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WHO: Re-L Mayer & Bones
WHERE: MedBay Probably
WHEN: February 1st
WHAT: Re-L was injured in the course of the Oros Mission - decides to trust Bones enough to have him make sure she's not too messed up.
WARNINGS: Probably minor ones for language, maybe mentions of blood? Nothing too major either way I don't believe. Will update if needed.

The trek back from the mission hadn't at all been what she'd been expecting. Of course, nothing like that could ever go to plan, that much she had been aware of, but considering all that had followed... Let's just say she'd spent the entire ride back to the Eluvio in a constant, bitter as all hell, silence. The source of her bad mood came from much more than the fact that she was down an arm as soon as they heard about thermonuclear explosions along the planet's surface - explosions that had been allowed because they'd infiltrated and had taken down the guarding security structure. Her own world was much the same as Oros would now be - entirely uninhabitable with a select few sent to space to both escape and, maybe, one day reclaim their home planet.

She's been given express orders, multiple times, that she would not be included on the mission to bring back Trilk and Feks that wished to come along with them, and to seek out medical before her arm had time to get worse.

Bones receives a begrudging message on the morning that they are due to return to the Eluvio, crisp as usual:

I need you to look at this arm. It's already probably had too long without real medical attention, but it's better than nothing.

Her regular rate of healing means that the injury is already beginning to heal up, the early stages, but still much more than a regular human by her every estimation and just.. well, by observing how everyone else is healing up. There's a slight concern, as she boards the Enterprise, holding her side for lack of a proper sling, that it may have healed too much already when it shouldn't have, but she tries to push that thought back for now. There wasn't much time to think about all of that at the moment, not with everything else going on.

The sooner that she could be back in action, the better.

Bones comes in to view and she gives a rather stark nod hello - then straight to business.

"I'm concerned this may have been left too long."

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Upon receiving that message and going through the rescue efforts himself, he couldn't help but frown. Damn kids goin' and gettin' themselves hurt. Just like Jim. It seemed all of them had some kind of death wish. But he wouldn't say anything. Not when he knew Re-L was already flighty about medical care. He saw that the day they met. Which was why he kept his reply simple and to the point.

Understood. I'll prepare medical for you to get here. Glad you are in one piece. For the most part.

Leonard hated anyone he knew getting injured, but he hated the notion of young people having to do crazy things as well. So he simply got the tools out he would need to assess the damage and mend the bones if necessary. He shooed most of the staff away that moved like gelatinous goop and went to the shuttle to meet her when she arrived.

When he sees her arrive, he had his tricorder out immediately. Running scans on vitals, he takes in the readings he knows are due to her differences in physiology and then nods slowly. "Yeah. Regenerative speed aside, if it heals wrong that'll just cause more issues." Not to mention whatever bacterias might be on the surface.

"C'mon. I'll get you to medical and we'll fix it right up. Tell me how you got injured?" Half the battle of understanding an injury was knowin' how they got it as well.

She's still mulling over all that's happened and is happening with the Trilk and Fek as she leaves the shuttle to walk in to the Enterprise - a part of her feels massively guilty, if only because she had played such a large part in getting rid of the defense grid that had allowed all of this to happen in the first place. The other soothes that it is misplaced guilt, as it was those on the Eluvio who, had they known and not asked them to refrain from taking down the grid, were ultimately responsible. And even if they hadn't known? If they hadn't been sent down to retrieve some tiny cube off of the planet, then more than likely none of this would have happened anyways.

Either way, her brow is furrowed as she moves on to the ship, taking in those around her more for a roll call than actually considering them, mind too caught up in trying to riddle everything out for herself.

At least until that tricorder is out, and then she's looking at it like it might bite her, or something similar, ready to have him patch her up but also not entirely sure what this medical technology would look like when compared to what she was actually used to. "I just don't want to go about catching any alien plagues on top of this arm being out of commission until it heals up." She's definitely thought about what kinds of bacterias may have been able to survive past her many cleanings, no matter how much they'd hurt to do on her own, when someone hadn't bullied it out of her hands.

"We were within the base and, so far as I can tell by it, I think I got hit by a ricochet. It's not a clean injury like it would've been if it had been a straight shot injury.. I'm pretty sure I might've picked a sliver of bone out of it once, cleaning it, so.. that doesn't bode well of course." Yes, she'd insisted on doing even those kinds of things herself, McCoy, but he's probably not at all surprised by that. She pauses, for a moment, to consider if he may need more information past what she had given him, and then mentions -

"I do still have some movement in my hand, but it's by no means my usual dexterity or grip."

