surgery is the last option in a line of things we could do to help someone. A line that always ends with your words, because the mind is always the last to heal." Lem mused a little to forego to subject of his possible flirting. Eyes peered away during the small monologue.

Harper thought he would understand she was joking, having smiled at her not long before, but getting the impression she had offended him somehow, she said, "My apologies, Doctor. I was making a joke. I would not seriously imply or accuse you of doing anything unethical."

"Oh, well ..ehm. Some have. It's .." Lem chuckled a little and shook his head at the other. "You threw me off a bit, normally I'm the one to make such comments, so it returning on me is quite strange." His hand let go of the glass as it reached the table, slowly sliding it on there. With a look at her he commented further. "Plus, It is not common for me to actually get to work, so my love for the anatomy is always unanswered. Which is, of course, very good. The more work I get, the more trouble we are in."

Harper offered a knowing nod and continued to smile. "I suppose it's the same with my primary line of work, though I imagine as a surgeon, you've had postings that have seen a fair share of conflict? I would expect if Starfleet has accepted you in such a capacity, they have every intention of putting your skills to good use."

"Well, I have been on the front lines of our exploration for two years. I mostly worked on officers and crewmen that had been in combat." He smiled a little. "Immediate trauma care as their lives were often in danger. Beamed up directly onto our table. I can tell you, it is a strange occurrence to have a person beam up to you on the brink of clinging on to their lives." A smile, but a certain sadness in his eyes. "You always lose more than you want, but that's the reality."

"Reality or not, that has to take a toll," Harper offered gently. "I understand learning to compartmentalize your feelings out of necessity, but you wouldn't have become a surgeon, a doctor, if you didn't care about people on some level, I'm sure." Drake paused then, adding, "I'd like to think we are better at recognizing trauma from a variety of perspectives, but I suppose when it comes to war, most people more readily identify with the person fighting with phasers and other weapons. They forget about the people fighting just as hard for other people's lives."

"Yes, I'd say you're right. I don't think we're portrayed correctly enough, but we try our best nonetheless, right?" Lem softly smiled at the other and gave another nod. "At least I have my place now and I can help with something important, with hopefully less casualties."

"I can certainly drink to that," Harper replied, raising her glass in agreement. She thought she detected a certain somberness in his words, but she decided not to pry any longer and to just enjoy his company.

=/\= End Log =/\=

Lieutenant Junior Grade Lem Broll M.D.
USS Joshua Norton, NCC-74819-A


Lieutenant Junior Grade Harper Drake, M.D., Ph.D.
Forensic Psychologist
USS Joshua Norton, NCC-74819-A


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