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Prepping the Commodore Part 1

Posted on Thu May 9, 2019 @ 11:59pm by Commodore Michael Aravan & Lieutenant J.M. Armitage & Spencer Aravan

Mission: On Slippery Ground
Location: Medical
Timeline: MD 1 || 2300 Hours

After the kids had been dropped off at his brother and sister-in-law's place, Michael took a deep breath and looked at Spencer. "If this is a career ender, I just want you to know that I loved every minute of it, especially all the times you were by my side, Spencer."

Spencer held her husband's hand, refusing to let it go for any reason, nor was she ready to let him leave just yet. Tears began to well in her eyes after he spoke, but she was still trying to be strong for his sake. "The way you're talking makes it sound like you think it could be much more than a career ender," she said softly. "But, it's not going to be. You'll probably need a bit of time to recover, but everything is going to be okay."

"Hey, don't cry," he said softly as he gave her hand a squeeze. "I've lived with this thing this long, I can live longer without it. Maybe it's a sign that I need to focus on family more than being a starship commander."

"I just want you to be better," she said softly. "Headache and tumor free."

"I'll always have headaches," Michael said. "Those come with Command. You know that as well as I do, and the tumor will be gone. No doctor before Armitage had found it and he found it with a damned tricorder in our quarters."

Spencer nodded. "Which leads me to believe he's good at what he does."

"Either that or the tumor is so big a first year intern could have looked in my ear and seen it," he said before he grimaced and a look of intense pain showed through his green eyes.

Her hands moved to both sides of his face. "I'm going to let Doctor Armitage know we're here. Will you be okay for a minute?" Spencer asked. The concern she felt was greater than anything she'd ever felt before.

"I'll be fine," Michael assured her through half clenched teeth and he hoped he wasn't lying to his wife.

Spencer shook her head and stopped a passing nurse. She wasn't about to leave her husband. "Can you let Doctor Armitage know that the Commodore and his wife are here?"

"Of course," the young woman said before offering them a smile and making her way to where she knew the doctor to be. "Doctor, Commodore Aravan and his wife are here."

"Thank you," Doctor Armitage took a moment to collect his thoughts. He hadn't been aboard the Triumphant very long. It was only over twelve hours ago that Commodore Aravan, Captain Weisz and him had a intensive first meeting. He took in his deep breathe leaving his office and walked over to the Commodore and his wife, "Commodore and Mrs. Aravan. This way, please." The Doctor gestured his hand to an area in Main Sickbay with more specialized medical diagnostic equipment.

Michael gave a nod and looked at Spencer. "Thank you for being here with me," he said simply as he headed after the doctor.

"There's nowhere else I would be," she said, slipping her hand into him and falling into step with her husband. "I'll always be by your side."

"Commodore," Doctor Armitage came to a small alcove in Main Sickbay. "If you could please stand on the footprints that are on either side. You may use the handrails for support."

Michael grumbled internally at being spoken to like that but realized that the doctor was just doing his job. "I don't need support," he said, but he followed the doctor's orders and stood in the footprints with his hands on the rails.

Spencer was there watching the entire thing. She wasn't going to walk away until absolutely necessary, and that time wasn't now. "What are you doing?" she asked out of curiosity, that, and it was her husband.

"While the new medical tricorder is extraordinary, I rather run a series of specialized medical diagnostic equipment before I take a scalpel to your husband's brain. It'll give me more accurate readouts, size and severity before bringing him to the biobed."

"So what does all this equipment say?" Michael asked as he tried not to grind his teeth. It seemed getting answers from the Chief Medical Officer was like pulling teeth from an angry Klingon.

The former Executive Officer stayed near her husband, but was far enough away that she wouldn't hinder the scan that was taking place. Hell, if she were allowed, she'd be right there with him while he had surgery. Spencer wouldn't need to see anything, but holding Michael's hand would likely be a comfort to both of them. When the time came, she'd try and see what happened.

The system had finished doing its scan, "You can step outside of the machine now, Commodore." The Doctor downloaded the information and began to compare the readouts from what he scanned from his quarters. "You do have a brain tumour. Luckily its benign, its the size of a golfball. And it's growing."

Michael's face went pale at the size of the tumor in his head. "How...how was this not detected before?" he managed through a dry mouth as he absorbed the news. He stepped forward and began to think of the string of Chief Medical Officers who had checked him out since he had been in Command of the Triumphant and wondered why none of them had found it.

"I'd like to know the answer to that myself," Spencer said, moving over to her husband and placing her hand over his. She couldn't imagine what he might be thinking, or even feeling, but his wife definitely wanted him to know she was there for him.

"I cannot comment on my predecessor's abilities," The doctor answered truthfully, "I can always make an addendum in my report to Starfleet Medical to have them investigated if you wish, sir?"

"I'll handle that," Michael said. "What I want you to do is a complete overhaul of all the diagnostic equipment that should have detected this sooner." He looked at Spencer. "We'll find out why this wasn't caught sooner. With all the advances in medical technology, this should have been caught...who knows how long ago."

Spencer gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "What matters is it's been caught now, and it can be fixed. We can worry about everything else after you've been given a clean bill of health."

Doctor Armitage nodded his head, "Of course, I'll be overseeing the diagnostic on all medical equipment myself." The doctor gestured back to Main Sickbay, "Let's have the Nurse get you prepped for surgery, Commodore."

Michael gave a nod and took a deep breath. "There's no time like the present," he said. "Do I want to know the odds against me?"

Doctor Armitage took a moment internally to reflect on his various short term relationship with the Commodore. He had barely known him for less than fourteen hours since coming onboard the Triumphant, "I will be overseeing the surgery myself but Doctor Sorvik will be my second set of hands. He has been debriefed on your medical file."

The Doctor didn't mean to deflect the Commodore's inquiry. He continued on, "There's zero chance of fatality while you are under surgery, we'll be taking our time and precision."

That was good to know, but it did nothing to alleviate the nerves Spencer was dealing with. They had two children together, with two more on the way. Her children needed their father. She needed her husband. But, given that Doctor Armitage found the tumor, she trusted he'd be able to remove it. Spencer leaned in a placed her forehead against Michael's and closed her eyes. "I'll still be here when you get out," she said softly. "I'm not going anywhere. I love you so so much, Michael."

For a moment, Michael put the rank aside and forgot about the Doctor being present and everything else that he worried about on a daily basis. He took his wife's face in his hands and placed a soft kiss on her lips. "I love you, too, Spencer. I wish you could come in the surgery with me."

She returned the kiss and opened her eyes to look into his. "I don't think the Doctor would allow for that."

"I will arrange for the nurse to have you watch the surgery on a terminal," Doctor Armitage offered.

Spencer shook her head. "As much as I appreciate that, Doctor Armitage, I don't think watching my husband's surgery will do anything to alleviate my nerves," she said with her forehead still pressed against her husband's. "No, the reason I want to be there is so I can hold his hand throughout... so he knows I'm right there with him, but even I know that isn't possible."

The Doctor smiled at Spencer. "I'll let you know as soon as he gets out of surgery. How does that sound, Mrs. Aravan?"

"Please," she said, turning toward her husband. "I'll see you when you're out of surgery. I love you."

"Will do," Doctor Armitage nodded his head and walked away to prepare him for the Commodore's brain surgery.

Michael looked at Spencer. "Everything is going to be okay, love. I promise."

"I know," she whispered, kissing him one more time. "I'll be here when you wake up. I love you."

"I love you, too," Michael said with a kiss, then headed off to do what had to be done.

 

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