14 April 2010, 0800-1400
It had been a great stroke of luck that Maranya had been so willing to let him borrow the clinic's scanning equipment to take a look at Snowball's innards. Otherwise, he'd have had to find another tribble and do a bit of exploratory surgery, and while he was generally okay with blood during necessary things like emergency stop someone from bleeding to death first aid... aside from that, he would readily admit that the reason he did not follow his father into medicine was the unfortunate fact that he tended to faint when confronted with blood in any other situation.
Of course, there had been the discovery that the scanning equipment was fairly primitive compared to what he was used to, even though his best experience with medical scanners was prior to Starfleet Academy. Even so, he had no real desire to perform tribble surgery until absolutely necessary. Thus, he'd studied the equiptment and resisted the urge to corral one of the few remaining staff to help him figure the machine out. It was helpful that the instruction manuals were located in an obvious and easy to find place. Otherwise, he'd have probably held off on scanning Snowball's insides until after most of Maranya's staff returned from... whatever planet they were on.
It had taken some creativity to get Snowball strapped in and ready to go, especially since he'd nearly forgotten to ensure he brought absolutely nothing metal into the room with him. Thankfully, he'd remembered just before opening the door, and so went and got a different restraining system for the little puffball. (Although, if he hadn't remembered until it was too late, he would have easily been able to repair whatever the damage was.)
Everything had appeared to go smoothly at that point. He'd made sure to tranquilise Snowball so she wouldn't move excessively during the scan, and she was very securely tied to the scanning bed. The scans had been done quickly and were easily transferred to a storage device.
The problems came when the tranquiliser wore off. Apparently the whomping noise made by the magnet that powered the scans had not been to Snowball's liking, and while she had been too drugged to express her displeasure then... well, for being little balls of fluff, tribbles were actually relatively intelligent and could connect an unpleasant experience with the life form responsible for it: in this case, one Montgomery Scott.
Before he could wrangle her back into her tribble carrier, she'd bitten his hand. Which made him startle and almost drop her. Almost drop because she'd taken the fumble as her opportunity to leap from his hands and high-tail it away from the clinic as fast as she could. Which was actually fairly fast.
With a few curses and some rapid stowing of the carrier in a place where it would hopefully remain undisturbed until he could return and collect it, he sprinted after her. Shỉtshỉtshỉtshỉtshỉt!
He could only hope she wouldn't take the chance to hide somewhere and snack.
It had been a great stroke of luck that Maranya had been so willing to let him borrow the clinic's scanning equipment to take a look at Snowball's innards. Otherwise, he'd have had to find another tribble and do a bit of exploratory surgery, and while he was generally okay with blood during necessary things like emergency stop someone from bleeding to death first aid... aside from that, he would readily admit that the reason he did not follow his father into medicine was the unfortunate fact that he tended to faint when confronted with blood in any other situation.
Of course, there had been the discovery that the scanning equipment was fairly primitive compared to what he was used to, even though his best experience with medical scanners was prior to Starfleet Academy. Even so, he had no real desire to perform tribble surgery until absolutely necessary. Thus, he'd studied the equiptment and resisted the urge to corral one of the few remaining staff to help him figure the machine out. It was helpful that the instruction manuals were located in an obvious and easy to find place. Otherwise, he'd have probably held off on scanning Snowball's insides until after most of Maranya's staff returned from... whatever planet they were on.
It had taken some creativity to get Snowball strapped in and ready to go, especially since he'd nearly forgotten to ensure he brought absolutely nothing metal into the room with him. Thankfully, he'd remembered just before opening the door, and so went and got a different restraining system for the little puffball. (Although, if he hadn't remembered until it was too late, he would have easily been able to repair whatever the damage was.)
Everything had appeared to go smoothly at that point. He'd made sure to tranquilise Snowball so she wouldn't move excessively during the scan, and she was very securely tied to the scanning bed. The scans had been done quickly and were easily transferred to a storage device.
The problems came when the tranquiliser wore off. Apparently the whomping noise made by the magnet that powered the scans had not been to Snowball's liking, and while she had been too drugged to express her displeasure then... well, for being little balls of fluff, tribbles were actually relatively intelligent and could connect an unpleasant experience with the life form responsible for it: in this case, one Montgomery Scott.
Before he could wrangle her back into her tribble carrier, she'd bitten his hand. Which made him startle and almost drop her. Almost drop because she'd taken the fumble as her opportunity to leap from his hands and high-tail it away from the clinic as fast as she could. Which was actually fairly fast.
With a few curses and some rapid stowing of the carrier in a place where it would hopefully remain undisturbed until he could return and collect it, he sprinted after her. Shỉtshỉtshỉtshỉtshỉt!
He could only hope she wouldn't take the chance to hide somewhere and snack.