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B'Etor Patterson

AMO Personal Log

B’Etor walked into her quarters and looked around. She moved to the couch and fell onto it, resting her head against the dark purple pillow. She gently touched her upper ridge, wincing from the pain touching brought to her head. She rolled her eyes and tried to get more comfortable.

 

“Computer, start Personal Log, Stardate 0802.15” The computer beeped in acknowledgement and B’Etor winced.

 

“I have been relieved of duty, status post a injury received during our current mission. According to all of the patients we treated, the ship had hit an invisible mine field. We took some damage, but when the ship had hit one of the mines, it rocked the ship violently, causing me to fall across the floor and hit my head on one of the supply cabinets. I proceeded to do my duties, though I knew I had received a cut to my hairline, close to the temporal area of my head.”

 

She sighed and shifted again. Though in pain, she was restless about being relieved of duty. For some reason it didn’t sit well with her.

 

“I triaged with Ensign Wilson as well as Lieutenant Commander Pilot, and all injuries were rather minor, considering the hits that the ship had taken. We had a few moderate cases, a few concussions, a few burns, but all in all, it was not a bad shift. We treated all of the patients in a timely and efficient manner, and thought it was my first major incident, I think I did rather well. Lieutenant Pilot has taught me a few things I didn’t learn while training at Starfleet Medical, and I think his training has made me a better Doctor for it.”

 

Standing up, slowly, she moved to the replicator, getting a glass of water and an ice pack. She lied back down, resting the ice pack on her head, and placing the water on the table.

 

“Once we had cleared the sickbay, I started to get dizzy, causing me to lose balance. Lieutenant Pilot helped me to a bed, where one of other nurses, one I had never met before, helped him assess what injuries I may have had. Though he is ¼ Klingon, and I am ½, my other half, the Romulan half, confused him. Once I assured him that it was natural for my vitals to fluctuate by about 15 percent, he stopped worrying as much and found that I had managed to fracture my third left-sided ridge, had a level two or three concussion. It was a small fracture, but it hurt like Hades. I then requested to rest for a little bit, and was promptly relieved of my duties. I will most likely go back to work tonight, since not working, and feeling useless during an important mission for the ship makes me feel like I am a cry-baby.”

 

She thought about anything she should or could add, realizing that she had the computer enough, and it was time to end it.

 

“Computer, end personal log and file, please.” The computer beeped in acknowledgement and B’Etor hissed, her head throbbing.

Edited by MercyDarkrose

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