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[ The screen blips on and there's a blonde haired woman looking at the screen with a furrowed brow, kind of like she's not sure if she's got the hang of it yet after going through the device multiple times and being fairly tech-savvy— or so she'd like to think of herself. ]

Oh— hey! Great, this does work. [ On a mumble she adds to herself: ] Of course it would, Fisher, why wouldn't it work for it if it's been working for everyone else?

Anyway! This is just a short uh, introduction: name's Elena, great to meet you all. Looks like I've been assigned as the ship's Climbing Instructor, if there's anyone who's interested in such a thing or enjoys doing it on the side themselves. I'm looking to get the lessons started later this week, and my mailbox is open anytime for sign ups.

You don't have to be a professional or know a single thing about the hobby, I'll show you the ropes. Ha..haaaa... get it? Cause climbing involves... Yeah, never mind. That was lame, but I only have one person to blame for puns that fail 30% of the time.

As a heads up, I've never once used ropes or climbing gear and equipment. It's been a free climb and jump at your own peril kind of thing, mostly self taught on the go. At least it's good for building your upper body strength?

Also— pictures! [ Her camera comes up into a view, a damn nice SLR. Thanks be to the captains and unlimited credits. ] Some of you might've seen me around down planet side with a camera; floppy white beach hat, Jackie O shades. The purpose behind that was I do photography on the side back home, also as a hobby. If I offended anyone, made you suspicious, or you want me to delete your picture, or— hey— maybe you want me to send the shots to you— again, my mailbox is wide open for those requests. I'm also taking requests for possible future photoshoots. I just don't know if that's a...thing people might find interesting on a ship.

Let me know!

— — —

[ The following messages come through as public to all but one person. Elena's locking this specifically from Nathan Drake, and for good reason. ]

Besides whoever was in the Medbay when I arrived— sorry, I can't remember who did my scans— who else do we have on the ship who counts as an actual physician?

I'm asking because I don't think my scans were done right. Or they didn't finish properly.

Also, I don't know if I'll get many responses but it's worth a shot— anyone on-board have any experience with shrapnel related injuries? Doctors aside of course.

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X-rays. That was really about it.

[ Another bed for her to get up on. Hands at her sides, she stared upward, shifting only once. Waiting for him to give the go ahead that the machine was scanning. ]

A few pieces, here and there. I had a scary moment where a bunch of small clusters were gathered on my chest. I thought it was a group of black heads, actually, but I was able to pull them all free with my nails or sterilized tweezers.

If you're looking for a number, sorry. I got nothing.

Mmmm.

[ He remarked, eyes focused on the scan. Sort of made sense that there wouldn't be an exact number when the pieces got down to the side of pencil tips, or smaller. ]

I've directed this scan to sync with your MID, which should address the gap in your file. [ Adrien explained as he watched the display. ]

There are some pieces here that could be candidates for invasive extraction, if you wanted to pursue that route. [ His tone suggested he could understand if, at this juncture at least, she wasn't interested in letting the weird ship and strange doctors go poking around with scalpels.

However. ]

In fact that are a few that I would advise extraction. They're positioned in a way I don't find reassuring and if they move, for whatever reason, you could find yourself in trouble with a quickness.

But ultimately it will be your call on how you want to proceed with treatment.

I...

[ This was why she'd asked, wasn't it? This was why she had come down to talk to someone, someone who knew what they were looking at and what they were looking for. She was getting her answers, although this was something she should've gone and had done as soon as the pain began to worsen. It was her own fault for putting it off for this long.

What Adrien was telling her was exactly what she needed to hear. And it was a bit of a wake up call. ]

Is it all right for me to sit up?

[ Assuming that it was, Elena began leaning up on an elbow. He could stop her if he wasn't finished. ]

I just have one question: does moving around make it worse? Will I still be able to do my classes, or will the climbing speed it up?

[ The worse case scenario going through her mind was that she would be in the middle of some kind of goofy field trip with some of her students, about to make a jump for a ledge, and that would be what does her in. The shrapnel shifting just enough that it punctures somewhere vital and she falls to her death.

Ah, the many nightmares she'd had of that exact scenario, but for other reasons.

Jesus, how was she going to tell Nate? And when he had zero idea of anything... ]

[ He didn't stop her from sitting up, in fact he motioned that it was quite alright with him, before turning to finish up his notes.

As for her question, Adrien pursed his lips and called up the scan he'd just completed to study the areas that he'd quickly flagged as worrisome. ]

Moving around is obviously going to affect how these foreign objects behave in your body. Shifting between natural and artificial gravity can also have an affect. I'm not going to lie, you're taking a risk.

[ He delivered the news directly. Perhaps it wasn't the most 'bedside manner' methodology but he found it the most effective. ]

Looking at these scans I can't give you specific activities or instances under which these pieces might shift and result in an immediate catastrophic injury. Only that they are in positions that risk it.

