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A couple of hours later, both men were in the confines of Canaria Medical. Jim was laying face up on a scanning bed.
"This will tell me all I need to know about your back," Doc explained, "Just lay still. It will give detailed pictures and analysis of your back. While I could give a full health scan, I'm focusing on the problem at hand."
He then pointed at a booth behind him, "I will be back there during the procedure."
Jim watched as the scanner passed over head beginning at his head. Slowly, it worked it's way down his body and then back up. It would do this several times, each pass with a different type and strength of scan.
Doc monitored each pass, checking results, sometimes pausing at a spot for a more, detailed look. Several times he would raise an eyebrow or scratch his chin. It was bad but not impossible. After about an hour, he finished his scans, formulated his finding and went to talk to Jim.
With Jim still laying down, he pulled up a chair. The scans were re-broadcast into a screen above them for Jim to watch as Doc explained them.
"I'll give it to you straight, Jim, you're in pretty rough shape but it can be fixed," he began. He pointed out things on a detailed scan. Just about every disc in Jim's back was pointed at and was either severely slipped or deteriorating."
"All those pod ejections most likely did this. Both can be treated with a lot of therapy and medicine," he continued. He then stopped and pointed at a couple of them in his lower back, "but these two are basically gone and causing you most of your pain. I can replace those with a phenolic disc or even one contructed of donated cartilage. But, before I start therapy, I HAVE to replace those two first."
He then asked him, "Now, are you going to put off your life's schedule for awhile or do I have to assign you a Klingon security detail to keep you here?" He then smiled, "I can write you a doctor's note to your superiors if needed."