Patient Update: A.K.A. Sulu is a goddamn fucking moron who deserves what he gets (LJ entry)

[sharpestscalpel]

Busier than a farmer with one axe and a whole passel of chickens in need of haircuts. Not that I’m fucking complaining.

Actually, I sure as shit am complaining. Sulu came back today, half his left side stinking to high goddamn heaven. Fucking Peter has to be sitting at the damn gates with a fucking hankie over his nose that shit smells so bad.

Flesh-eating bacteria ain’t nothing to fuck around with and if that pussy-sniffing cockwipe had listened to his fucking doctor, he’d never have picked it up. But, no. No, Sulu had to go fuck some twat of an ensign don’t know any better than to fall in with those on their way down and pick up some bullshit.

I figure I could cure him. But goddamn. This is the second fucking time he’s been in here for disregarding my sound goddamn medical opinion.

Fool me once, shame on fucking you. Fool me twice, shame on motherfucking me. I got no interest in providing him with the opportunity to pull this bullshittery again. He can go rot – literally. And he ain’t doing it in my sickbay – got enough going on here without fucking nurses puking up their damn breakfast because the ex-fucking helmsman is rotting parts of his body off. Might be funny to watch his dick rot off but I’m too damn busy to really appreciate it.

I sent his ass back to quarters. I ain’t wasting my damn painkillers on a dead man either. Figure he’s got two days before the delirium takes him. I’ll go visit then.

Comments

[nawigator]

That....ew...flesh-eating germs?

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Ugly stuff, Peaches, I tell you goddamn what. You keep your fingers away from other people's open, seeping wounds, you hear?

[nawigator]

I don't think I vill ewer hawe any problem vith that. The sight of blood alone makes me vant to faint.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

You know you're just too fucking precious. But fainting ain't no way for an officer to behave. What happens you get yourself injured and have to take care of it yourself?

[nawigator]

I am just extremely careful not to get myself injured. And in the unlikely event that I am....uh...vell I just ignore it.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Well, that is an interesting fucking strategy. Peaches, you need to learn some basic damn first aid. Over here, they'd just dunk you in a tank full of blood until you stopped screaming. I doubt they got the same effective methods there, but you need to look into getting that fixed in your head.

[nawigator]

Tank of.....bohze moi. That vould be horrific. Urgh, I feel sick just thinking about it. I suppose ower there mentioning I am terrified of clowns vouldn't be a good idea either.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Now, Peaches, why you got to go tempting an old country doctor like that? Making me want to post pictures of clowns, make you face your damn fears.

You keep yourself out of the circus, I figure you'll be okay with the clown phobia. But this blood thing needs to be addressed, missy.

[nawigator]

That is not ewen remotely funny. At all. Also, you honestly think I vould be stupid enough to click on a post like that?

There is nothing vrong vith hawing Haemophobia, it is natural to be afraid of the sight of something so vital to liwing not preforming it's function. Additionaly, if seweral psychiatrists could not quash my fear of blood I highly doubt there is much that can be done about it.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Oh, I wouldn't post it so you'd click on it, Peaches. It'd just be there.

But, seriously, I ain't going to do that. Douchebag move, even if it is effective.

You try that tank of blood thing, you get the goddamn chance.

[nawigator]

Vith all due respect Doctor, I think I vill pass on the tank of blood, if you do not mind. Somehow I get the feeling that vould not help at all. It vould just giwe me more nightmares instead.

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

Jesus, Leonard, what kind of infection-ridden ship you guys got over there? I mean, this ain't the Middle Ages, that shit can be taken care of with some antibiotics, right?

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

I ain't their mama there to wipe their fucking asses every time they get a sniffle. Some fucking ensign comes back with a flesh-eating bacteria and not only doesn't tell anyone about it but fucks a man with open wounds, I ain't exactly to blame on this one. Sulu doesn't deserve any kind of the shit that I got - one less nose to keep free of the fucking sniffles, I tell you goddamn what.

[iss-eyeliner.livejournal.com]

Ah...so is this what you'd consider an interesting case?

[dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com]

I'll give you this, otherself, you are a man of convictions...

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Man ain't got the power of his convictions, what the fuck's he got, otherself?

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

Fucking potentially. Depends on what kind of delirium hits him.

[iss-eyeliner.livejournal.com]

Just be sure he's strapped up nice and good when the delirium hits. Don't want him breaking free and hurting people.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

I don't give a good fucking shit if he hurts other people. He just ain't going to hurt me.

[iss-eyeliner.livejournal.com]

Then strap him up nice and good so he can't break free and hurt you. Goddamn.

[sharpestscalpel.livejournal.com]

The fuck? Sulu ain't no danger to me no matter what fucking condition he's in. And he knows it. You worry about whatever the shit your job is and leave me be to do my own.

[iss-eyeliner.livejournal.com]

Aw, you remind me of the way I was at your age. All sure of yourself and convinced nothing can hurt you. *petspets*

...oh, who am I trying to kid? I'm still that way. :P