Their journey from starbase archives to the docked starship is mercifully uneventful, and the halls of the Enterprise are entirely empty. Gamma shift is always on the quiet side, but with the ship in dock and most operations suspended, not even the usual hum of the engines can be heard. Chekov carries the girl through the ship's corridors without so much as hearing the footsteps of another officer.
The girl stirs occasionally, but does not fully wake.
When they enter medbay, the blonde woman on duty (and, in another stroke of good fortune, the only person present) looks up from her datapad at the woosh of the automatic doors. Her blue eyes widen at the rather unexpected sight of the Enterprise's head navigator carrying a bedraggled-looking young woman.
"I can explain, I promise," Chekov says before Lieutenant Commander Chapel can formulate a sentence. Pavel has known Christine Chapel since his first year at the Academy; he sincerely hopes that their long acquaintance will deter her from summoning the Chief Medical Officer. Doctor McCoy would undoubtedly call Kirk, and Chekov simply can't deal with both of them immediately after committing at least two crimes.
"I'm sure you can," Chapel replies dryly, waving Chekov and his unconscious guest to the nearest bed. Pavel places the girl on the indicated bed and Chapel immediately checks her vitals by hand. "Well? Start explaining, lieutenant."
"Ah, well..." Chekov pauses, trying to assemble a story that sounds better than she came through an anomaly, threw up, fainted, and then I brought her here. "I was on Starbase 17."
"Yes?"
"I was in the archives on Commander Spock's orders..."
"Mmhm."
"...And an anomaly manifested and she came out of it."
Satisfied that her new patient isn't in immediate danger of dying, Chapel boots up the bed for a full scan and preps a rehydrating hypospray for the young woman. No surprise registers on her face. "Did she say anything?"
"She asked me where she was, and then she fainted after I answered." Chekov shifts nervously. "She has said nothing since."
Chapel administers the hypospray. The bed hums as it runs though its diagnostic program. "She fainted on Starbase 17?"
Chekov nods. "Yes, in the archive room. I brought her here."
"That was certainly a choice." Fortunately for Chekov, Chapel is too busy reading and recording the girl's diagnosis to examine the wisdom of that choice too closely. "Have a seat, Pavel, but don't leave medbay. Once this young woman's stable, we're going to have a talk."
"Yes, sir." Chekov is immensely relieved -- partly because Chapel didn't mention calling Doctor McCoy or the Captain, partly because the girl doesn't seem to be in a terrible physical state. Surely Chapel would tell him if he'd brought her someone who was actively dying. The Russian takes a seat off to one side (sufficiently out of Chapel's way, but close enough to see the girl just in case she wakes up) and begins composing a report in his head.
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The girl stirs occasionally, but does not fully wake.
When they enter medbay, the blonde woman on duty (and, in another stroke of good fortune, the only person present) looks up from her datapad at the woosh of the automatic doors. Her blue eyes widen at the rather unexpected sight of the Enterprise's head navigator carrying a bedraggled-looking young woman.
"I can explain, I promise," Chekov says before Lieutenant Commander Chapel can formulate a sentence. Pavel has known Christine Chapel since his first year at the Academy; he sincerely hopes that their long acquaintance will deter her from summoning the Chief Medical Officer. Doctor McCoy would undoubtedly call Kirk, and Chekov simply can't deal with both of them immediately after committing at least two crimes.
"I'm sure you can," Chapel replies dryly, waving Chekov and his unconscious guest to the nearest bed. Pavel places the girl on the indicated bed and Chapel immediately checks her vitals by hand. "Well? Start explaining, lieutenant."
"Ah, well..." Chekov pauses, trying to assemble a story that sounds better than she came through an anomaly, threw up, fainted, and then I brought her here. "I was on Starbase 17."
"Yes?"
"I was in the archives on Commander Spock's orders..."
"Mmhm."
"...And an anomaly manifested and she came out of it."
Satisfied that her new patient isn't in immediate danger of dying, Chapel boots up the bed for a full scan and preps a rehydrating hypospray for the young woman. No surprise registers on her face. "Did she say anything?"
"She asked me where she was, and then she fainted after I answered." Chekov shifts nervously. "She has said nothing since."
Chapel administers the hypospray. The bed hums as it runs though its diagnostic program. "She fainted on Starbase 17?"
Chekov nods. "Yes, in the archive room. I brought her here."
"That was certainly a choice." Fortunately for Chekov, Chapel is too busy reading and recording the girl's diagnosis to examine the wisdom of that choice too closely. "Have a seat, Pavel, but don't leave medbay. Once this young woman's stable, we're going to have a talk."
"Yes, sir." Chekov is immensely relieved -- partly because Chapel didn't mention calling Doctor McCoy or the Captain, partly because the girl doesn't seem to be in a terrible physical state. Surely Chapel would tell him if he'd brought her someone who was actively dying. The Russian takes a seat off to one side (sufficiently out of Chapel's way, but close enough to see the girl just in case she wakes up) and begins composing a report in his head.