revivalproject | A Different Sort Of Housecall

WHO: Tae Takemi, Open
WHERE: Agrii Ship
WHAT: Gifts, Medical Examinations ~~lusting after the scanner beds again~~, Argument With Orange-Faction
WHEN: January 10, 11, 12
WARNINGS: N/A

1. The Lady Doth Protest

"This is ridiculous! No holidays should be interrupting me from my work," Tae grumbles as an Agrii shoves small boxes of gifts into her hands. A stack of them. One like a clothing box, one a bit bigger, and one rather small. And it's driving her up the wall."

"Gift," the Agrii says.

"I have patients I should be-"

"Gifts," the Agrii repeats.

Clearly there is no argument to be made to such underlings like this. She sighs and shakes her head.

"Fine, but then can I-"

"Sky sparkle," the Agrii insisted.

Yep. Okay. Whatever. Tae sighs and moves over to join someone at a blanket on the not-quite-cold snow.

"Can you believe this? I have important work to be doing!"

2. Problematic Patient | Closed to any He Row injured in any manner

There's so much to do, and no clue how much time. That much is clear from the haggard look on the Doctor's face. Because of course she feels exasperated. In addition to trying to introduce the Agrii to the concept of 'regular medical check-ups', she had the other class of patients she had to deal with.

"I really wish they hadn't done this mess when I have so many people to look over already."

Because of course she did. People getting hurt just before they got up here was just something she should have expected. In fact, in this particular moment she's eyeing one of them. And frowning. Arms all crossed over her chest as she tries to stay stern even if she might prefer to be gentle with some of the patients she sees a lot.

"So, pain levels," she says at last. "Let me know what we're working with here."

3. No Weapons In Medical!

"No, absolutely not!"

Anyone entering the Medical Bay at the exact right moment was going to be treated to the sound of Tae's voice cracking whip sharp through the air. Anger, scorn, and no small measure of annoyance, dominated her voice. Which at first is probably all anyone will get of her as they enter, given the fact that an Agrii is standing just inside the door, maybe by only a pace or two, and seems frozen by that tone.

An Agrii with an orange token wrapped around their upper left arm. Mu Ly's faction. An Agrii with a long, sharp looking meat fork tucked into their belt as their nod toward being armed.

Which was, of course, what was setting Dr. Takemi off.

"I don't care who you align yourself with, I don't care what discussions are being had, I don't care who you are trying to emulate. There are no weapons in the Medical Bay!"

The Agrii must try to open their mouth because Tae's just barreling on immediately.

"I am also not particularly interested in hearing you explain what your behaviors have been like in the past. Hospitals and medical spaces are for healing, not harming. You are not welcome in here armed. Leave the weapon outside or just leave. Because I've got enough injuries here amid the physical exams that look like they come from deliberate cuts and jabs, and I'm not tolerating more wounds in here!"

Which of course finally leads to the Agrii backing up toward the door. Apparently the small woman was scaring them off.

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Keith blinked, scrunching his eyebrows together for a moment.

"I uh... well, I hadn't really considered any other alternative," he said. "I'm... I'm kind of on my own now anyway."

God, it hurt to say that out loud. For a good portion of his life, Keith had been on his own, and he thought he could handle having to be that way again, but he was quickly realizing he didn't like it anymore. He'd gotten too used to having his team. And he didn't anymore. Not even the one he'd fallen in love with and married...

Yes, she had noticed that face. The poor boy, separated from those important to him, like so many others. But she's not the sort to get sentimental about that stuff.

"If memory serves, you live in a society. A small one, but one none the less."

So she's basically saying 'ask for help when you need it'.

"Mm." Yeah... he knew that one. Had heard similar things before, especially from Shiro. Keith had always had trouble fitting in to a group.

"I was never really good at living in a society," he said softly, and then sighed heavily. "I don't know who to ask." There were other people who were more connected with other than him. He was the loner. Out of the others who'd been around during his time here, he was the least social, and the least able to make connections.

"Start with the first person you see. Then try the second. And so on," she suggests. Works well enough she would hope.

But there were so many evasive people here, so who knows.

Considering that Keith tended to be one of those evasive people sometimes, the actual asking part was the hard part. He pursed his lips for a second, debating if he wanted to even argue this right now... and that answer in his head definitely ended up being a solid 'no'. So, he just... resigned himself for the moment.

"Yeah," he said. "Sounds simple." Though, really... for someone like him, it really wasn't. He wasn't going to push, though.

"Thanks," he added quickly, his tone quiet, before moving to head out.

"You're welcome," she says softly. "Check back here if you find any new issues. Or you need pain or sleep medications."

She too had noted the lack of a certain name on their records. Maybe she hadn't known the man's partner, but she was still suggesting her door was open if Keith needed it. Thankfully not for talking. She was not the one to do that shit.

He nodded again.

"Yeah." Sleep meds might not be a bad idea. He'd been having issues with that since he'd found out Lance was gone. He'd ask later.

"I'll let you know... otherwise, if everything's fine, I'll see you again in a week." Reminding himself of the next follow up...

He managed a weak smile before making his way out.

Tae offers a nod and a brief salute back, but she wasn't fully paying attention, already moving on to writing up her report of the whole thing.

A Different Sort Of Housecall

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