"Ricochet? Are they using projectile type ammunition?" The thought seemed so archaic to him after using a phaser for so many years. Moving to the side, he motioned for her to follow him. He was pouring over the quick scan of information and led them to the turbolift. "Is there anything too out of the ordinary from human physiology that I need to know? Allergies? Reactions to certain medications and the like?"

Cover the bases. Don't cause more problems for the patient. But he mostly didn't want to pry into her life as he saw that subtle reaction to the tricorder and thus kept it short. "Might be nerve damage or tendons damaged. Either way, I will know better when I can get an x-ray and surmise the damage."

Sighing at the communicator, he opened up the lift and waited for her to go in first. The manners of a gentleman were ingrained too deep for him to not let her go first. Hitting the needed functions, he arched a brow.

"Captain..." He felt strange not using their communicators to be honest. "Could you meet me in medical? I might need some help with an injured patient."

He looked up at Re-L and smiled a little. "He'll just hand me stuff. You might enjoy his company for all you know."

It should be no surprise that Jim's answer came a little too quickly. While he had his assigned job at the bar, he had far too much free time on his hands now than he did as the captain of a crew of hundreds. Not that he liked his current situation particularly. He might've been busy and maybe slightly overworked before, but at least he felt like he had some kind of purpose. Here, most days it just felt like he was wasting away his time.

So any chance to break the monotony was something he welcomed all too promptly, especially when it also meant helping Bones with whatever he might need from him. God knows the good doctor tended to him far more often than Jim ever did him, so.

"I'm on my way, doctor," he answered with a slight lilt to the last word, then promptly made his way to medical, where Bones would find him poking around the few devices he did know how to use.

"To be honest with you? I wasn't paying all that much attention after I got tagged in the jaw trying to get the hell out first - this happened shortly after when I stopped to shoot it back.." It wasn't all that uncommon for people to forget the exact sequence of events when they were fighting for their lives, after all. Or at least she'd felt like she had, even if it hadn't ended up all that bad. Her jaw was bruised underneath her make-up, but that was about it, the split in her lip had healed over pretty damn considerably. Over all, she wouldn't be asking Bones to check out that injury, considering she could still eat without pain and the rest. He asks about allergies and she takes a moment to think, and then shakes her head 'no.' "No, none that Daedalus ever noted to me at least."

"That's what I was afraid of.." It's muttered, and inwardly she curses herself for allowing herself to get hit, for the thousandth time, even if it wasn't wholly avoidable unless she had the reflexes of Vincent Law. As much as she would love to have his reflexes? Unfortunately she did not. The teen doesn't need prompting to take her place on the elevator, tucking herself in to the back and standing as rigidly as she would've had she been back in Romdeau.

Tense? Re-L Mayer? Never.

"You're calling the captain to pass you tools in medical?" There's a bit of an eyebrow raise, even in her tone, if Bones doesn't feel like turning to look at her. She would prefer to meet the captain in a better state, if she's honest, but there's not really time to question anything right now. Not if she wanted to get these things taken care of, at least. She's smart enough to temper her reactions a bit, at least, so she didn't totally piss him off. "Well at least I made an effort to not look like a totally battered woman."

That's an attempt at a joke, and a lame one at that.

"Happens. Just helps to get a vague idea of how and what happened." He said lighter while skimming the read outs a little more. "Tryin' not to invade too much of your privacy. But sometimes I need a good working knowledge of what I'm doing. I might be able to do this without pryin' much, but I want to give you the best care as well."

At least she had no known allergies. He'd just have to watch carefully for reactions and anything else with adverse effects. Hopefully the accelerated healing didn't mend the bone in the wrong position. Breaking it to reset would be terrible in any scenario. "I'm sure it won't be too bad."

Not that he liked talking too positive. Instead, he moved past the statement to the one she said about Jim. "He's my best friend as well as my captain. And the only one here. So I trust him to do it right and not meddle. Never know with those drone like crew members from the Eluvio.

But then he stopped and gave her an odd look. "Are you meanin' to impress him for some reason?" And why did that make his pretty easy mood feel off suddenly?

Shaking his head, he stepped off the lift and moved to Medical only to offer Jim a distracted nod as he pushed that strange thought out of his head. "Jim, this is Re-L Mayer. She got hurt in her mission planet side. I need to get an x-ray of the wound and check for damage." He waved to one of the tools he needed for that then pat the biobed. "Have a seat, Re-L. We'll get this over with and have you all patched up."

