Patient's Name: Kayda
Affiliation: New Imperial Federation Privateer, Commander of the Black Nebula Pirates, Captain of the Vibre-class Assault Carrier Orcrist.
Health Status/Injury: Stable. Given bacta treatment at cost to patient aboard the Victorious.
Reason of Hospitalization: Internal bleeding from concussive force caused by massive explosion. Embedded shrapnel from aforementioned explosion. Gunshot wounds to torso.
It's not like the credits are coming out of their pockets, but I can see their point, the Doctor thought, choosing wisely to not get involved in the whole debate. He had a job to do and as he checked over the latest update, his job got a little more intriguing. The woman had regained consciousness and though her injuries were hardly the sort that would have killed her without immediate treatment, the fact she was actually awake already, only a day after being immersed in the tank, was impressive. They had used the recycled bacta on her, reserving the more pure stuff for the actual soldiers and crew in the NIF proper and yet, the woman was somehow able to heal faster than any of the others with similar injuries.
"Hello Doctor Greystorm," the woman's voice began, transmitted through a small speaker on the outside of the bacta tank, a microphone in the breathing mask affixed to her face inside. "I trust everything is okay?" It came out more like a statement than a question, as though she already knew what the charts said.
"You're healing remarkably fast Miss Kayda..." He pressed his lips together, feeling a little uneasy using her first name when addressing her but that was the only name that was passed down and recorded on the records and she had yet to correct him or give him her last name. The ISIS had also given her the necessary clearance to be given treatment, background checks coming back clean- for a pirate- and the Doctor knew better than to question the judgement of the agency. "I was told you wanted to speak with me?"
"I do." There was a long pause. "How bad were my injuries? Did I need any surgery?"
Greystrom shook his head. "It was considered but it was decided that a full bacta treatment would be faster and more efficient for you though... To be honest, we didn't imagine it would go this quickly."
"I see..." there was a note in her voice that hinted she wasn't entirely convinced about his statement, or that she knew he was holding something back, which she did. The surgeons and medical droids, like the fresh bacta, were needed on the higher priority troops and officers first and foremost and if nothing else, the recycled bacta treatment was geared to be used as a stopgap, something to keep her stable and possibly help the natural healing process as the doctors worked on the others first.
"You should be good to go within the next half day or so... Although..." This was where Greystrom paused. He was a medical scientist by trade, working more in R&D than as an actual doctor- once again, the aftermath demanded all hands on deck- and he was very much intrigued about the patient in the tank. "Although, I was wondering if I could run a few extra tests."
"To see the root cause behind that accelerated healing."
There was a long pause before the woman in the tank responded and when she did it was in a dry tone. "I'd rather speak with your superior officer in charge of this vessel than explain myself."
The Doctor frowned, clearly taken aback by the curt request. "And why would you want to speak with him?"
"I need not explain myself. Whether or not you choose to humour my request is entirely your decision, however one way or another, I will be out of this tank. How hostile I am will depend entirely upon your actions."
"You do of course realize you're on a Federation military ship..."
"I am aware of my situation doctor. I am also aware of my rights as both a privateer and citizen of the New Imperial Federation and I am in no way obligated to agree to your tests and I would like to have an impartial, ranking officer present so that this is known for the record as doctor-patient confidentially agreements do extend to medical centers and sick bays aboard vessels." It was a lot to say all at once but the woman in the tank seemed to speak it in one breath, leaving the Doctor with little choice. Turning, he made for the door, taking the chart with him.
"I'll see what I can do then." He departed and began preparing his case, knowing the research benefits that could be unlocked for the NIF as a whole if he could figure out the secrets behind whatever allowed her to heal so quickly. Surely the Commodore will see the usefulness of it.