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Pleased to meet Pacci

Posted on Fri May 24th, 2019 @ 12:03pm by Lieutenant Asa Dael & Lieutenant JG Rena Pacci

Mission: Fractured Fairy Tales
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: 2396

It was the fifth cup of coffee Chief Medical Officer Dael had consumed so far today. Between normal duties as the ships counselor and CMO, Asa had been up late reviewing birth plans, and then had their sleep interrupted by the first delivery of their career....a beautiful babe born to two beaming parents.

Asa wouldn't change any of it for the universe, but they were also looking forward to bed this evening. Downing the last in their cup, the doctor sat back to review the file for Lt. JG Rena Pacci who was due to arrive for her medical check in any moment now.

It didn't take long for Rena to unpack her things, she traveled light as she always believed in having minimal personal possessions. Especially being in Starfleet when you never really knew when your next transfer could come up.

"What do you mean you lost my clothes? We teleport living people, you're telling me you can't teleport a few thongs with out them being demeculorized?" The annoyance in her voice made the cadet on the other end of the com link shiver with unease. The annoyed Betazoid was about to give the ensign a piece of her mind but her alarm went off. She had set a reminder so she wouldn't forget to get her physical done.

"Just forget it....but If I find out you kept any of them you best be prepared for the consequences." With that she ended the conversation and exited her quarters with a huff. It shouldn't be a big deal, she could always replicate new clothes. But there was one piece of clothing that had meant something to her. It bothered her knowing it was gone.

~It's fine Rena...it is only material. You have the memories" ~ She told her self and took in a deep breath as she counted to eight then let it out slowly and counted to eight again. By the time she reached sickbay she had a handle on her mood and strolled into sickbay putting her usual happy facade.

Looking around a moment the Betazoid didn't see the doctor but sensed the tired thoughts and followed them to see the doctor sitting at their desk. "Lt.Jg Pacci, reporting as ordered."

Standing and painting on a bright smile, Asa said, "Welcome! Wonderful to meet you, please, won't you follow be to biobed 3?"

The doctor was genuinely happy to meet the newest member of the crew and dug deep to find the energy she deserved. Asa made a movement that could be construed as an offer of a handshake if someone was so inclined, or easily dismissed as simply pointing towards the indicated biobed if they were not. Their time since meeting Az'Prel had reminded Doc Dael that not everyone welcomed touch, and they were doing their best to read that in the people they served now.

Shaking the out reached hand firmly the curly black haired Betazoid made her way to biobed 3. She hopped up with ease and rested her hands on her knees "Nice to meet you Doctor. How's your day been?" The Betazoid was never a big fan of physicals so small talk sometimes helped her get over the nerves.

With a chuckle Asa said, "Is it day already? I'm joking, we have a bit of a baby boom on the Hera, so we've been hopping with new life. Thank you for asking. Ok, let me get some quick readings...."

As the doctor trailed off their tricorder began whirring, taking readings for Asa to compare to the file on hand. They took a moment to compare the readings to the PaDD on hand. While reviewing the results Asa asked, "If I may ask...would you like the scar on your cheek removed?"

"No," the Betazoid ran a hand over the scar "It reminds me of a time I don't want to revisit. Plus I think it makes me look tough," Rena joked taking her hand away from the scar.

"Right you are," Asa replied with a cheerful grin, "And looking tough is always important."

With a wink the doctor set about continuing the scan and paused for a moment, looking into Pacci's eyes compassionately.

"There are some signs here that your liver is scarred, possibly beginning to develop cirrhosis. It's easily treated, just some work with the tissue generator and a few follow up visits....but if we don't address the underlying problem, it will just happen again. This looks to be the sign of heavy drinking over a prolonged period of time. Can you please share with me what drove you to such desperation? I want to help you overcome anything that might be holding you back...."

~ Geez no getting around this one ~ The Betazoid thought and offered a smile "Something I've been meaning to get around too and just kept forgetting. You know how life gets busy?" Rena replied causally deflecting the question.

"It's never been a problem. But if you feel I need to have it treated you're the doctor. How long have you been the doctor here?" Rena used the 'small talk' to get out of the question. Sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't. She didn't like to talk about her past but always had a exit plan out of a conversation for when it came up.

"A bit short of a year," Asa replied, "And in that time I've witnessed firsthand the way life can get in the way in Starfleet. And a lot of those ways are hard to deal with. They take their toll. There's no shame in that, or in needing help. Part of my job is to make sure you get the help you need, ok? And it is a problem if you are drinking to the point of damaging your liver. Either you are bothered by something or need some help moderating celebration. Either way, I'm here to help. I don't judge....just think on it ok? I'd be happy to arrange some time to provide you with a bit of counseling just to get you over the hump if you would like."

Their voice was calm and soothing, the same way Asa would have delivered any bad news. They were familiar with the ways Starfleet officers tried to numb and hide their pain. The doctor wouldn't force anyone into therapy...well, not without lacking any other options....but they would encourage someone who was hurting to reach out.

"Thanks Doc, I'll keep that in mind," she offered a smile to the medical officer. Rena generally meant it, though she didn't like to talk about her past she knew one day she'd have to deal with it.

"Well, then you are ship shape and ready to go!" the doctor enthused. "Welcome aboard, stop by any time, we are here to serve."

 

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