Goodness, it was getting crowded in here. And a little bit stuffy. People were just talking and laughing not a few metres away from Andrea... Kev ran his hand over his eyes, it wasn't like him to suffer from headaches or shy away from social situations but... He needed to get out of here. [color=violet]"Hey, Doctor, can you clear me to return to light duties here? I remember seeing half the kitchen rolling around the mess on my way here and I kind of want to get on top of that before we start pulling 'gees again."[/color] While he hardly looked forward to bending over at all with his wounds and mounting migraine he figured being in the midsection of the ship would be a good place to get some work done and catch any stragglers of the crew if they fancied a chat. [color=violet]"And besides, I could use a coffee."[/color] [hr] It did seem the MedBay was slowly becoming quite the social gathering with most of the crew exchanging conversation across the room, and as Kai’mos addressed the engineer moments earlier, Kevej -still sitting atop the surgical table- posed a question to the doctor that didn’t come as much of a surprise. “I would recommend against such actions.” Kai responded in his usual professional, yet concerned tone, breaking eye contact for a moment to glance at the datapad held in his hand, examining the First Mate’s current vitals. “However, current scans indicate positive signs of a faster-than-normal healing process, due to, of course, your biological make-up and cell regeneration patterns. This is also good news for bone reconstruction, as the collagen and calcium phosphates your body needs are pushing for efficient growth and strength. In other words, Mister Vin’Akali…” The doctor returns his attention to his patient, nodding his head slightly. “You are cleared for light duties, [i]but[/i], in moderation, taking frequent breaks in between to ensure you do not stress the healing process.” [hr] [color=violet]“Sounds great, I already feel better.”[/color] he took a few tentative steps with his new walking stick, wondering what it must be like to have the slower healing rate of humans, before turning towards the now very crowded doorway. [color=violet]“Back! I’ve got a stick now and I’m not afraid to start beating people with it!”[/color] He joked, picking it up and waggling it in comedic fashion while supporting himself on the door frame. [color=violet]“Except for you, Angsar. If I started hitting you I think the few broken bones I have now would seem like a holiday! I know why you always keep that wrench to hand!”[/color] Angsar was rowdy enough normally, but not violent. Kevej liked their little grease-monkey from the few conversations they’d had. While the mechanic tended to look down on Kev’s own meagre mechanical knowledge based around the Nakkan Space-Races it was enough of a jumping off point for the two of them. More than a few evenings had been whiled away between Angsar, Andea and Kev talking about various space-flights. Another thing that would never be the same from now on... Once out of the room Kevej turned to the present company, [color=violet]“I’m popping the kettle on, incidentally, if anyone wants something. I’ll assume a coffee for you, Captain…”[/color] he trailed off, allowing people to answer before hobbling off back to the mess. [hr] When he got there the situation was somewhat better than he’d thought. Logic dictated any breakable crockery on a ship like this had long since been smashed and disposed of, so at least everything had bounced. Kev hoped the crew didn’t mind eating with dented bowls and bent forks. He filled the kettle and started pouring hot water into the sink, so he could start sanitising the scattered utensils. The pain was certainly far from pleasant as he bent over, but so long as he made sure to use his good shoulder and to bend at the knees, so as to keep pressure from his ribs, he’d be fine.