I need to patch my hand

Posted on 02 Jan 2013 @ 5:13pm by Chief Warrant Officer 4 Cyrus Kiwosk & Lieutenant Commander Pola Ni Dhuinn M.D.

3,363 words; about a 17 minute read

Mission: Episode 02 - Resupply
Location: USS Galileo - Sickbay
Timeline: MD 13 2000

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Cyrus had made his way back to the room, ignoring Watt as walking straight to the bathroom. He wasn't going to bother anyone if it wasn't a problem. He probably only impact shocked it and that it would be fine.

I still can't believe I cracked the trunk of an oak tree... It scared him that he had gotten that angry. He had fought hand to hand many times during the Dominion War or at least on the remaining years of it. He had killed with his bare hands, but to see the impact of what he was truly capable of was terrifying.

His left hand had gone numb, which was never a good sign, but Cyrus refused to think anything had gone wrong.

Until he pulled off the wrap. Swelling was almost instant and he could see the misalignment of his knuckles. He might have broken the tree, but the tree had bit back. His left had was brutalized.

And it hurt

Cyrus bit back a moan of pain and struggled to stand upright due to the initial shock of what had happened. There was no denying this, he needed to see a docotor quickly. He quickly fashioned a sling out of a bandage from the medical kit and walked back into the main room. He stumbled around looking for his badge, finding it still attached to his uniform that he had been wearing. He pressed it before attaching it to the white undershirt he was wearing.

"CWO Kiwosk to Sickbay, is doctor Ni Dhuinn in?" He grunted in pain.

Pola had started to smile as she heard Cyrus' voice over the comm, a smile which disappeared as quickly as she started to realise that something was wrong. Due to the shoreleave, she had all sickbay calls routed to her comm badge, allowing her to be on call but get away from a place which held so many memories.

Rubbing her sore and tired eyes, Pola was already on the move as her hand reached for the badge attached to her poloneck jumper.

=^=Doctor Ni Dhuinn here; Can you get to sickbay or do you need me to come to you Kiwosk?"=^=

=^= Oh I can walk Doctor, I'll see you there. =^= He didn't mean to be short with her, but he knew he was going to get an earful when she heard the whole story, and he wasn't in the mood for a lengthy heart to heart in his current condition.

Mumbling something to Watt about coming back late he left the quarters making his way through the halls to the Sick Bay for what seemed to be the fiftieth time in the two weeks he had been on board. He could only wonder what Pola was going to say about his hand. What happened? What do you mean fired? Why did you punch a tree? All of the questions were a blurry 'I don't know ' and he knew that she deserved, needed to know more.

He chimed in and the door opened, half expecting to see Pola

Pola wasn't certain what to expect when she arrived in the door, almost running right into the back of Cyrus as he still stood in the door way. His response to her had been snappy and she couldn't stop the thought entering her mind that somehow she was to fault for that. Had she done or said something wrong. "Cyrus...."

He turned. "Hey." He grunted, pain displayed across his face. "Do you got a minute." His arm was slung tight to his chest, elevating his hand. It was hard to see the from the puffiness and the misshaped knuckles it was broken.

As Pola turned her attention to the hand cradled against his chest, she felt her face loose all of it colour as a dizzy feeling made her vision blur for a very brief moment. Turning her attention to a biobed, she did this so as to not ignore Cyrus but to try regain her centre. "Wha....what happened?"

"I...It's a long story, I'll tell you as we go along. It has to do with the new Chief of Security. " Cyrus made his way to the bio bed and sat down. "It's broken isn't it." He asked stupidly.

Taking the hand in hers, Pola bit down on her lower lip as she grabbed a nearby tricorder. "I'm not sure. Your swelling and bruising is so bad that I'll need to look deeper. You've picked the worse part of your body, outside of your ribs, to hurt. Can you do me a favour..." Pola flatened out her hand palm up, "...can you flatten out your hand and press down gently against mine?"

