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The colonel paused. When he went on, his expression, OТMara thought, showed an odd mixture of reluctance, sympathy, and deep anxiety, as if he was experiencing both sorrow and the expectation of an imminent emotional eruption.
УWell, Administrator OТMara" he ended awkwardly, УI have already said that you have served this hospital for a very long time. As soon as you have completed this assignment, you will be required to leave and take your long-overdue retirement.Ф
CHAPTER 2
O СMara remained silent for the rest of the meeting and left for his quarters before any of those who had waited behind could congratulate or commiserate with him on his promotion and forced retirement, but he knew that his bad manners would be considered entirely in character. Although he had shown no outwerd reaction to his sudden elevation and limited future in Sector General, the news had shaken him badly. A certainty that had supported his entire professional life was to be taken away from him and, as soon as possible, he needed to settle down for a lengthy period of reappraisal. As the hospitalТs administrator his authority was such that he could absent himself for as long as he thought necessary for him to come to terms with a major problem that was both professional and emotional, but as the chief psychologist he could not spare the time right now.
He remained in his rooms only long enough to remove the insignia of rank from his uniform. As he did so he realized for the first time that, apart from a few sleepsuits, he did not have anything to wear that was not Monitor Corps issue.
On the way to his office he scarcely noticed the pre-lunch crowd of multi-species medical and maintenance staff thronging the corridors leading to the dining hall. The heavyweight Tralthans and Hudlars and the species driving environmental protection vehicles, and the Melfans, whose wide-spreading, bony limbs could cause painful bruising of the shins, he avoided as a matter of long habit, and the smaller life-forms he ignored because they avoided him. Even the species who said that they couldnТt tell one Earthhuman from another knew the green-clad being with the grey head fur as the chief psychologist. He did not speak to any of them, and they knew better than to speak to him unless an emotional emergency of some kind was involved.
Padre Lioren and Cha Thrat were still at lunch, so Braithwaite was alone in the outer office.
УI heard about your appointment a few minutes ago" said the lieutenant. He stood up quickly behind his console and smiled, but he knew better than to try to shake hands. УCongratulations, sir.Ф
OТMara wasnТt surprised. The hospital grapevine was an extremely rapid, if not always accurate, channel of communication. He scowled.
УDonТt worry, Lieutenant" he said. УI wonТt allow my new eminence to change me in any way. And you donТt have to call me СsirТ anymore. As a civilian it is a courtesy I no longer expect.Ф
BraithwaiteТs eyes flickered toward the undecorated collar and empty shoulder tabs on OТMaraТs tunic; then they returned to his face.
Still smiling, he said, УForce of habit. Besides, I have been known to extend that same courtesy to members of the civilian staff, if they deserve it. But, well, how do you feel about it, sir?Ф
BraithwaiteТs tone sounded concerned as well as curious, OТMara noted, so perhaps his customary dour lack of expression had slipped a little. He ignored the question but contrived to answer it anyway.
УIf my aging and no doubt untrustworthy memory serves me correctly,Ф he said sourly, УCresk-Sar has a half-hour appointment with me in twenty-five minutes. Use the time to refuel in the dining hall. As soon as the senior physician leaves, I want to see all three of you together to discuss in detail my feelings about this situation and how it will affect the department. Meanwhile, Lieutenant, sit down and finish those psych file updates.Ф
As usual, Gurronsevas had ensured that his lunch would be the most enjoyable period of the day. The chief dietician and former renowned multi-species chef de cuisine had caused an awful lot of trouble during its first few weeks at Sector General, and had come very close to being pitched out on its large, Tralthan ear, so it was continually trying to return the favor it thought it owed him for saving it from that fate. It was a good time to think unpleasant thoughts and allow the pleasure of the meal to dilute them.
