Posted on Tue May 7, 2019 @ 3:15am by Lieutenant JG Cassandra Rae
Edited on on Tue May 7, 2019 @ 10:17am
All In A Day's Work
Location: USS Excalibur, Deck 13, Chief Medical Officer's Office
Timeline: Mission Day 2 at 1730
The door chimed. Cassandra looked up with a grimace of irritation, her concentration broken. Once this emergency was over with, she was going to have to sit down and go over Dr Lemans research proposal with him. Fortunately, with the situation on Tania Borealis she could delay that conversation, hopefully by a couple of weeks.
The door chimed again. Allowing entry to whoever was in a hurry to see her, Cassandra logged out of her screen, the familiar Starfleet’s Task Force 93 logo appeared. The CMO had time to wander briefly if at the end of this mission the Excalibur would remain part of that fleet before Dr Acklom strode in and deposited himself in one of the two chairs opposite her desk.
“Dr Acklom, what can I do for you this evening?” Cassandra asked amiably enough.
Crossing one leg over another the doctor brushed a piece of none existent lint from his crossed leg, before he relaxed back in the chair, “You given any thought to the rostering yet?”
“Like I said at the briefing, I’ll have it out this evening.” Cassandra explained, with what she thought was great patience. There was just something about Acklom that set her teeth on edge. The man had succeeded in rubbing her up the wrong way since she set foot aboard the Excalibur. If she was going to manage him appropriately, she was going to have to get past it.
“Given a choice and believe me when I say it’s no choice at all.” Acklom assured her with great derision, “I want Leman over Venice, at least Leman knows what end of a laser scalpel to hold.”
Cassandra considered the doctor sitting across for her for a moment, finally with a dry laugh she shook her head. “Dr Acklom, I happen to agree with you.” She noted the surprise flare in the other humans’ eyes as she explained. “Dr Venice has the training but not the experience to deal with the calibre of injured I’ll be transferring back to the Excalibur. This will be his first time working in a disaster zone out with a holo simulation exercise. The experience he’ll gain from working planet side with me will be invaluable.”
“It’s not exactly going to be a picnic here either.” Dr Acklom snapped.
“No, it’s not.” Cassandra agreed with what she hoped was a sympathetic tone, “I wouldn’t want you to struggle. I suggest you keep Leman with you in main sickbay, you can work in tandem, that takes the pressure off you and lets Leman work with support if required. Use secondary sickbay as overflow if casualties start to stack up. Staff it with the EMH and the minimum numbers for safe practice.”
Acklom’s eyes widened for a fraction of a second and then narrowed. “Are you suggesting I won’t be able to handle the pace?”
Cassandra noted a nerve start to twitch just under his left eye. She had him seriously irked him. It was a pride thing for sure. No one wanted to be the Doctor that admitted defeat and activated the EMH. “Not at all Dr Acklom,” The CMO’s replied mildly. “I’m simply making sure we have a fall-back position. Its patients’ lives we’re dealing with after all.”
“Starfleet shouldn’t send us Doctors just out of diapers, that doesn’t help in this situation.” Acklom grumped.
“Dr Venice has spent the last eight years of his life putting the graft in and graduating not one but two Starfleet academies, as we both did.” Cassandra reminded Dr Acklom, not bothering to hide her irritation as she picked up her mug, glanced down at the remaining cold green tea and put the mug back down on her desk with a grimace.” The CMO turned the full weight of her displeased gaze on the arrogant surgeon sitting across from her. “Our roles encompass a myriad of duties; we both know this Dr Acklom. One of those duties is teaching. If you feel that that is not in your remit, I will happily accept your request for transfer to another assignment.”
Dr Acklom pushed himself up from the chair with a lazy sardonic smile, his eyes however were furious. “Oh, don’t worry about me Dr Rae, I can teach with the best of them.”
As the irritating surgeon left her office Cassandra resisted the urge to go totally juvenile and stick her tongue out at the infuriating man, “Healthy be damned.” The CMO muttered as she got up and headed towards her replicator, “I need a coffee!”