Get it checked out in the automated medbay

The ship had an automated medbay, so she might as well use it, Kira figured. Holding her side, she made her way to the medbay. A gleaming articulated medical chair dominated the small space, its surfaces somehow managing to look both organic and mechanical at once. She'd used automated medical bays for a few procedures in her time, but she could never get used to them. Sentient doctors were much more her style.

She settled into it carefully, scanning the readout displays. The script was standard medical notation - hormone levels, blood pressure, tissue inflammation - but the control interface was another matter entirely. Her first tentative input caused the chair to whir to life, panels shifting. Before she could react, there was a chink of moving metal, and then steel cuffs curled out of the machine, locking her wrists and ankles into place. She yelped, flailing with her only free hand, and tried to hit a red button that she hoped was cancel or emergency stop. No such luck. The medical armatures that had locked around her legs suddenly hummed to life, and began to move apart, inexorably spreading them wider as the chair reclined. Her pulse spiked - she could see it registered on the display - as more components emerged, and she fought down a surge of claustrophobic panic.

"Having trouble, Officer?" Her prisoner's voice from the doorway made her jerk in the restraints. She hadn't heard him approach.

"I'm fine." The words came out sharp, strained. The chair continued its autonomous adjustments, tilting her back further, and something cold pressed against the bite wound. The readout showed elevated cortisol, increasing heart rate - and something else, some hormone marker she didn't recognize.

"Mm. That's why the medical alert is still flashing?" He moved into the room with that fluid grace that made her skin prickle. "The system is trying to analyze the wound, but it needs proper calibration first. May I?"

She wanted to refuse. Should refuse. But the chair was showing no sign of stopping and the mechanical arms spreading her legs wider had reached just shy of her breaking point. Kira could not do the splits, and doing them by **** was definitely going to tear something.