Occasionally he had thought about his age and the dreadful inevitability of his having to retire someday from Sector General, the world he had helped build and the only life he had known since his early twenties. He had been an immensely strong young man then, and over the years his fitness checks had been optimum, until recently. Now old Thornnastor, who must be nearly as advanced in years as he was if one allowed for the lengthier Tralthan life span, and young Conway were forever hinting that he should take it easier, slow down and reduce his workload. By accident Gurronsevas had let slip the fact that it had been necessary to modify several of its sauces to disguise the taste of the supportive medication that was now being included daily in OТMaraТs food intake. He was returning the dishes, all empty if not quite licked clean, to the insulated serving tray when the attention signal on his console beeped at him.
УYes?Ф he said.
УSenior Physician Cresk-Sar is here, sir,Ф said Cha Thrat in its deep, Sommaradvan voice. УAre you ready for it?Ф
УYes,Ф he said again.
Cresk-Sar opened the door and waddled quickly into the room like a hyperactive teddy bear. It was barely a meter tall, with tiny eyes that were almost hidden by tightly curled facial fur that was tinged around its mouth and ears with grey, as was the longer body hair that poked out in untidy tufts between the straps of its equipment harness. Aging is happening to all of us, OТMara thought sadly. The Nidian senior tutor was the most frequent visitor to his office but, thankfully, it brought with it only the problems of its students.
УYour latest batch of trainees seems to be a pretty average bunch,Ф he said, turning aside from his screen. УThere is the usual incidence of anxiety neuroses regarding underperformance duringХ the coming examinations, professional inadequacy when faced with treating their first other-species patients, and, of course, their conviction that never ever will they learn to fully understand the thought processes of their medical-colleagues-to-be. They are right, of course, but that doesnТt stop you or any of the other seniors from doing your jobs. And yes, there is one of them, a Tralthan, for GodТs sake, who is reporting dreams indicative of the fear-well-controlled, I admit-associated with possible sexual molestation and penetration by one or more of its other-species colleagues. What could a six-legged, tentacled elephant possibly fear from a bunch of Kelgians, Melfans, Nidians, and one Earth-human female, all of whom are less than one-quarter of its body mass?Ф
Cresk-Sar made a barking sound that did not translate, its Nidian equivalent of laughter. УAs we know, sir, large muscles do not preclude emotional sensitivity.Ф
OТMara knew that very well, but it was a sensitivity he had tried to hide over the years. Irritated at having an old wound opened, he said sharply, УI donТt anticipate any serious emotional problems developing among this lot, Senior Physician. Or are you about to tell me IТm wrong?Ф
УYes,Ф said Cresk-Sar, fidgeting on the edge of the Melfan rediner. УI mean, not exactly. ItТs ... The problem is mineiФ
For a long moment OТMara stared at the other in silence. The thick, overall covering of fur made reading its expression impossible, except for the tiny, dark eyes and the body language, which were signaling tension and distress. He softened his tone to an extent that those who thought they knew him would not have believed possible.
УTake your time, Cresk-Sar.Ф
But the other did not want to take its time, because its staccato, Nidian speech poured out like the barking of an agitated dog. УItТs Crang-SuviТ it said, Уand me. She is the only other Nidian in the class. SheТs very young, with dark-red fur and a voice and personality that, that . . . Dammit, sheТs a Nidian maleТs wishfulfillment dream. But she seems to be basically insecure for reasons which you know about and probably understand far better than I do....Ф
While the other was talking, OТMara had called up CrangSuviТs psych file, and he did understand. Even though Cresk-Sar was repeating much of what was showing on the screen, he listened patiently without interrupting.
