<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c7/Imira_Loni.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lieutenant Imira Loni (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Imira_Loni)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Minor Injuries Unit, then proceeding to her office<br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong>Late evening.<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Erica Calhoun, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Imira was still not quite used to it. She was actually the senior medical officer on a Galaxy Class star ship. She had two interns and half a dozen nurses under her command, and she was probably the most junior officer ever to hold the post in Star fleet history! Of course, the fact that Loni had held the rank of Captain in one of his past lives didn't signify. Not to Imira, and not to Star Fleet. Imira knew that it was her own hard work and diligence in obtaining seven doctorates in the medical knowledge of the most common species in the Federation (and her own) that had gained her this post. She grinned as she looked around the shiny new sick-bay, filled with all the top-of-the-range state-of-the-art medical gear, then turned her attention back to the grizzled looking petty officer sitting on the diagnostic bed.<br/><br/>"Nasty", she muttered, looking at his left hand. The skin was a livid red colour from the tip of his index finger to the tip of his thumb, all the way up to his wrist and extending most of the way across the back of his hand. "But nothing we cant sort out". She glanced up at Nurse Tikan, standing nearby. The young Andoran clearly shared her view, or was being a yes-man, because he was nodding. "Nurse, Hand me a DRU?" She held out a hand and the blue skinned male looked startled and turned, to scrabble amongst the various equipment on one of the shelves. He picked something up and the Trill sighed. "No, a Dermal Regenerator Unit. There..." she pointed.<br/><br/>"Sorry, Lieutenant", the nurse shrugged and put down what he had picked up, then retrieved the correct item.<br/><br/>"You'll get there, Tikan", Imira smiled at the young Andoran and set the DRU to Second Degree Burn, then passed it slowly over the injured area. "There you go, Petty officer Falcon, good as new. And in future, either get your coffee cooler or carry it on a tray, hmm?"<br/><br/>"Aye aye Doctor". The PO grinned and flexed his restored hand, "Thanks, and I'll try".<br/><br/>He hopped off the bed and trotted off towards the turbo lift. Imira yawned and checked the time. "Thanks for staying, Tikan, you can go off duty now". She grinned to take the sting out of her next words, "And I would like you please to spend some time reviewing the ship's medical equipment, okay?"<br/><br/>The Andoran blushed, which, Imira thought made him look a really nice royal blue colour, and nodded. "Yes, Doctor, thank you Doctor... good night Doctor". He, too headed for the turbo lift, and Imira stretched herself and headed for her office.<br/><br/>Once seated behind her desk she tapped a lighted pad there. "Computer, record Medical log entry"<br/><br/>"<tt class="bbc_tt">Medical log entry, recording:</tt>" The computer's soft contralto voice replied.<br/><br/>"Chief Medical Officer's Log, Star date four one oh five six point two oh two two. Lieutenant Imira Loni, Chief Medical Officer, recording. Another quiet day in sick bay. Three minor abrasions and a scalded hand." She debated whether to mention Tikan's mistake and decided to let it pass. The boy was young and on his first posting for Star Fleet medical. He didn't need that on his record. Not this time. If it happened again, maybe.<br/><br/>"All conditions successfully treated. Recording end".<br/><br/>"<tt class="bbc_tt">Recording ended.Saved as Medical Log Entry number one oh two.</tt>"<br/><br/>It was quiet, and the off-watch was starting, signified by a soft chime. Most of the medical staff had gone off duty hours ago. Imira was taking the evening shift herself, because she still had a whole load of medical journals and the like to review and this was the best time to do them. She was settling back to read the latest edition of The Lancet from the computer's memory banks when she heard the turbo lift doors open. "Hello?"