Two humans ended up in the infirmary needing injuries to faces and hands treated. Especially the faces. Why? The two were boxing, just for the fun of it. Needless to say, medics dislike it greatly when humans do this to each other. -- Anon Guest
The understanding barrier is sometimes difficult to surmount. Such was the case aboard the Egmont, in an event with two Humans and a Medik. Human Daeth and Human Wat bore multiple contusions and lacerations. Medik Ixodidd treated them automatically, but failed to understand the exact circumstances.
"If you were having a dispute, the counselor is always available." Cool packs for the bruising. Antiseptic and astringent for the bleeding, and bandaging suitable for the site. He never once stopped moving.
"It wasn't a dispute," insisted Human Wat, holding a cool pack to her eye. "We were boxing. You know? Fighting for the purpose of physical excellence?"
"If you were having a dispute," repeated Medik Ixodidd. "You must take it up with the counselor."
"This was for fun," enunciated Daeth, nursing their arm. "We were having fun."
"Injuring each other is not fun."
Both Deathworlders rolled their eyes at him. "It's fun for us," said Wat.
"We'll tell Counselor Marina anyway. Maybe he can explain it to the Doc."
"Or we switch to Pillowfight rules."
"Can you please settle your disputes like rational beings?" begged Ixodidd.
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