. . . 2258. . .
. . . Vulcanis.. .
"Slap me!" It was a cry from a distant room.
Dorian put down the padd then placed it onto the counter speaking to a well aged vulcanian female with big pair of pointy ears. She was not in a customary dress but she was in a shirt and long puffy pants that widened at the legs. She reminded him of the character Alladdin from the old Disney cartoon movie featuring the voice of Robin Williams. She had short hair with a dark blue vest.
"Miss Pro," Dorian said. "You do not have any problem, we have done many examinations regarding your problem. You have been here for the past three years and nothing has changed."
"But I do have a problem." Pro said.
"Miss Pro, please leave before I call security." Dorian said. "You have Munch House syndrome and you are wasting my time."
He hated doing this but she had been claiming to have everything ranging from bendii's to the plague to anemia and to other sorts of diseases. Vulcans were highly logical beings and she, unlike many Vulcans, assumed she had diseases. In the beginning, M'Benga observed her and used the medical tricorder on the woman. She was a widowed Vulcan. Her mate had died just two months prior to his arrival. Dorian assumed she was doing this because she was lonely. Truth be told he did like the old woman. She reminded him of his grandma Nyong M'Benga. She was a talkative person much like the female vulcan was. He watched the Vulcan close her eyes then reopen them.
"Kaadith." Pro said, giving the Vulcan salute.
"Live long and prosper." Dorian replied then went in the direction of the cry, "Slap me!"
Pro turned away then went past the waiting Vulcans, slowly. Our view followed after Dorian. Dorian entered the quarters of the ailing Vulcan who had their eyes closed. He came over to the side of the Vulcan then delivered a hard slap and listened, "Again." In the beginning he originally was against slapping a Vulcan but his teacher S'Rake had taught him that he must do what the vulcans ask. Few times did he have to pinch them aggressively. Dorian waited, again, "Again!" He slapped the Vulcan again. "Again!" And this time he did it much harder. He was about to slap the Vulcan again when the patient grabbed his wrist.
"That is enough." The Vulcan male said.
Dorian smiled.
"Welcome back, Mr S'Dewild." Dorian said.
S'Dewild let go of the human's wrist.
"That is odd," S'DeWild said. "I do not hear your thoughts."
"I am a rarity." Dorian said.
"How long have I been under?" S'DeWild ASKED.
"From your transitioning operation, at least a week." Dorian said.
"That is pleasing to hear." S'DeWild said.
"Your mate has been in the waiting room for the past week," Dorian said. "May I call him in?"
"He was my supporter from the beginning." S'Dewild said. "You may."
Dorian left the room. Some days there were fragments of memories that had come up. Some days he felt as though he was in the wrong profession. Some days he did not feel human. Some days he felt as though he was different from everyone else. The Vulcan's natures made him feel comfort. He was different from everyone as he suffered insomnia. He had a special designed bed that acted as a coffin. When he didn't have it, he could not sleep. Which lead to insomnia. He had been the target of bullying as a child because of the cha-bed when his parents held slumber parties with the children of family friends. He had seen S'DeWild's mate, T'Cord, and spoken with him earlier. Vulcans operated amongst themselves when it came to internal problems or healed themselves with their strength.
He had designed a life these glimpses of memories made. Two loving partners on the force who were professional on the job. They had a friend who was designed to be perfect in every way. A woman who they reported to, but mostly this John figure did the reporting while Dorian was at the desk working out the case. Dorian turning slightly away from the board when John came down the stairs. John and Dorian usually caused thousands of dollars in damage when it came to high profiled crimes. And the usual cases were cakewalk. John hated MX's. He even kicked one out of his car, once. The two were separated, unfortunately, due to events that even Dorian did not understand.
"Mr Cord." Dorian said, coming to a Vulcan male who was very short compared to most. Rough five foot two. T'Cord looked up in the direction of the doctor. "Your husband is awake."
T'Cord stood up from the chair.
Compared to T'Cord, Dorian was 5'10.
Compared to Dorian, the 'John' in his dream was 6'1.
"It is about time." T'Cord said. "Then again, my husband is usually late when it comes to important matters including seeing his sons going off to the academy."
"I know how that is." Dorian said. "He is waiting for you in room three. I will be signing his discharge padd."
"Live long and prosper, Doctor M'Benga." T'Cord said.
"Live long and prosper." Dorian said. T'Cord went past the man. He went back over to the counter. "Miss Tippleton?" The woman looked back up in the direction of the black man. "Did you get your admission?"
Tippleton shook her head.
"No word yet from the Vulcan Science Academy," Tippleton said. "I am starting to wonder if it is partially because I am part Vulcan, part human."
"I am sure that it isn't because of that." Dorian said. "They probably countless other applicants."
"Mr Spock got the interview and he famously turned them down after they accepted him." Tippleton said. "Perhaps they are afraid of being humiliated again by a hybrid." She had a sigh. "Maybe I just be happy this ward accepted a hybrid."
"Because no one is as brave as this colony ward." Dorian said. There was a series of beeps from the padd alongside his elbow. "Excuse me."
He picked up the padd then gently glided his finger onto it. There was a big light blue box that appeared which read: You have been assigned to the USS Enterprise, that has been recently completed, as a Lieutenant. Simon M'Benga, his other brother, was assigned to the USS Hope as a lieutenant commander. A federation hospital class starship. It was cruising in safe federation space. He didn't feel his heart skipping a beat but what did skip a beat was time itself. His hand that was holding the padd was trembling. It was in big capital letters. It was set to be christined next week but perhaps he can install a spare of his bed into his assigned quarters while waiting for the ship to be christined. He looked up toward Tippleton.
"I have been assigned to the USS Enterprise." Dorian said.
Tippleton's eye shined.
"Four years at a Vulcan Academy hospital and three years of this?" Tippleton said. "I can't believe you are getting this far!" She punched him in the arm. "Our personal sweetheart is going to be in space helping others like Simon."
"Speaking of Simon," Dorian said. "He is preparing to get a promotion this coming week."
"Commander M'Benga." Tippleton said. "I can't wait to hear being told a certain Captain M'Benga taking command of a ship of his own."
"Uh huh, I don't think so." Dorian said. "The safety of the crew would overrule the patients."
"Captain James Bell said that and look where he is." Tippleton said.
"He is being cared by his best crew for the disease known as GSS." Dorian said. "And it's Captain Walter Wallace."
"The one who was court martialed?" Tippleton asked, with a raised slanted eyebrow.
Dorian nodded.
"Bell pulled some strings to put him back onto a starship. " Dorian said.
"Poor man," Tippleton said. "Losing control of his body like that. . ." Dorian had the padd under his arm. "It is cruel."
"It is cruel," Dorian agreed. Simon and M'Benga were close brothers. So close they were welcomed on the first day to Star Fleet. They were each others wing man. And took the fall for one another's stunts. Which is why Dorian is not a Lieutenant Commander. "My brother will be proud." There was a beep from the pad. "Excuse me, I have to check on a patient."
"You go, MB!" Tippleton said, as Dorian went down the hall.
