Medical History

Posted on Sat May 9th, 2015 @ 2:28am by Commander Bertrand Cuprum & Lieutenant

Mission: Debts to be settled......
Location: Medbay

Lt Bertrand Cuprum's first stop, after greeting the Captain had been Security, where they discussed the issues outstanding. He then headed to Medical, partly to get the Doctor's understanding on the injuries the girl had sustained, but also because... well, he would have to get used to it.

At least the Doctor was normal.

When the door opened to allow him in Bertrand reached out telepathically to his fellow Betazoid. Spoken language could be so tedious.

- Good Morning, Doctor. Chief Tacitcal Officer Bertrand Cuprum. Do you have a moment? -

Bertrand was short and stocky. He looked disheveled despite his best efforts to the contrary. aside form his security uniform he had a glove on his right hand.

~ "Hello there Lt.Bertrand" ~ thought calmly to him. ~"What's on your mind Bertrand?" ~ As he reset the master display to make sure the system was working right now.

Bertrand stopped and sniffed, a frown appearing.

- Have you had a dog in here? And a ... cat? -

~"Yes Ensign Aladdin.was here he is a k-9, not sure on the cat though."~ he looked at him for a minute. ~"Why!"~

Bertrand wrinkled his nose but waved the issue away.

- Not important. I understand you had our Chief Helmsman in here earlier, suffering minor contusions. She was involved in an incident and people were hurt. This has raised concerns naturally, and I need to know from you if there is any mitigating circumstances, medically, that may explain this incident and assure me that it would not re-occur. -

"there are never any guarantees Lieutenant. I cant guarantee it wont ha[[en again but I believe she will be OK." He said quickly to him. "Medicall she might have felt threatened. She is a unique individual being human but with her unique traits and the lack of knowledge on this special conditions of her world I cant give you much to go on."

- On an unrelated note - the tone o dread and foreboding was strong in Bertrand's emotions - I will need to report for a medical regularly. -

He pulled off his glove to show a bionic arm.

- From the crew records, I take it I am in good company with this, though I have a few complications you need to be aware of an monitor. Just don't do what every other Damn CMO does and suggest I think about a replacement limb as if the idea had never occurred to me. -

~Well Lieutenant You seem to have all the information. Why do you need me? As Bionics are concerned it could be simple programming issues or the unit could be faulty.~

Antos looked at the fellow Betazoid. as he grabbed his tricorder and started scanning him and also focused on the trouble areas.

"What problems are you having with the unit?" he asked him as the information populated on the master display. He waited for him to explain more of his situation.

-It's not the unit, per se. The interface is flakey. Sometimes I can place a dart in the 20 five times in a row without fail. Others I can't even pick up a cup of karak without spilling half of it. Some expert told me it is to do with a latent activity of the Borg nanites still in my syst...-

His train of thought stopped suddenly and a wave of remembered fear and pain washed over him. Bertrand closed them off, but that forced him to use speech.

"I assume my incident at Wolf 359 is on the file," he managed through gritted teeth. "That's where I got the damn thing."

"yes it is Lieutenant !" he said quickly. knowing some people are not one for sharing there experiences. I guess i am lucky he is sharing a bit to him he thought.

"I was on the USS Potempkin at Wolf 359. It was the first time any of us had seen a Borg, let alone fought against one. It tore us apart and... well when they got on board they began to tear us apart. They injected us and started cutting us open right there on the floor of the corridor."

Bertrand stopped. The doctor could feel steel walls being placed around the mans emotions. There were notes of his PTSD all over his records.

"When the Potempkin went critical the Drones just beamed off with any they deemed sufficiently converted. That left myself and a handful of partially converted crew who were still able to move and get to escape pods."

"The doctors tried, but we were the first cases they had ever seen, and it was a butcher's job. They were never able to clean out all of the nanites, and for some of us they were required to service artificial organ replacements. They were able to remove the Borg arm I have been given, but every now and again the nanites try to 'fix' this one back the original specs."

"Yeah, then we were limited on knowledge of there structures and all. But we have came alone way since then." He sighed, "We have gotten a lot better on removal of their tech from all body forms. The nanites sometimes give us issues but there are newer treatments to help with removal with them; we can stop the replication of new nanites and were trying new ways of removing them from the cells and other organs."

