Post by jackoreilly on Aug 26, 2011 13:23:43 GMT -8
"Do you always greet someone by stating their species?"
"No, not all. Just ones known for causing trouble."
"You're a human, welcome to sickbay. Hello, Cardassian, why are you here? Greetings, Klingon, are you injured again?" Rolling his eyes, he smoothed a wrinkle out of his trousers. "That seems awfully rude, doesn't it?"
Jack simply continued with his work. The Q could only....well, do anything he pleased.
"Why am I here? I-"
Jack listened to the nurse's tirade. Not really a tirade, more of a calm, Vulcan-style, get-out-now.
"I assure you, my posterior is germ free. Scan it and see, if you want. Actually, my whole body is germ free." He struck a pose. "I'm hypoallergenic, too."
Idiot Q. Granted, he probably was germ-free, being a Q, but still. No need to be all uppity and superior. Jack hated uppity, superior people.
“Puppy is all yours. Two for site to site transport to the Captain’s Ready Room.”
"No, you are suppos--"
Jack was cut off by the transporter beam take the nurse away.
"Idiot! The job description of a medic is to go around the ship as directed and provide medical care. Not to sit in Sickbay and be a doctor's assistant. The job description of a NURSE, on the other hand, IS to sit in sickbay and be a kriffing doctor's assistant!"
Metters just continued with his work, pretending to not notice Jack's tirade. Jack just sighed and tapped his commbadge. Someone well-versed in Nolfian pediatrics would be needed.
"Sickbay to the First Contact team. We have an incoming Nolfian child and may need someone better versed in Nolfian physiology. Is there a Nolfian doctor down there?"
"No, not all. Just ones known for causing trouble."
"You're a human, welcome to sickbay. Hello, Cardassian, why are you here? Greetings, Klingon, are you injured again?" Rolling his eyes, he smoothed a wrinkle out of his trousers. "That seems awfully rude, doesn't it?"
Jack simply continued with his work. The Q could only....well, do anything he pleased.
"Why am I here? I-"
Jack listened to the nurse's tirade. Not really a tirade, more of a calm, Vulcan-style, get-out-now.
"I assure you, my posterior is germ free. Scan it and see, if you want. Actually, my whole body is germ free." He struck a pose. "I'm hypoallergenic, too."
Idiot Q. Granted, he probably was germ-free, being a Q, but still. No need to be all uppity and superior. Jack hated uppity, superior people.
“Puppy is all yours. Two for site to site transport to the Captain’s Ready Room.”
"No, you are suppos--"
Jack was cut off by the transporter beam take the nurse away.
"Idiot! The job description of a medic is to go around the ship as directed and provide medical care. Not to sit in Sickbay and be a doctor's assistant. The job description of a NURSE, on the other hand, IS to sit in sickbay and be a kriffing doctor's assistant!"
Metters just continued with his work, pretending to not notice Jack's tirade. Jack just sighed and tapped his commbadge. Someone well-versed in Nolfian pediatrics would be needed.
"Sickbay to the First Contact team. We have an incoming Nolfian child and may need someone better versed in Nolfian physiology. Is there a Nolfian doctor down there?"