Minuetto

Posted on Wed Jul 5th, 2023 @ 4:02pm by

Mission: Starship Side Quest
Location: Eldritch Sickbay
Timeline: current

OOC -- playing as Doctor Lester Milfington the Fourth, Nurse Loveask, Nurse Okoniss

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Vibrato echoed throughout the sickbay walls. Lester was a stickler for having music play when he was on shift. None of that silence or jazz music poppycock. Lester wanted to have the sounds of Handel, Vivaldi, Scriabin and Elgar pumping through the speakers. The nurses didn’t understand his soul. His passion for music. For healing with music. Lester Milfington needed it to heal the hearts and with his hands, he could do that. If they touched the damned console to turn it down– He was going to disable their replicators in their quarters.

“Doctor Milfington,” Loveask was looking flustered, her hair was out of place and askew. Lester noted. He was going to mark it in her file. He did not appreciate dishevelment, even if she was awoken from her slumber. “Did you hear me? They’re beaming aboard the wounded. We have one that has extreme bleeding and one that has been drugged.”

“So you say,” Lester tutted. “Have you looked in a mirror Loveask?”

“Doctor!” Okoniss interrupted. Lester hated the Andorian one. It wasn’t because he was Andorian, don’t get it twisted. It was because he didn’t appreciate the classics. “LOOK AT YOUR BAY, SIR! YOU’RE LOST IN YOUR MUSIC AGAIN!”

“Hmph.”

There were people hollering in his sickbay. Blood. Absolutely disgusting, Lester thought as he shook his head. Why he ever went into the field of medicine he would never know. Most likely to impress that young Eloise Merrisberg. For her to fall for Fredrick Marsh. In engineering. A complete lunkhead. Who enjoyed rock and roll of all things. Loud and abrasive music. The nerve. The unadulterated gall of that woman.

“DOCTOR!”

“Oh put the angry one on an IV drip and put him under,” Lester said dismissively. “The pregnant one, I want her on bed rest. Get a nurse on her vitals and get someone to check her over.”

Ahhh, the Marriage of Figaro by Mozart. The strings and crescendos that would make any sane person feel the deepest of emotions. These people are panicked goblins. Hodged Podged into their ugly uniforms and scrunched faces. I suppose I should go look at these malcontents and their stupid wounds.

The Orion doctor that was supposed to be heading this whole thing was laying on the main bed with a gaping hole where her middle should be. “Well, that would be a problem,” Lester said disapprovingly. “Computer, play Grieg, Holberg Suite Opus Number 40… Loveask, We’ll need a stitcher relay system to replace her internal organs, yes?”

“Yes sir,” Loveask finally exhaled. A slurry of foul language flew under her breath, which was surprising for the little healer. Lester made a note for her file for later.

“She’s not dead yet,” Okoniss said from the vital readings.

Lester muttered to himself. He really did not enjoy everyone mucking about in his infirmary. There were marines and people making all sorts of daft noise. “Could everyone be quiet? It’s not like I’m about to perform life saving surgery over here or anything that requires my attention!”

“If you’re not blood related to the person in that biobed!” Okoniss hollered. “I need you out of the sickbay. Doctor’s orders. Pull a weapon on me and you’ll be in the brig before you have it out of your holster!”

“Yes, yes, clear out these miscreants Okoniss,” Lester whispered. He leaned over the biobed putting his spectacles on from his inner coat pocket. His long nose accented more and more like Ichabod Crane. “This Orion is held together out of spite and dumb luck.”

“Is that your official prognosis Doctor?” Loveask joked; putting the stabilizer into the green woman’s missing midsection.

Yet another thing to put into that godforsaken woman’s file.



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