Jim turned to the door as it swooshed open, smiling briefly as he nodded at the doctor, then glanced at the woman coming in with him. "Jim Kirk. Nice to meet you."

He set down some tool he had in his hand before making his way over to Bones with the one he'd gestured at, handing it over along with the diagnostic wrap. He figured that'd be the easiest way for Bones to scan the damage to her arm. He may be no doctor but he did have some basic knowledge of how most of these instruments worked, so.

He nodded at her arm, looking up at her. "How bad does it hurt?"

"I'd rather it be invaded to fix this than general curiosity." In other words, she'd give him all the medical information that she knew of if he asked for it to make sure her arm worked correctly. In a place like this where fighting was the expectation, as she took it now, there was no time other than the time it took to heal to not have full mobility. She knew she was thorny about doctors - but he hadn't given her any reason to be thorny in particular to him just yet.

"I don't heal as quickly as Vincent and that may be a save for me, in this particular situation. Otherwise, I'd be cursing it, I'm sure." Though, on that note, she seems to think in the same direction and makes a mental, as well as verbal note to them both. "If re-breaking it is what needs to happen, then it's what needs to happen."

"That's fortunate for you, then. Having someone familiar." She notes it casually, though it could've very well been a note of jealousy from someone else. All in all, Re-L doesn't really mind working alone, except for the fact that she knows no one's motivations on this ship and that's, truly, what bothers her the most. Though, there might be a slight smirk of a smile as he asks about impressing Jim, shrugging her shoulders. "First impressions, you know what they say."

It's more a matter of her pride than anything else, but naturally no such words make it out of her mouth. She gives Jim a cool nod as they step out of the elevator, taking a moment to dart her eyes around all of the medical equipment around. Nothing too unlike what she was used to, which is a good sign. "I think you'll understand what I mean what I say I could've waited to meet you at the bar, since McCoy says that's now your day job." She's good natured (for Re-L) about all of this for now, at least, hopping up on the table with relative ease.

"It was worse when it happened a few days ago. I think by now the nerves have had time to settle out a little.. though I think the joke about my 'new' red uniform may outlast my time here." Thankfully Sombra had given her something else to focus on until she'd met up with Cassian for a field dressing, out on Oros. Otherwise she wasn't sure how the tail end of that mission would've gone.

Really, pushing Jim to be his 'assistant' in medical really seemed to be taking it in stride. Well, that helped. And maybe he liked that Jim didn't mind giving him a hand. But for now, he is trying to focus on his work. Arching a brow slightly at Re-L, he spared a small smile. Yeah, he didn't know if he could be this damn calm about anything if Jim hadn't been there.

Taking the tool from Jim, he expanded the screen as it threw up a 3D x-ray of her arm. The computer threw up a few readings as he noted of some debris still in the muscle before zeroing in on the injury to the bone. "Well it looks like I won't have to necessarily break it. But it did a fine job of chipping the bone." Tapping a few commands on the device, the scan moved to a screen for the biobed as he put it away. "I'm going to have to remove the bone fragments and flak that got caught in there. But it looks like you got the projectile that hit you out. I can use a regenerater to make the bone as good as new, but I won't lie, the process hurts like hell."

Taking the wrap from Jim, he smiled at him just a little. "Thanks, Jim." Turning his attention back to Re-L, "But the stuff left in the wound would definitely hurt. Not to mention the nerve damage I picked up in the scan. This'll help while I get the things I need to fix the bone and remove the things in your arm."

Jim lets out a faint groan and rolls his eyes a little at her remark, although he's quick enough to smile again. "Don't remind me. Not that I don't like bars and drinks, but they could've definitely found something better for me to do." Not that he'd say it's beneath him or that he's in any way better than a bartender, but he does have the knowledge and skills to do a much more relevant job while on board a starship. Fine, don't make him a commanding officer if they don't want him having that much power and access on board the ship, but there has to be something better for him to do than mixing drinks.

Stepping closer to the doctor, he peers over his shoulder so he can take a look at the scans, slowly trying to learn a little more about how each tool works. He knows he'll by no means become a proper nurse (and definitely no doctor), but he can do his best to help Bones while he has no one else to assist him.

Besides, he likes having something useful to do as much as he enjoys Bones's company, so.

"Looks like you heal pretty fast," Jim notes, an observation rather than an accusation. With all the things he's seen around the galaxy, this is far from the strangest or more suspicious. In the meantime he follows Bones so he can help him gather any tools he might need to fix her arm.

