At the word "Dismissed", Jemarr nearly fell asleep on the spot, as the tension drained from his body and his brain recognised that he need no longer be alert. He managed to remain awake, though, and gave the senior officers a polite bow before slipping out of the comms room. He passed Anastasia and Xeia on the way out, giving them both his smile-gesture and letting them know that he was on his way to Doctor Chakwas's surgery.<br/><br/>Soon enough, he had stepped into the Normandy's medical bay, where Doctor Chakwas was examining some charts of Commander Shepard's brainwave activity. She quickly closed the files and gave the quarian a welcoming smile. "Hello there, friend," she greeted him, gesturing him to a seat in front of her desk. "The Captain told me there was a quarian on board, but I told him that if there were, he'd be in my office already." Her eyes twinkled genially as she joked with the quarian.<br/><br/>Jemarr laughed and bowed to the doctor. "I waited three whole hours - that's surely a record for my people. I am Jemarr'Kris nar Kesselyn, and you must be my new best friend, Doctor Chakwas." He took the offered seat and looked around the medical bay. "In truth, I'm not expecting much trouble from a controlled environment like the Normandy, but I picked up an infection on Eden Prime that I'd like you to take a look at. Do you have encounter suit interface equipment here?"<br/><br/>Doctor Chakwas nodded and pointed her omni-tool at Jemarr, pressing a few buttons on the holographic control panel. "Xenobiology is a major component of Alliance medical training, and I downloaded the appropriate software from the extranet while I was tending to the Commander. I'll need Medical Administrator access to your suit if I'm to help you."<br/><br/>Jemarr directed his own omni-tool towards the doctor's and gave her the requested access privileges. He knew that this gave her access to all of his suit's functions save for the ones that allowed him to speak, breathe and walk, and he shivered at the feeling of nakedness and vulnerability that this induced. He imagined Doctor Chakwas's fingers prodding his body as she made her examination of the suit's systems, although he couldn't actually feel a thing. Still, she was a doctor, and, more importantly, the Normandy's doctor, and it would not do to distrust the doctor of the ship where he was a guest.<br/><br/>"I see the infection," she informed him as she made her diagnostic search. "It looks like some Eden Prime bacteria entered the wound before your suit sealed the breach, five hours and seventeen minutes ago. I'll have to clean the wound and apply some achiral antibiotics. Lie down on the surgical bench and I'll bring the encounter suit surgical module over."<br/><br/>The quarian did as he was told, stretching out the injured foot and doing his best to relax without falling asleep. Doctor Chakwas rolled a small wheeled unit over to the bench and wrapped an attachment around his foot, forming a perfect vacuum seal with his suit.<br/><br/>"Your suit's mechanics are old, but its computer system is very up-to-date. I'm impressed - it's giving me medical feedback in seconds that would take minutes for a human on my systems. It's clearly optimised for your particular physiology. Ingenious." She activated some controls on the machine, spraying the wound with a dose of local anaesthetic before sending in micro-scalpels to clean the wound.<br/><br/>She continued to speak while the machine worked, to distract her patient from the mild discomfort the surgery would cause. "I'll check your metabolic report while you're here. You do have some fascinating software on here. Blood sugar monitor, adrenaline regulator, something called 'The Pilgrimage of Marlin'Rees nar Innocence'..." The doctor raised an eyebrow as she peered at the young quarian.<br/><br/>Jemarr blushed, his heartrate rising slightly on the doctor's monitors. "That's a... um... it's a historical documentary. It... documents Marlin's pilgrimage, where he visits a number of planets all across the galaxy, and... documents his adventures there. It's a documentary," he added helpfully.<br/><br/>"Is it really?" mused Doctor Chakwas as she withdrew the micro-scalpels and inserted a tube of antibiotics into the machine, instructing it to apply the antibiotic gel to the newly cleansed wound. "A marine told me last week that Fornax was a xenobiology textbook." She patted him on the shoulder as she disengaged the machine. "Don't worry, Jemarr, everything that comes into this office is in strict confidence. Besides, I found a copy of Fornax: Krogasm Edition in the mess hall the other day. I don't think anything you have is quite that strange."<br/><br/>Jemarr nodded as he swung his legs off the surgical bench, and made a mental note to remove "Marlin's Tuchankan Vacation" from his suit as soon as he'd finished watching it. "Thank you, doctor, my ankle feels better already," he said, putting his weight on it without discomfort.<br/><br/>Doctor Chakwas smiled and passed him a small data packet. "Here are my recommendations for the next few days. You need plenty of sleep and no more stimulants. Make sure you have enough to eat, too - I'm sure nobody will object to your taking our late Spectre's nutrient supplies. I didn't detect any other injuries from your encounter with the geth, though - you're very fortunate. Good luck in the Hydra Maelstrom, Jemarr. Come and see me again if you have any more trouble."<br/><br/>Jemarr thanked the doctor profusely and strode out of the surgery, glad to be able to put his full weight on his ankle again. He consulted the map of the ship and made his way towards the elevator, heading for Lieutenant Black's quarters.