"I wish you weren't improving," Bertrand admited, flexing his cybernetic hand. "It means you have had more subjects to study."

The doctor looked over his file more "I notice you have had more trouble with alcholism and trying to control the urge. along with poor sleep issues and major depression."

"What have you tried to help deal with the Depression, sleep and drinking?" He asked with all sincerity.

Bertrand winced, "Don't miss a trick, do you doc? It started as reactive depression and PTSD, which led to sleepless nights, which led to self medication... I have been pumped with uppers and blockers, and toppers and stoppers and droppers and... You doctors seem to think everything can be fixed with the right drug or procedure. Cut it out or fill it in. All feels the same as a bottle Scotch and not half as delicious."

"I don't drink on duty. Not any more. Not since the Dominion war. Where you at home when that happened? Nasty business."

"I agree sometimes us doctors go overboard with things," Antos said quickly. "You know we have your best interest at heart, Lieutenant."

"Well, if you are satisfied, I have work to be doing, and I doubt you'll undo two decades of damage in the space of one consult."

"I cant say I am satisfied, Lieutenant. In one form or another your trying to kill yourself; by the drinking or taking meds that were not prescribed for you, and abusing the ones you are supposed to be on. I am going to try and help you, Lieutenant, which wont be easy or a quick cure either," Antos said with a sigh. "You will be doing your duties as normal, but there will be restrictions on drink and drugs; they will be administered by me or one of the staff. And you will have counselor meeting to talk through the problems. Maybe get the PTSD under control along with your drinking problem." Antos said this quickly to the lieutenant. "The meetings can be over subspace with any counselor you chose. or we can try it together here with me."

- I'd rather not broadcast my past over the subspace if it is all the same to you, Doctor. - Bertrand's mind took over again. - I am sick of taking drugs that don't help, or only help for a time. I'd tell you I wasn't going to drink but we both know I'd be lying. I'll do another round of counseling, which I fully expect to be as useless as the last eighteen. -

- As for killing myself, the Borg tried and failed. A bottle of Scotch has no chance. -

~I can't blame you for not wanting to broadcast your past all over subspace but those types of channels are usually are secure.~ He thought back to him. ~I will try and arrange for a counselor to come and see you. And I am not going to fight with you over medications. That's your choice too. I could be worse than other doctors and remove you from duty for further notice and have you taken to a clinic for in-depth treatment on Betazed. I understand the Borg failed, I am sorry that they did not finish the transition or left you alone to be normal.~ Antos thought

Bertrand's mind retreated behind its steel walls.

~I will let you return to light duty for now. This will give you time to think about things and we can discuss treatment options that have came to light since the initial assimilation process, there are plenty of options now to help restore the problems that was caused by the Borg. I am sorry if you think i am being rude or insensitive to the situation. I never gave up on anyone under my care and I wont start now! Just for your information, I am willing to use my powers to help with your PTSD and bad dreams maybe get them locked down to help more productive member of society without the ill effects. I can stop the nanites from replicating and can removed the majority of them leaving enough for essential systems that require them for your life and survival.~

- Doctor... Antos, I know you are. My frustration is not leveled at you or even your profession. Every doctor I serve with tries to be the one to 'fix' me. I have had three times my body weight in nanites flushed from my system over the past twenty years. They just keep rebuilding. Every time I get a new doctor he pulls out his favorite new process that will make my life better. It seldom does. I have had Vulcan's attempt Mind melds to help 'stabilize' my emotional imbalances, but without actually wiping so much of my memory that I would stop being me, there is not a lot that can be done. -

- I will show willing. I will take whatever new drug you prescribe, and whatever counseling you want. -

He put his glove back on with a heavy sigh, - Right now though, I have a computer system to clean and repair and an assault charge to clear up. After all that I might even try and get some sleep before we leave dock. -

~I appreciate your willingness to try and, do what you can, is all I ask."~ Antos said with a small smile. ~" I know that everything that you have been through as medical records show, and I learn more each time I talk to you."~ Antos looked at Bertrand casually. ~"I will allow you to go on normal duty If i see you trying to do anything wrong I will pull you. But as of now you're cleared for Normal Duties. I hope you understand me, and not create another enemy."~ Antos said as he moved away from him as he put the tricorder and diagnostic wand down. ~"Safe journey Lieutenant"~