Cyrus winced as he tried to open his hand. Grunting in pain and effort he forced the pinky finger to move, but was unable to move the ring, middle or index fingers. As he tried he grunted in pain. "No dice. "

Suddenly very concerned, Pola flipped the tricorder over, keeping her hand gently against Cyrus' to try help keep it still. "I look like you've broken three of your phalanges bones, that's causing your fingers to stay twisting and causing you to not be able to straighten them." Leaning across, she grabbed a hypo preloaded with the analgesic bicaridine. "I'm going to give you a pain killer to help with the pain but sweetheart.." Pola looked up with concern in her eyes before she could continue, "...I'm going to have to straighten those fingers to fix the bones."

Cyrus scrunched his face up. "Oh good, I thought you were going to tell me bad news." He sighed and nodded before speaking again. "Do what you have to..."

Placing the hypospray against Cyrus' neck, she injected him with 20 cc's of the bicaridine. Letting go of his hand for a moment, she wheeled across to another table, grabbing a hypo with a solution of tetracaine which she would use to numb the hand, trying to ease the pain somewhat but recognising it would only take the edge off. Administration 10cc's of the solution, she waited a few moments before taking Cyrus' hand again, looking up into his eyes, "I'm sorry..."

As she began to straighten his hand out he let out a mix between a grunt and a sigh. "Well, I guess that I should...." He was forced to stop as the pain flashed up his arm. "Tell you how this happened...eh?" He smiled weakly.

Pola was staring to realise why medicine had a rule about treating the people you care about, as she heard and saw the pain Cyrus was experiencing, it felt like her heart was being clutched. She had no choice, with Kohl gone and the rest on shoreleave, her only option would have been to send him a colony hospital. She'd seen what Doctors had done to him before, she wanted to ensure he was treated right.

Keeping his hand steady and straight, she rolled her chair slightly in order to grab a nearby equipment tray. Rolling both it and her chair back over, she readjusted the table to waist height, laying Cyrus' hand out flat. "That's the worst part, I promise...Would you like somemore of the pain killer?"

"God no...I'm already on a sleeping medication, let's not overdo it eh?" He smiled through the pain, trying not to wince. "I punched a tree so hard I split it up the middle...that's how I broke my hand Pola..." He admitted, slightly embarrassed.

Concerned about the level of pain Cyrus' was in, it took a moment for her to realise what he had just said. Looking up at him, her concern deepening, Pola rested her hand against his arm. "Why on earth did you punch a tree mo mhuireann?"

"Stone..." He tried to talk but the readjusting of his hand was distracting him. " There is a new Security Chief in. Davis was right when he was talking about Parker leaving." He grunted. " I had a meeting with him and it didn't go very well." He tried to keep his voice from cracking. " The wonderful lieutenant reovked my security clearance and kicked me off the roster. I'm effectively fired."
It still pained him to talk about it. He couldn't believe that Stone would do something of the like without first talking to him about the supposed allegations.

Knowing Cyrus had said he wanted no more painkillers, Pola decided to over rule. Keeping his hand out flat, she rolled her chair back over to the nearby chair, picking up a hypo with a further dosage of bicaridine. "I've giving you more of the pain killer. I'll need you to stay off of the sleeping tablet tonight, if you can't sleep then come over to..." Cutting herself off before she said the next line, Pola blushed slightly. "...um...give me a call and we can grab a coffee. I can keep you company during your insomnia."

"Now, listen I don't need..." He gave the arguement up once he felt the second pinprick along his neck. His mind numbing further he sighed. "Well, doctor's orders I suppose. He winced at the grating of the broken bones. "Keep me company? " He raised an eyebrow and grinned. He thought about teasing her, but regarding the circumstances, he wasn't really in the position to be doing much. He nodded and smiled widely. "Hey, I'm always up for coffee, especially with a lovely woman such as yourself." He realized that the medication was working a little too well. "I'll keep of the meds Pola, no worries. I'd love for you to keep me company...strictly professional company...." He added unconvincingly.

