Medical Visit

Jureth had been avoiding this moment for as long as he possibly could. He had busied himself with preparations of the Polaris, and trying to hash out exactly what services his department could provide to Captain Kheren once the ship was underway. There was also the run-in he'd had with the ship's Chief of Security which really had been his fault for neglecting to do the paperwork he should have done in the first place. Now, there was no avoiding it however, Oseno had grudgingly left the Polaris and made his way down to the Horizon's Sickbay. The doctors on Starbase Lotus had given him explicit instructions to have his regeneration treatments checked as soon as he was able, and he had probably delayed it longer than he should.

As he walked through the doors of Sickbay he was amazed by what he saw. Jureth was used to the sickbays on smaller ships like that Alsea and his first command the Cortez. This medical space was huge. Biobeds lined the wall, and nurses, orderlies and junior medical officers hurried to and fro stocking supplies and checking off lists. As he stood there taking it all in, a young human female with shoulder length brown hair, and wearing a blue medical coat over her uniform stopped to speak to him.

"Can I help you Commander?" she asked in a pleasant voice

Jureth was slightly startled as he had been focused on absorbing the sight of the mammoth Sickbay.

"Oh, um...yes, Commander Oseno reporting for my physical."

"Oh, Commander Oseno, I am Lieutenant Julianne Lowe, I'm told you're my department head."

"Ah Lieutenant Lowe, good to finally meet you."

"Yes Sir, I understand I've been assigned as a medical expert of sorts?"

"Correct, you will provide your expertise as requested and serve as the CMO of our integrated escort the Polaris."

"Ah..then I suppose I had better get her Sickbay squared away hadn't I instead of helping out here!" she said with a smile

"I'll let the Marines know you're coming," Jureth replied

"Marines? Oookay, this is going to be a different command isn't it Sir?"

"Yes Lieutenant, for all of us."

"Well, Lieutenant 011 and 110 is in her office, I'm sure you can report there for your exam."

"Thank you Lieutenant Lowe, and I suspect I will see you later."

"Yes Sir, I'm sure you will."

The young doctor hurried off and Jureth strode over to the Chief Medical Officer's office where he found the ship's Bynar medical officer..officers? Jureth wasn't exactly sure how to address them as he'd never encountered the species before.

"Commander Oseno reporting for medical clearance," he announced.

"Good morning... Commander," they responded together, in turn. "This should be a fairly... straightforward and painless examination."

The Bynar officer's rose from behind their desk. They had just been finishing their report on Captain Kheren, and the Bajoran's timing was quite fortunate.

Together, they shuffled closer to look at the Bajoran and, with an intense yet pleasant gaze, were clearly reviewing the work done by the Starbase's medical staff to remove his former scar. Their gaze shifted between the Commander's face and a PADD that 110 was holding several times. Then they turned to each other, and in a lightning fast, high pitched voice, they communicated something unintelligible before turning to face Commander Oseno again.

"The dermal reconstruction surgery you received... is coming along satisfactorily. If you would please sit on the biobed... we will examine it more closely with our medical tricorder."

"Of course," Jureth replied pleaseantly.

As much as the Bynar pair was studying the Bajoran he was studying them as well. He had never seen two beings work so perfectly in synch. Even Klingon warriors who fought together for years were not as precise. It was an interesting sight to Jureth as he sat down on the biobed.

"I haven't had any residual pain, though not having the scar there has taken some getting used to."

The doctors nodded as 011 ran the scanning node of the medical tricorder that 110 was holding over the skin under Jureth's left eye.

"We can imagine... how you feel Commander. Shortly after we were found... by our Earth parents... we acted out one day... and were separated. It almost killed us... without the other there. They did not know... we do not blame them. Obviously this is not near as drastic... it is a scar... not a partner... but it is a similar feeling:  to have something you're so used to... not be there anymore."

Jureth almost did not know what to day, the gravity of the Bynar's experience was nothing compared to his he supposed.

"I didn't realize that being separated could harm you, I will have to keep that in mind. You are right though, it was something I had gotten used to. I could have had the regeneration done back when it happened, but I wanted a reminder. A reminder of foolish I had been to engage in a drunken brawl, especially with a Cardassian."

The doctors simply nodded, deciding against agreeing too wholeheartedly with the level of foolishness he previously demonstrated. The Bynar were used to always saying whatever was on their collective mind, so the idea of a "bedside manner" had always been a challenge they struggled to work on.

"We imagine scars are a matter... of course in your line of work," they responded. "It seems you may be able to avoid them... as you continue to progress in the command track."

Having finished their scan, they added, "You are as... healthy as can be. Come in weekly for a month... so we can monitor your eye... and inject this... antibiotic daily."

011 then handed him a hypospray with the required dosage of the medicine.

Jureth nodded acknowledging the instructions "Understood," and then he smiled "I don't know about avoiding scars...I was planning on doing some training with our MACO team."

"Well hopefully we don't see you... in here until next week. Not that we don't... enjoy your company," they said, trying to imitate some of the humanoid humor they encountered growing up on Earth. "You are free... to go, Commander," 011 and 110 added.

"Thank you doctor," Jureth replied with a wry smile acknowledging the bynars attempt at humor "I hope not as well."

Oseno exited the office the way he had come, headed back toward his quarters.