Thinking the tour would happen after Seabourne's trip to the medical bay, Scotty just nodded along to what the oddly dressed captain was saying. Then Seabourne just kept talking - before missing out in crucial information, Scotty whips out his personal device and starts up the voice-to-text application and kept it close to Seabourne. I'll write my adjustment report based on what I get from this tour and my own observations. This should be enough information for me to sort out... once the lad is done.
Partway through Seabourne's rather informative and flawless speech, Scotty looks down to check to see the application is still running. Having a red flashing icon in the corner tell him that it is, and that he has nothing to worry about. During this moment, Seabourne stopped in his tracks and paused for a moment. Did he see something? A sound? I didn't hear anything. Then Seabourne continued as if he was frozen in time, and simply resumed what he was doing. Perhaps actually paying attention to what the lad is saying instead of relying on what my device picks up is a good idea. The Medical Bay doors slide open and two men walk in. Seabourne goes looking through the cabinets while Scotty examines the tight room they walked into.
"This reminds me... those lads at MFE teach first aid, right? Might be a good idea to get some basic training."
Scotty looks around more, and records all the small details that would make a great Infirmary on board the NX-01. Seabourne's eyes stare at Scotty until they lock contact. Once they do, his hand was outstretched with a cylinder on top.
"Be a dear and stab me with this somewhere that isn't terribly painful?"
Seabourne falls limp and proceeds to collapse to the floor.
"Holy shit!"
The NX-01 has braved battles and stayed alive in warzones during Scotty's time on board. It all seems normal when you witness vessels get destroyed in space... until you witness another human being fall to the floor right in front of you. Scotty shakily checks his device and pauses the application. It's 3:13pm... oh god... it's getting real close... Can I do it? I don't know... I'm shaking and the lad is going to die if I don't do something. I've had zero training in the medical field. No amount of panic and stress could get him to come up with a safe way of delivering the epinephrine. Scotty fumbles around to get the shot ready in his hand... he looks at Seabourne's motionless body and tries to decide where to poke him. Arms? No... Legs? Also no... where?! Time is running out! Remembering his little joke about shooting Seabourne's backside when Scotty broke the main viewer, he decides that's where he's gonna do it. He won't notice that, and I'm under pressure. No one is here to help me and I've just gotta do it. A few hasty quick breaths, one hand covering his eyes, the other gripping the shot like a knife... Scotty stabs Seabourne's backside.
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