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Another Physical

Posted on Sun Jan 1st, 2017 @ 9:06pm by Lieutenant JG Tate Sullivan Ph.D. & Lieutenant Merideth Tuppence M.D.

Mission: No Quarter
Location: Main Sickbay, USS Langport


Tate had been keeping busy enough tending to the survivors from the Tsuge as well as to the everyday needs of the Langport crew, but today, there was one matter at the top of her priority list: meeting the new CMO, Meredith Tuppence. Now that a senior doctor had been assigned to the ship, Tate wanted to coordinate with her as soon as possible to ensure they were both aware of the crew's health and mental health needs.

Sullivan had called ahead to arrange this meeting, so she headed directly to sickbay and directly to Meredith's office. Knocking lightly on the exterior door to get her attention, Tate smiled, "Hello, Doctor Tuppence. Is this still a good time to meet?"

Merideth was midway through applying a hypospray to herself. She nodded. "Come on in." She nodded. "Just have to do paperwork. Then I can sleep. What can I do for you?"

Tate couldn't help but be taken up short by the sight of the doctor injecting herself with a hypospray. It was in a completely foreign sight, but it certainly was unexpected. Of course, for all Sullivan knew, the doctor was treating herself for a headache, but Tate couldn't help but be concerned anyway. "I won't keep you, Doctor, but I thought I should introduce myself since I expect we'll be working quite closely together. My name is Doctor Tate Sullivan, the Chief Counselor for the Langport."

"Merideth Tuppence." Tuppence noted, setting the hypo aside. "Presently running on negative thirteen hours of sleep since we took on the Tsuge's injured, so please pardon the stim shot. It's been a 70-something hour day."

"Pleased to meet you," Tate replied, a bit more relieved. "Is there anything I can do to help ease your burden? As a doctor, I know you know what you're doing with regard to the stim shot, but still, it's no substitute for rest, is it? I'd be happy to help however I can."

"Oh, it's fine." Merideth shrugged. "Captain April ran a week and a half on them. Least I can do is make sure everyone is stitched up before we move on to the next mission. You're right though. No substitute at all. Just as, there's no substitute for the various limbs I've had to amputate in those 70-something hours. You do what you have to, sometimes."

"You do," Tate agreed with a nod, knowing the doctor had shared much in those few short words. "Still, I imagine it's just as difficult to deal with emotionally as it is physically, and it can be hard to know when to soldier on and when to ask for help."

"Oh, that depends entirely on who taught you those lessons. Let's just say, I've had a good teacher." Merideth said, chuckling. "I missed her wedding, recently. I'll have to send her something."

Tate smiled, intrigued by the quirky reply. "That's good to hear. I'm sure by now I don't have to tell you the Langport has quite the colorful reputation, to put it mildly. The Captain and the rest of the crew have done a really good job of making sense of the mess we were left and of getting rid of the most sinister criminal elements, but I haven't been here very long, still it seems like every hour I run into a new surprise."

"I haven't the foggiest, actually." Merideth shrugged. "I assure you, the reputation can't be much worse than my previous Captain earned. Regardless, I assure you I intend to rest shortly. My leg isn't going to give me a choice. It needs a battery top up, and I haven't unpacked my spare yet." She smiled. "I was in the care of Starfleet Medical, for much of the past few years, so I'm not very up to date on the rumor mill."

"I didn't realize," Tate replied evenly. She would have to take the time to read Meredith's personnel file. As it was, Sullivan had decided to meet her cold. "In that case, how has it been for you now that you're back working?" Sullivan could imagine it would be a welcome circumstance, but also a bit daunting.

"Wonderful." Merideth said, smiling. "It's good to be back at work, saving people. Like that poor Captain." She took a breath. "Though I kind of miss a few people."

"After being in the care of Starfleet Medical for so long, that's understandable. I hope you'll give yourself an opportunity to get to know all of us here. I know work is the priority, but obviously rest and relaxation is important for both of us to be at our best."

"Oh, I'm well aware." Merideth noted. "But priority is work right now. They need to start healing."

Tate nodded. "I know all of them have been traumatized, but please let me know if there's anyone specific you'd like me to speak to right away." It was natural for the counselor to turn back to professional matters. She was naturally curious about Merideth' time with Starfleet Medical, but she didn't want to get too personal on their first meeting, especially since she was meeting the doctor in her office.

"Captain April could probably use it. She's lost a lot of body parts, and a ship." Merideth said, quietly. "I can't believe she held together that long. She's made of Alexis-grade Captainuminium alloy."

"I'll be sure to meet with her right away," Sullivan said. "No matter how strong a body or mind is in the moment, everybody needs a safe space to just let it all out."

"Don't let her let it all out." Merideth joked, morbidly. "I had a hard enough time getting what she still has in her to stay in."

Tate chuckled and wagged her finger at the doctor good-naturedly. "A CMO with a morbid sense of humor, I'd say that's a must around here. On that high note, I think I'll take my leave unless there's something else you think I should know?" Of course, Sullivan would never make fun of patients or crew close by, but she completely understood the need for morbid humor in the most stressful circumstances.

There was the slightest of hesitations, as though Merideth wanted to say something, but she shook her head. "That should be sufficient. I should get some rest, soon." Merideth noted, looking away, quietly.

Tate couldn't help but notice her hesitation. She didn't want to pry, but her intuition told her to offer, "As I said, I'm always here to talk... About whatever you want, and whenever you're ready."

"Thank you, doctor." Merideth replied, simply. "I'll try and remember that."

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Lieutenant Meredith Tuppence, M.D.
Chief Medical Officer
USS Langport

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Lieutenant JG Tate Sullivan, Ph.D.
Chief Counselor
USS Langport

 

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