Physical Therapy ((Precip/t'Tamarak))

[Jaiysa t'Tamarak 0]

Jaiysa watched as Eva Jaz turned and left Erei'riov Precip's room in the Manticore's sickbay, then turned her dark eyes back on the immobilized Bolian lying stretched upon the biobed. It seemed, given the recent leave which the lloann'na officers had been offered and the discussion which Eva had just had with Precip, that Jaiysa would be taking over treatment of the Manticore Security chief for the time being.

 

His injury was, really, comparatively simple when laid against the neurological damage which those in the "Core" had suffered; the systems of a limb versus the systems of the brain were somewhat less complex in their organization. That being said, the regrowing and retraining of an entire leg back to the level of activity necessary for a career such as Precip's was not a trivial question, and as such, Jaiysa appreciated the challenge involved. Better than sitting out at the main bay consoles and allowing her somewhat wearied mind to drift back to what it had experienced on Oppo...

 

She shook herself slightly and reached for the biobed, tapping up his chart and glancing at it quickly. "As I believe Maenek Jaz already informed you, rekkhai," she begin, with a characteristic lack of preamble, catching Precip's gaze with a sharp look of her own, "you will need a fair amount of physical therapy if you hope to bring your leg back to its former level of usefulness. Without it, your muscles will stiffen as they heal and will not regain the necessary strength."

 

Mitar had set down his Security Log PADD and had the Doctor's full attention.

 

"I had a feeling that would be the case. I honestly do not know how they did what they did (doctors) but I understand one just doesn't walk out of major surgery without consequences. Pardon me asking...I did not participate on the medical mission to Romulus..what is a rekkhai and maenek? Without understanding you I may be at a disadvantage."

 

"Sir and...doctor, roughly," Jaiysa grunted, the slowly dissipating remainders of her aphasia causing a slight pause before the words. Shaking her head slightly, she turned to tap the console again lightly, beginning to sort through potential therapy options.

 

"I haven't dealt much with Romulans...You are the first one I have been in proximity to since..." Precip looked up to Jaisya and froze a moment looking at her, then returned his glance downward. "A regrettable incident...you see I killed one of your people on this ship...Since your arrival on Manticore..it's been a bit odd for me..."

 

Jaiysa's movement stilled for a moment and she turned to look back at Precip with a slightly narrow-eyed look. A tight smile quirked at the corner of her lips, and she made a slight gesture with her head to indicate his collar -- rank and color. "I'd imagine it goes with the job, rekkhai. I can hardly hold it against you...unless you intend to kill me on this ship as well, that is..." A possibility, perhaps, but not one to worry about just yet. After all, he could barely walk at the moment, and she had more important things to think about. "Besides...you can hardly think there have been no lloann'na deaths in the Rihan Empire as well." Her head cocked slightly and she puffed an almost-snort out through her nose. "I understand your position better than you would guess..."

 

Quickly she turned away and looked at the list which the computer had compiled for her. "You'll be continuing on a drug treatment to facilitate the strengthening of the regrown bone and muscle; beyond that, your therapy will be partially dependent on the extent to which you feel capable of using the leg. I can provide you with exercises, stretches...a regimen of walking, or swimming perhaps; things which will engage the muscles without placing more than due strain on the new tissues. Whether you'll return to full capacity..." She shrugged slightly. "We'll know within a few weeks for certain; for the time being, crutches and a brace should suffice to move you -- slowly -- into duty activities again."

 

Precip felt better; he had gotten something off his chest finally...to another Romulan he could tell. "Exercise...Sounds like a plan. One thing though...a lloann'na -- what's that again?"