Blushing more, Pola moved her leg under the table to gently brush against Cyrus. Ever since their talk a few days back, they'd been taking things slow, still getting used to eachother. She knew that her focus right now needed to be the repair on his hand, they could deal with the rest later. If they joking helped keep his mind off of what she was doing, the least she could do was try play along. "Strictly professional? Do you normally kiss your work colleagues and cook them intimate dinners?" Smiling as she grabbed an osteogenerator, Pola pulled over a monitor to magnify the bones within Cyrus' hand. She needed to get the realiment correct or they'd have more issues with this in the future.

"Well, only when they are higher rank, irish and have an ass-" He realized the medication was loosening his tongue a little more than it should. "assets such as yours. " He coughed.

Keeping her focus on keeping her hand steady and watching the monitor, Pola watched the refusion of the bones of the finger, taking care of them one by one. Trying to keep him occupied, she kept her questions quick and simple. "Assets? That word alone can only mean one thing when it refers to a woman."

"What?" He asked startled. "Um, no...it can mean a bunch of things...like your determination is an asset..." It sounded weak even to him. He was uncomfortably aware of her leg against his. And resisted the urge to reach down and massage it.

"Hum...you said assets plural...what else did you think is an asset of mine?" She shouldn't be, but Pola was having fun with this. He always seemed to be the one who made her flustered, maybe it was time for pay back. As a small smile played across her lips, she moved to his ring finger, readjust the soft hold she had to keep his hand out straight.

"This..." He grunt in pain. "This is fair...I'm drugged, I can't make comebacks when I'm drugged." He chuckled, only half joking. "Well, you are pretty damn good looking..." His mind was wandering...as his focus came back his eyes got wide. "You know that...uhhh..I...uhhh." He was having a hard time trying to find a way out of his sudden hole that he had dug for himself.

Pola's eyes fluttered across to Cyrus face briefly, a teasing smile on her lips before her eyes moved back to the monitor. "Your pretty good looking yourself sweetheart." Briefly she pressed her leg tighter against his before switching off the regenerator. "Can you try to make a fist for me?"

Reaching his hand down to lay against her leg he smiled. "Not a problem, one sec." He contracted his hand slowly, forcing himself to clench his fist against the stiffness and dull ache of newly healed bones. "It's tough, but I can do it." Beads of sweat protruded from his forehead in the effort it took. He felt as weak as a kitten. "This is kind of embarrassing." he admitted.

Moving the probe of her tricorder across Cyrus' hand, Pola watched the monitor as the scans of the repair started to appear. She tried to ignore his hand on her leg but she could feel the heat of his touch through her uniform trousers. "Ah...um..." Clearing her throat, she tried again, "Don't be embarrassed. Alot of the repair I do is only superficial, the rest is up to your body. The fact that you can make a fist is positive, the bones are properly realigned. Over the next few days you'll find it easier."

Turning off the monitor, Pola moved her eyes to meet Cyrus' brown pair looking over at her. She would still feel the slight flush in her cheeks at the feel of his touch. "I can set you up a physiotherapy session and help you with regular exercises which will help with the stiff feeling."

Cyrus smiled and squeezed his thigh comfotingly. "If you can set me up with the exercises, I should be okay." He looked away from her for a split second before looking back into her eyes. "Thanks again for seeing me on such short notice. I haven't gotten that mad since...Osric...was killed." He sighed, not wanting to bring up the memory yet again.

Pola could see the underlining pain in Cyrus' eyes, realising the memory was still so painful for him. Holding out her hand, she kept her eyes on his before she did anything else. "Do you trust me?"

He scrunched his eyebrows at her as he looked in confusion at the odd question. "Of course I do...more than most." It was true, in the short time he knew her he felt most relaxed around her.

Taking the hand which she had just repaired, turning it so it's palm was up. "Close your eyes and concentrate on the sensation." As she watched Cyrus, Pola started to very lightly trace the lines etched into his palm, watching as she tried to help him relax in this moment in time.

Sore and tender as it was, Cyrus was surprised how carefully she was able to pick up the damaged limb. Her soft touch tingled, almost tickled his hand, but it didn't hurt, though the throbbing heat from the internal wounds was still present. He leaned his head back and gave her leg another soft squeeze. "You certainly know what you're doing..." He chuckled.