"It's fair, though. I was an investigator in the dome, and here they have me selling notebooks that are practically stone tablets compared to the one I came with.." It was like going from being a cop to playing at toddler toys, if she's honest, but it was better than sitting around and staring at walls, and she had a feeling that the Eluvio crew wouldn't allow her in to their ranks as an investigator unless she sold her soul to them or something equally ridiculous. Call it a hunch. Re-L makes a quiet 'oh' of surprise as the 3D x-ray comes up, taking a look for herself and looking every bit as impressed by Bones' technology as she could be. Even Daedalus didn't have something like that, and she's thought they'd been at the pinnacle of medical technology. Goes to show what the hell she knew.

"I thought I'd gotten it - but.. I didn't want to dig any further than I already had on an alien planet with who the hell knew what bacteria wise going on.. " She pauses to think over what he's just put in her lap, nodding as she processes, vaguely chewing on her lip. "As much as I would normally say to let it heal on it's own, I don't trust that I have that kind of time to spare before the next calamity on this fleet... So it looks like I'm sucking it up and enduring."

Jim comments on how quickly she heals and there's a spare moment where her eyes dart to him as if debating what to say, but decides to shrug and give a simple explanation.

"That's just my genetics. I don't know if it's a lucky thing or not, but I'm sure my doctor had fun playing with that attribute."

"Notebooks?" He paused in his work and gave her a funny look. Of all the things, notebooks? It seemed well, ludicrous. Where he hated his own 'job' at least his made sense. Shaking his head in irritation, he got back on task and caught the tools he would need to get the debris out of her arm. "Is there a certain level of pain medication or local anesthesia you need for your metabolic rate?"

Looking over his shoulder, he nodded to the med kit with the hypospray in it. Once he had a good idea of her tolerance, he'd deaden the nerves around the wound so he could surgically remove what was caught up under the skin. "Best not to dig around blindly... that's what causes nerve damage if you don't know what your diggin' for."

Smirking just a little at her words, he looked at Jim. "See? She gets it." He smiled to take the edge off of that teasing remark before pulling out the anesthesia and loading it into the hypospray. "And doctors shouldn't 'play' with genetics." Pot meet kettle. He couldn't even look at Jim after saying that...

But not even hell in all it's fury could convince him that he'd been wrong in bringing Jim back. He'd flip 'em off in a heart beat for tryin'. But she didn't need to know that. Obviously he only 'played at God' when it came to Jim.

"Guess I'm not the only one assigned to a ridiculous job, at least," Jim huffs and shakes his head. He knew that much already, though. He's been hearing and asking about other people's jobs since he got here, and honestly a few times he found himself actually glad for the one he got. With some of the options out there, he often thinks how lucky he is that he's just a bartender.

Not to mention that even on a part-time schedule he still gets some pretty decent tips. Guess being hot and friendly pays off, rather literally in this particular case. And since Jim's far from the kind to spend money needlessly, it means he's been saving up an ever growing amount of money on his account.

He loads up the hypospray for Bones and hands it over, raising his eyebrows at both the teasing remark and the claim about genetics that follows. Not that Bones played with genetics per se; strictly speaking he just gave Jim a blood transfusion that cleared the radiation from his system and saved him. The fact he was dead already when Bones did that was just a minor detail he was more than glad to overlook.

"Might not be such a good thing this time around, huh? But it's got to be handy when you get paper cuts."

"I know, right?" The face Bones makes seems to amuse her, at least, quirking the corner of her lips up for a moment before they fall back in to neutrality again. There's a moment's pause as she thinks about things to do with anesthesia and metabolic rates, trying to remember if Daedalus had ever spoken to her about those kinds of things. Really, every time she'd been injured that badly? Well, she'd woken up and everything had been taken care of. So there's a shake of her head 'no,' even though she's not really proud of that. "Not that I'm aware of. Most likely a little bit more than regular people. The last time anything major happened I woke up and then was spirited out of the dome just fine, so.."

That was an incident for possibly another time, because who the hell wants to talk about assassination right now? Not Re-L Mayer. "I know. But it's a little hard to do when you can see obvious bits of bone hanging out and you're on some alien planet with a bunch of people you don't even know." Though his comment about playing in genetics? That may get a bit of a genuine amusement.

