Chapel makes note of everything that the diagnostic scan reveals with the calm, cool attitude of a practiced medical professional who has seen a great deal of weird shit in the line of duty. The girl is clearly a long way from home; she lacks most of the antibodies commonly found in the blood of humanoid Federation citizens. The greatest dangers to her at present are the various illnesses that everyone on the Enterprise already has some degree of immunity to.
"She's in good shape," Chapel announces for Chekov's benefit as she completes her report and readies another hypospray. "With a few weeks of regular sleep and decent food, she'll be as healthy as you or me." Aside from the old gut wound, but that's a difficult fix. Poorly-healed injuries need to be reopened in order to heal properly.
Chekov lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Thank you, Chris -- er, Lieutenant Commander Chapel."
"Don't thank me just yet," she replies with a wry smile. Chapel administers the second hypospray, which contains a standard vaccine and a nutrient boost. That'll be enough to help the girl's body defend itself against any unfamiliar germs it encounters. "I have some more questions for you... and a report to file with my superior."
Chekov's face falls, but he nods. "Would you allow me to send my report to the captain before you file yours?"
"Of course." Chapel offers Chekov a spare datapad and a conspiratorial glance. "Do you have a story that you need me to corroborate, lieutenant?"
"No story," he sighs, rubbing his suddenly-tired eyes with the back of a hand. With all of the evening's excitement, if was easy to forget that he had been working well into his sleep cycle. "I will tell the captain what I told you."
"With some additional details, I hope."
Chekov smiles. "Yes, I will be sure to include all of the incriminating details that I withheld from you."
"Good idea," Chapel replies, hoping, for Chekov's sake, that there aren't too many of those. She drapes a thin blanket over the girl and checks her vitals a final time. It's tempting to give her a mild sedative to ensure that her body gets the rest it needs, but they do need to get her side of the story. A name would also be helpful.
look, she clearly needs the rest
"She's in good shape," Chapel announces for Chekov's benefit as she completes her report and readies another hypospray. "With a few weeks of regular sleep and decent food, she'll be as healthy as you or me." Aside from the old gut wound, but that's a difficult fix. Poorly-healed injuries need to be reopened in order to heal properly.
Chekov lets out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Thank you, Chris -- er, Lieutenant Commander Chapel."
"Don't thank me just yet," she replies with a wry smile. Chapel administers the second hypospray, which contains a standard vaccine and a nutrient boost. That'll be enough to help the girl's body defend itself against any unfamiliar germs it encounters. "I have some more questions for you... and a report to file with my superior."
Chekov's face falls, but he nods. "Would you allow me to send my report to the captain before you file yours?"
"Of course." Chapel offers Chekov a spare datapad and a conspiratorial glance. "Do you have a story that you need me to corroborate, lieutenant?"
"No story," he sighs, rubbing his suddenly-tired eyes with the back of a hand. With all of the evening's excitement, if was easy to forget that he had been working well into his sleep cycle. "I will tell the captain what I told you."
"With some additional details, I hope."
Chekov smiles. "Yes, I will be sure to include all of the incriminating details that I withheld from you."
"Good idea," Chapel replies, hoping, for Chekov's sake, that there aren't too many of those. She drapes a thin blanket over the girl and checks her vitals a final time. It's tempting to give her a mild sedative to ensure that her body gets the rest it needs, but they do need to get her side of the story. A name would also be helpful.