Still focusing on the touches against his palm, Pola smiled softly at his words. "I can't fix everything. Despite being a Doctor, not everything is within my capabilities." As she shifted her touch to trail up and down along Cyrus' damaged fingers, the Doctor kept her focus on him. "What I can do is I can help you mend. I help you manage the pain that you feel, I can stand by your side as you struggle to come to terms with what happened and I can be your strength or your distraction, whichever is appropriate to how your feeling." Pola caress wasn't meant to help Cyrus heal, it was meant to distract him, distract him from his thoughts and his pain to give him a momentary chance to focus on something other then the bad, even if it was a simple touch.

His eyes opened momentarily to look at Pola, and he couldn't help but smile. "You are amazing. no joke."

Mirroring Cyrus' smile with one of her own, the flush on Pola's cheeks deepened as she started to very carefully make a fist of the man's hand. She could still feel the resistance but the action seemed easier than it had before. Once the fist was made, she kept the fist against her palm, offered her touch as even a small relief against the pain. "So, coffee tonight?"

"Definately." He smiled and leaned forward, with his free hand he tilted her chin up to kiss her deeply. " I should break my hand more often." He added as the kiss broke away.

As he moved away, Pola kept her eyes closed for a moment as she tried to move past the breath caught in her chest. After a moment or time, she finally felt stable enough to open her eyes, smiling slightly. "No...let's not try that again. If you want to see me just give me a shout, there's no need to resort to injury mo mhuireann."

He laughed, and flexed his mending hand. "I think that's doable." He pushed himself up to his feet with his other hand and smiled. "Shall we? I don't know about you, but I'm perfectly content in not spending all night in sickbay."

Looking across to the time on the monitor, Pola was shocked to realise how late it had gotten. Looking around, she noticed the area was still a mess and chewed her lip thoughtfully. "How about you give me 20 minutes? You can pick the location to meet in."

"Or...I could help you clean." He offered, accidently bumping his hand off the table. Stifing a yelp, he forced himself into a suave pose, the medication had disoriented himself just enough to miss the table with his free hand. Banging his head off the table as he fell he cursed loudly, before starting to laugh.

Feeling a stroke of fear move through her body, Pola moved down to her knees beside Cyrus, placing a hand against his chest as her other hand manipulated the tricorder she had grabbed. "Cyrus? Are you ok?" Hearing his laughter, it unclenched the fear somewhat but still she could feel her heart beating hard.

Struggling to breathe due to his laughter he managed a weak nod. "I....I think I'll meet you in twenty minutes." He replied still chuckling as he rolled onto his back feeling his head for a wound. Other than a goose egg, he'd be fine. "I'll swing by your quarters? I don't want to wake up James. " He continued referring to his roommate.

Still concerned, Pola reached up for a PADD behind her, jotting down some codes. "Here.." Holding out the PADD, she satisfied her through her tricorder readings that everything was ok. "Why don't you head straight for my quarters. These codes will let you in and also give you replicator access if you need anything."

He couldn't help but smile as he slowly stood up and nodded, taking the PADD in the process. "If you insist. I'm not to turn you down if your telling me to go to your room. Beats Jame's snoring. " He laughed. "I appreciate it, I really do."

Watching Cyrus from her position on the floor, Pola carefully watched his movements, noticed that they were still slightly sluggish. The medication shouldn't have had this effect. Moving to her feet, she moved a hand across her hair. "20 minutes...I promise that I won't be any longer."

"Sounds like a plan...now if you excuse me, I have to try and not injure myself any further." Half joking. He walked over to kiss her softly and smiled. " I'll see you in a bit. "

Trying a half smile, Pola still found herself extremely worried about Cyrus. Chewing on her lower lip, she nodded her head in acknowledgement. "Call me if you need me further."

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Lieutenant Pola Ni Dhuinn
Chief Medical Officer
USS Galileo

CWO Kiwosk
Formerly Security Tactical Officer
USS Galileo

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