"What do you mean I need a brain scan?" McCoy asked, as Pring and Charvanek entered sick bay.
"Well," Cameron said. "It's been a long time coming."
"No, it hasn't," McCoy said. "You didn't answer my question."
"You may be physically healthy but the human brain is a different story and we don't have the equipment to make sure it is in good condition." McCoy sighed, his arms folded, drooping his head. "How long ago did you get the last one?"
"The day you were born." McCoy raised his head up.
"Ah, so,the day you returned to society." Cameron said.
"You are not that old." McCoy said.
"I haven't checked your medical files but I can be assured the last time you would willingly allow for a brain scan was when you were least yourself," Cameron said. "Is that not a reasonable guess?"
"Reasonable enough." McCoy said, as Charvanek comes over to a empty biobed and is attended by Nurse Pallet. "Why don't you guys have a brain scanner installed here anyway?" He gestured to around the room. "Wouldn't you be prepared for that? Let alone for a rare, improvised surgery."
The entire situation with Jim before her arrival was well known. The director of the nursing home,Christine Chapel, had grilled Alice Cameron before selecting her as the new doctor of the facility. She could still remember sitting in the chair in front of the desk seeing the old, but respectable older woman glaring through her. The entire facility was built on trust. Christine had worked her way through medicaid, going from Nurse to Doctor to switching her career track back to nursing and founding Sweet Hill Nursing Home. She was one of the founders besides Admiral Phlox, Admiral Lisa Adams,and Admiral Robert Green. Christine still had the picture of the group in the office. She had casually mentioned how she wanted to spend her last days in a comforting place without her grandchildren wanting to be towering over her and that she was honestly glad that her grandson Christopher Chapel was reassigned from the place. She also mentioned how if she didn't go there to give an example of how the public could trust the facility they were likely to be shut down and have all the elderly transferred somewhere else that wouldn't be as comfortable and relaxing. Cameron could still recall being horrified, after reading the files of the various elderly including their condition, knowing how painful it would be for all of them to be permanently moved.
"Bones," Cameron said. "That was under a different circumstance. Nurse Gilbert will be taking you to the hospital for the scan."
"And it only takes minutes for the scan to reach here!" McCoy said. "How pointless is that?" He unfolded his arms. "It takes two hours to get down to the city. Two hours!" He held up two of his fingers. "That's less than the recievin' time."
Nurse Pallet applied the hypospray to the corner of Charvanek's neck. She lowered the device down to her hand with a unusual expression on her face looking over toward the direction that T'Pring was. Pallet stared right through the woman then turned her head in the direction of the Romulan. Note to self, Pallet began to think, follow procedure. It was generally noted in Nursing Class, that whenever the opportunity arose, that the hallucinating Romulans were not to be alarmed. It was strongly recommended not to alarm them. The chapter went into further detail of how Romulans aged which was different to Vulcans but most similar to humans. The nurses were in dark uniforms with light blue collars. The uniform had three markings on the shoulder sleeve that cascaded leaving three wide spaces in between them. The star fleet combadge was on the chest. Near the neck but not that close. Charvanek looked over in the direction of Pring.
"Would you guide me to the pool?" Charvanek asked, picking up her swimming suit from the edge of the biobed.
"I do not mind." Pring said, coming to Charvanek's side then reached her hand out taking Charvanek's forearm.
Charvanek had a look of gratitude then struggled to get up which was surprisingly difficult. She managed to get onto her feet with Pring putting one hand on the Romulan's shoulder. She heaved a relieved sigh briefly closing her eyes. In reality, it looked like Charvanek was helped up by thin air with her fingers curled up then closed her eyes in pain after coming up straight. The sudden expression of relief on Charvanek's face indicated that was she was not in pain. The difficulty getting up must be a side effect of the medicine. Charvanek opened her eyes glancing over toward the Andorian who had black hair that reached to her jaw and it resembled a helmet on a alien with holes for the antenna to fit through. Pallet had a load of freckles below her eyes covering her nose.
"Enjoy your first day,Miss Charvanek." Pallet said.