<div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/jlc1_zps4bfbfaae-1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dr. Kara Gaius<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Med Bay<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Erich, Megan, Perkins, Walters<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>"Let me guess; readiness report, After-battle report, and a list of opinion and grievance caused by what happened on-planet?"</em><br/><br/>Entering the med bay, Kara caught just the last line, but it wasn't the visitors, per-se, that put a scowl on her face. Her patient's position on the other hand, had her glaring daggers at him, and thus everyone else as well. She was never happy when patients did something stupid, especially when they didn't think they'd get caught doing them.<br/><br/>"All of which can be given anywhere<em>other</em>than my med bay," she said sharply. "Megan, you know I get cranky when my patient's don't behave. Do me a favor and reinforce in your Commander, the fact that his Doctor will dope him until he doesn't remember his own name if he can't behave," she added and while her voice sounded sweet, it was<em>too</em>sweet and her eyes were anything but.<br/><br/>Turning her full attention to Erich, she touched his shoulder and pushed. While it wasn't hard, it was clearly an order for him to lay back down, "If you ruin my handy work and make me redo some of those stitches, you won't be awake again until you're healed. So, talk all you like, but lay down while you're doing it."<br/><br/>Glancing at Perkins and Walters - whose introductions she'd missed - she didn't spare them from her steely-eyed glare, "It's all well and good for patients to have visitors, but if he can't behave while talking to you, you'll be booted out of here until/unless you come in wounded yourselves. Everyone clear on the expectations?" she asked in a voice that made it clear that if the answer was<em>No</em>she had no problem kicking them all out.<br/><br/>Waiting until it seemed as if she'd been understood she simply nodded and turned to check Erich's wound. For all of her tough talk and dark looks, her touch was gentle and thorough. Hanging a fresh bag of fluid she injected it with a final round of antibiotics, antitoxins, and painkillers (though not enough of the latter to make Erich feel anything but slightly relaxed) before moving away from the conversation and settling into a desk on the opposite side of the room and starting to go through the notes the assistants would have left her overnight while she was sleeping.