Posted by Captain Felix Rhodes (Captain) in Side Sim: A Little Nudge - Attn. CO and Ens. Woolley

Posted by Lieutenant Obiah Torrirs (Chief Medical Officer) in Side Sim: A Little Nudge - Attn. CO and Ens. Woolley
OOC: You do not have to have Cdt. Woolley be in this thread, but it is an opportunity for him to be able to help with something; while you’re waiting for a response on your Sickbay threat. :)
Trin
IC:

One would be a fool to be hardly aware of the newly arrived Captain on their ship. Obiah was not a member of that population. The prior days they had found themself busied by the mountain of paperwork they had often been attempting to avoid. Having spent majority of their time shifting between assisting cadets in whatever procedures they needed a little help on, and going through the dangerous pathways of this growing fortress of work, they had discovered little to no windows to make any use of other duties.

After all, what time was there, when you filled your schedule almost completely with two alternating topics?

Situated behind the imprisoning material of their assigned desk, the last of the files brought up upon their PaDD, they graced their fingers along the slick screen, in all efforts to conclude their days of hell. Biting the inside of their lip, in spite of being well aware they could easily tear open the delicate skin, they studied the contents of the task before them. Their body was slightly worn from typing at a PaDD, their back beginning to pester them with the aches and pains of sitting in one spot or standing in a simple position, for longer than happened to be necessary.

It was a vexing cycle they had grown accustomed to over their time as a member of Starfleet. However, that made it no less an annoyance to their body and their psyche.

Setting down the PaDD, their fingers briefly aching in relief to their choice to cease such actions, they leaned back into the chair. Brushing their spine against the support material behind them, they found a sense of comfort. For a moment, they remained in this lazy position, before forcing themself to turn to their monitor and discover what other work needed to be done. There was no rest for the wicked, and in the collective mindset of the population housed upon this ship, a Doctor was no less wicked than a witch, as amusing to Obiah as that happened to be.

Skimming over the officers in need of physical exams, most of them simply overdue for their annual, or in need of a check-in appointment after a recent injury, one stood out to them. Narrowing their eyes, they leaned forwards, picking up the sight of the name (and also realizing they needed another retinax treatment), quirking an eyebrow.

How common it was, what they had come across. The avoidance of a boarding physical. Were they truly that bad? They had never minded them, whenever they were asked to have on completed for whatever purposes. Then again, they were a doctor, and such things were quite common for them to understand. Thus, it was not as if they had much room to speak for others.

Shaking their head, in something that could have easily been described as amusement or even a tad of annoyance, they pressed their hand to the badge upon their chest. =^=Lt. Torrirs to CO. First off, welcome to the ship— second, my files say you are in need of physical, Captain.=^=

Lt. Torrirs
CMO

As his comm-badge chirped, and the voice of the CMO came through the line, Felix sighed and dropped the last morsel of meat into the small case that sat to one side of his ready room. Within it, the small lizard looked back at him with an accusing stare as if it knew full well that Felix had not yet visited sickbay for his check in and made no move towards the food. “Oh don’t look at me like that” he told the creature, closing the lid and looking back at the lizard. “I’ve been busy, signing paperwork, setting up my ready room, you know. The important things.” When the lizard simply stared judgingly at him, Felix stood up straight and raised his hands in defeat. “Fine, be like that then.”

Tapping his comm-badge, he replied at the same time as he began to walk out of his ready room. =/\= Lieutenant Torrirs, I am certain your files are out of date. =/\= He spoke with barely contained humor as he waved to the ships Executive Officer and a handful of Cadets who were on duty on the Bridge. =/\= However, in the interests of harmony I shall be in Sickbay in just a moment to receive your blessing as to the excellent nature of my physical well being. Rhodes Out =/\= He looked back over the Bridge crew as the doors to the turbo-lift shut, blocking out his view.

Minutes later and the doors to the Sickbay slid open and Felix walked in. He tugged at the bottom of his tunic slightly to straighten it out and adjusted his shoulders slightly as if in some slight discomfort, but that was momentary and fleeting. Coming to a standstill by the nearest Bio-bed, the Captain looked at the staff in the room and glanced around for the Chief Medical Officer.

Captain Rhodes, CO

OOC: Ensign Woolley is more than welcome to join in this thread as well! By all means.

-Dave

The sickbay was teeming with life, patients and doctors alike working to maintain the balance of the medical chmabers. Many of them were far top focussed on the tasks at hand, or in their won discomfort, the realize the captain had entered the sickbay. Although, those who did could only give the quickest of nods, before returning to their work. It seemed as if the bay were an organism, which it were, in its own right.. A certain organisation and control about the chaos flowing through its veins.

The doctor he was looking for, however, was shielded by another, as they checked up one of the patients. Once catching sight of Rhodes, they bade their farewell to the young man, in turn, finding their way to the Captain. “Captain Rhodes,” The vitiligo Trill greeted, their appearance perhaps worthy of surprise, for those who were unaccustomed to dark skinned Trill with pale spotting. “I am Doctor Torrirs,” they offered a hand to shake, out of respect and greeting.

Gesturing for the man to take a seat on the biobed, they retrieved a medical scanner, checking to see if it were properly callibrated. Once certain, they waited for Rhodes to take a seat, in order to get his initial scan done. “Have you experienced any illness or injury in the last two weeks, Captain?” Obiah inquired, pulling up his file to check for anything of vital importance to know.

Lt. Torrirs
CMO