[ Flipping the data pad around, he held it out towards her, if she'd like to look at the scan herself. ]

Funny thing about pain. It's often the body's early warning system that something isn't right. We tend to treat pain as an ailment, when really it's a symptom of what's coming.

So what you're telling me is that it wouldn't be wise to venture down to planet side any time the opportunity presents itself. Wouldn't natural gravity be better than artificial? They're one in the same, in a way, but...

[ She felt like she was being told she could no longer go on her Space Dates with her husband, indirectly. That wouldn't quite fly so well with Nate but she knew he wouldn't argue it in the face of her safety and the risk and try to make up for it on the ship with other things for them to do.

Elena took the data pad when it was offered, frowning down at it. It left her feeling a little sick to see all of the solid bits inside of her body. She had only herself to blame. She wouldn't blame Tenzin, though she could blame the first doctor she'd seen back home, the dismissive answer of 'let them reject, give it half a year and come back to me for a check up'. ]

I...didn't think there was still so much left. [ Her head lifted. ] And what if I've been having this pain on and off for a year or more, is that my body's way of saying I should've looked into this sooner?

I swear, I really just thought it was the change in temperature...

[ When she took the data pad Adrien folded his hands into the small of his back, a classic 'parade rest' positioning. ]

It's the transition between the two that would be the main contributor to the shifting. Even the best artificial grav is still, a shift between ship board and planet-side. We might not be consciously aware of it but our bodies know.

[ His expression may have suggested that yes she should have looked into this pain sooner, rather than ... now. But clearing his throat, Adrien wasn't as sharp as he might have been. Stern but not sharp.

Releasing one hand, he stepped so he could point at the datapad. Specifically he tapped to zoom view in on her torso; stomach and chest. ]

These are the areas I'm most concerned about. These scans suggest that these pieces, particularly here [ point ] here and here [ point point ] are moving inward, rather than outwards.

[ He tapped the pad and turned the image slightly. ]

This one in particular, could path towards your spleen, stomach or kidney. While we're in removing this threat, I would advise that we take this [ more pointing ], this, here and here and here.

[ He drew his hand back and turned his attention back to her face. ]

They've had two years to progress outwards, but they've gone deeper into the body and the shock of coming through the Ingress, combined with .. [ he motioned with his hand, to encompass the artificial gravity, the cold, the rigors of living on a space ship ] ...isn't going to do you any favors.

That makes sense, I have been going down planet-side a lot lately. Almost every day or every other day.

[ But Elena gets it; the look on his face, the way he clears his throat. She understands. No one to blame but herself. And now she's living with the growing discomfort until something can be done. ]

No, it doesn't seem like it is. In fact, it could end up being what kills me in the end.

[ And saying that aloud, it sends an uncomfortable chill down her spine to settle in the base, numbing her. ]

You brought up surgery, having the more fatal pieces removed— I...need to talk to my husband about this, but...what exactly does it entail? Who's going to oversee that? What's the recovery time? Will I need anything after besides painkillers?

[ So long as she didn't fight him, Adrien would retrieve the data pad and close out the scan information. He had it clear in his head already.

Stepping away from the bed, he crossed his arms tapping the pad against the side of his own rib cage. ]

There are a couple of approaches. I understand that Dr. Yewll has surgical drones she utilizes for detailed work. I prefer to do the work manually, no offense to technology, it has it's place but I want to make sure of the work I'm doing.

Either approach is going to be invasive which will require anesthesia. It could possibly done under heavy sedation and pain blockers if you'd rather.

[ Some people could handle being awake and aware of what was happening to their bodies. Some people could psyche themselves out and end up believing they felt the pain despite the blockers. The brain was a ... curious organ. ]

As for recovery, provided there are no complications, it will just be painkillers and a course of antibiotics. Personally I'm an asshole. I believe that the sooner you get up on your feet and move, within reason, the better the healing goes. Believe me when I say I want you out of Medbay, to your own quarters and picking up light but steady duty sooner rather than later.

I also won't prescribe an extended supply of heavy duty painkillers.

[ He didn't believe in them for more than the immediate post-op pain management. Too many side effects. ]

Again this is all based no complications during surgery or complications developed after the surgery.

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[ She took everything in, every bit of information he had for her, weighing the pros and cons. This seemed like a thing that was going to happen— it needed to. ]

Right.

[ A deep breath in as she was accepting what needed to be done, thinking about how she would tell Nate when she'd been keeping this from him for all this time. Elena winced then, hand pressing to her side as she moved from the bed to stand on her feet. She took a moment to lean back against the edge, lips twitching into a small but forced smile. ]

This is...the extent of it. [ She was referring to the current twinges, still running the area. ] Comes and goes. It's just... It's getting more and more, now.

Anyway, I do want to thank you. You've been very helpful, giving me a lot to think on.

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