"There was no helping it, really. If you can't procreate the normal way, someone has to step in. .. I don't know if the thought was to help me with paper cuts, but it definitely helped when it came to recovery.. what, 2 times? Before I left the dome for the last time."

He noted that expression. His mind mentally catalogued it away in that file that told him that he wasn't entirely untrustworthy to her anymore. But then, if she had a doctor that liked to manipulate her and her genes, he understood her aversion to them. He'd just have to be ridiculously transparent. And play it by ear if her own knowledge of her body was any indicator of how he had to proceed.

Quickly going through the calculations of her metabolic rate the tricorder picked up, he came up with a dose and dialed it into the hypospray. He went lower to be on the safer side before leaning in to press it to her neck on the same side as the injured arm. "It's gonna sting, but only a second. The dermal layers of the skin in the arm should go numb. I'm gonna have to work fast if your body gets rid of the effects fast. I can't guarantee I'll get this perfect as I'm erring on the side of caution. You'll just have to tell me if it was too weak, too strong, or just enough for future reference."

With that warning, he injected the anesthesia and put the hypospray aside. Without a thought, he pulled Jim closer and placed the protoplaser, and some cleaning tools in his hands. Then he cleaned the skin, disinfecting it before he pulled out a surgical tool. He didn't like open surgery, even small scale, but sometimes it was unavoidable. Without looking at either of them, he followed the three dimensional display as he started to make an incision.

He removed the first fragment easily and rolled his eyes at her comment. "Sure. Cause digging in your own wound is a better idea if you're in your bedroom." Not that he didn't admit she was in the middle of a mission, but still.

The next fragment was removed quickly before he went for the final piece. Once it was also taken out he put the surgical tool down and grabbed the cleaning items from Jim. "Just get in for treatment as soon as you can so we can avoid reopening the wound like this in the future. Jim, set up the hypospray with a dose of antibiotics I listed out on the tricorder." Were the only words he murmured to the blonde as he took the protoplaser from him so he could start closing up the wound he'd made as well as mend any other tissue damage left from the initial wound.

This is the part Jim can't help much with. He limits himself to handing Bones any tools he might need, then holding whatever he tells him to. He moves easily into the stance Bones needs him in, watching attentively and in complete silence as the doctor does his work with the same perfection and precision as ever.

His eye's still on Re-L, just in case. He's got a feeling she can handle pain just fine if the anaesthesia doesn't work as it should, but still it doesn't hurt to be ready to hold her down if she winces or pulls away. It'd make Bones's job that much harder, not to mention cause even more damage to her arm.

He eases up a little as Bones's work moves along smoothly, and once he starts cleaning and closing the wound, he nods and puts down the leftover tools before reaching for the hypospray, checking the tricorder and then loading up the listed antibiotics. He shoots Re-L a look while he does that, asking conversationally more than anything. "What's the dome? If you don't mind me asking."

At some point, Re-L ws going to have to learn how to trust a doctor - another doctor - whatever. That's not to say that if, somehow, Daedalus became revived and appeared on the Eluvio that sh wouldn't go to him when ill, but.. she may sneak in a visit to Bones, too. The fact that Daedalus had betrayed and stretched her trust had been a shock at the time, but, looking back on it she found it not to be all that shocking. The worst had been his creation of Real, and even now she wasn't particularly interested in thinking about that too long. McCoy explains what he's doing, and she gives a light nod, trying to maintain a certain level of calm despite how much she wasn't a fan of foreign instruments at her neck. "Understood. I'll let you know."

The effect of the hypospray spreads quickly, which is nice enough, though instead of watching what Bones is up to she closes her eyes, maintaining even keel breathing with a certain determination. "I can tell you it was the least enjoyable thing I've done in recent memory, but considering that I didn't know how long it would be until we were off planet I thought it best to at least remove the obvious bits." She pauses, for a moment, and then reports to Bones in a removed voice: "Maybe dial a little further up, next time. It's not incredibly painful but there's slight twinges."

Re-L's version of "slight twinges" is negligible, though, as she'd refuse to show it too much even if she felt every damn thing he did in stupid levels of pride.

It takes a moment for Jim's question to break through her concentration on her breathing, but once it does, she opens her eyes again to look over at him, as if it might seem too casual to just throw all of this out there for him without being able to gauge his expressions too. "My home, back in my world, was a domed city named Romdeau.. also referred to as 'The Cradle' from time to time. We lived in domes due to the Earth outside being a deadly, dusty, germ infested, nuclear wasteland. There used to be more cities than Romdeau but.. they were conquered or died off on their own."

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