..... She is a Graduate of Excellence from Sanator Five~Т the senior tutor went on, Уwhich is NidiaТs foremost teaching hospital. Any hospital on a dozen planets, or the CorpsТ medical service, would be glad to have her but, like everyone else in her class, she has always had her mind set on making it as a Sector General graduate and applying for a staff position here. She is intelligent, able, caring, unusually beautiful, shows no marked signs of xenophobia, and is used to getting what she wants. Personally, IТve no doubt at all that Crang-Suvi will make it, but I canТt tell her so because that would be unfair to the other trainees. But she isnТt so sure and, within a week of her arrival, she indicated that she would like to increase her chances by providing sexual favors to her senior tutor. She says that the age differential is unimportant, and she refuses to take no for an answer. ...
OТMara held up his hand. УHas sexual contact taken place between you?Ф
УNo" said Cresk-Sar.
УWhy not?Ф said OТMara.
The other hesitated for a moment, during which OТMara thought that at least the matter involved two beings of the same species; otherwise, if word of the affair had got out, it would have become really messy and a matter for someoneТs resignation. In the circumstances they both knew that the hospitalТs long-serving and most highly experienced tutor would not normally have been the one to resign-unless, of course, the situation had reached the stage of emotional involvement where they both felt it necessary to leave together. That would be bad, he thought, for Cresk-Sar, CrangSuvi, and Sector General, but otherwise gifted and intelligent people did stupid things at times.
УTake your time" he said again.
Cresk-Sar made a loud, self-irritated sound that did not translate; then it answered his original question.
УThere are four reasons why not,Ф it said miserably. УShe is less than one-third of my age. She gives no promise of a permanent or even a lengthy relationship. I would be taking an unfair and selfish advantage of what would be a very pleasant situation, which would not influence the result of her finals one bit, although the psychological effect on her classmates, who would have difficulty believing that she was not being given an unfair advantage, would not be good. And, well, there is Surgeon-Lieutenant Warnagh-Lut, who would not like it. Do you know about Warnagh-Lut?Ф
УNot officially" said OТMara dryly. His department took official cognizance of an event or activity only when it was highlighted in orange or red on the relevant psych file.
The other went on, УShe-Warnagh-Lut, that is-is closer to me in age and temperamentally much more suitable. But as a serving medical officer, even though her department is responsible for looking after the Corps maintenance personnel at the hospital, she could be sent anywhere in the galaxy at short notice. Had this not been so, we would have proclaimed our life-mate status long since. But now Crang-Suvi has, well, disturbed things. You understand?Ф
OТMara nodded. He said, УYou, and your continued mental well-being, are more valuable to this establishment than any trainee, no matter how gifted. It can be returned to its home world immediately, with or without an explanation. Right?Ф
УNo!Ф said Cresk-Sar vehemently. УThat isnТt necessary. Besides, it would be a terrible waste of future medical talent. I just want Crang-Suvi off my back, or whatever. IТve tried to do it, but she just ignores me and, well, itТs very difficult to ignore her. Could you just make her understand the situation and, well, talk to her like a stern father? In my trainee days, I seem to remember you doing that to me more than once.
Feeling relieved, OТMara nodded again. He approved of people with problems who provided their own solutions.
УI can do that for you, of course~Т he replied. УBut initially I think Cha Thrat should approach your little disturbance before the chief psychologist has to take official notice of this particular misdemeanor, which would mean an official reprimand going on its training record. Cha Thrat is also female, and thankfully the only Sommaradvan in the hospital, so it will be more sympathetic. The department will handle it.Ф
Deliberately he had followed the hospital practice of referring to Crang-Suvi and Cha Thrat as УitФ because, to a member of any other species, the difference was considered unimportant unless there were clinical reasons for specifying another beingТs sex. In many cases the visual differences were hard to detect, and much trouble and emotional distress had been caused in the early days by other-species members of the staff being mistakenly identified in company. So he called everyone who was not an Earth-human man or woman УitФ regardless of sex, while the other-species staff did likewise where Earth-human males and females were involved. Besides, he thought dryly, it was much handier when the other species concerned had more than one sex.
But now that the otherТs problem was being solved it was time, OТMara thought, that he stepped back into character. There was no sense in giving the impression that he was going soft.
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