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[Pre-Sim] Medical Examination - Sickbay

Posted Jan. 16, 2019, 6 p.m. by Cadet Rhese Bowman (Scientist) (Chris Molyneux)

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“Deck Six: Sickbay,” Rhese said as he entered the turbolift. The doors hissed closed and the lift began to move. Slowly but surely, Bowman was beginning to get the hang of navigating himself around the Challenger, though he still had a lot left to see. He’d had his personal belongings beamed directly to his quarters, and upon arriving onboard had opted to proceed with his required check-ins. “There will be plenty of time to settle in,” he thought to himself, as the lift slowed to a halt. The doors hissed open and Bowman began to make his way to the ship’s main Sickbay; mentally making note of the distance from the lift as he walked. A moment later and he found himself arriving to a set of doors labeled “Main Sickbay,” which hissed open upon his approach. Bowman entered, eyes wide with excitement as he scanned the room. “How impressive!” he thought to himself, as he noted the advanced nature of this state-of-the-art facility. He paused for a moment to take it all in, and then noticed a few empty chairs along the wall near the entrance; so he went over to one and sat down to wait for the next available doctor. His face beamed as he smiled to himself, still in awe at the vast array of tools and equipment available to the medical staff. He found himself thinking: “If this is the Sickbay, I can’t wait to see the science lab!

Cadet Rhese Bowman (Scientist)

Max was in sickbay near a vacant biobed. Though in the fleet things like the refilling of hyposprays would fall to a nurse or medic, Max was tending to the task himself. It was an essential part of training since a doctor could not always be assured that there would always be a nurse or medic nearby to assist. He didn’t mind it. It provided an almost meditative break from his heavily interpersonal work in sickbay. Wearing a blue shirt like Bowman as well as the insignia of a Cadet First Class, Max was easily identifiable as a peer. Though it was his labcoat that indicated he was not a fellow visitor to the clinic.

Max did not stop what he was doing but did glance quickly to Bowman. “How can we help you today, shipmate?” he asked in a friendly though clinically professional tone.

Cadet Max Woolley (Medical)

Bowman looked towards the man as the man spoke. He’d not even been sitting for a moment; it was as if the man before him seemed to be aware of the entire room, even while he was focused on a single task within it. Bowman stood, then, and took a step forward. “I’m Cadet Rhese Bowman, reporting for my pre-service medical exam… Doctor…?” Bowman wasn’t sure, as the man had been tending to the duties of the sickbay in general, whether or not the man addressing him was a doctor; but the lab coat, at least, identified him as a medical staff member. Rhese didn’t want to assume. He did, however, hope that the way he’d trailed off with his query had only indicated that he was interested in the name of the person to whom he was now speaking, rather than point to his uncertainty as to the man’s profession as well.

Cadet Rhese Bowman (Scientist)

Max was, indeed, aware of the goings on in sickbay. It was his job to know these things, at least during his shift, and he smiled as he set the last hypospray into its place before turning to Bowman.

“Dr. Woolley. But we’re both on the level,” Max said with a smile, tapping the cadet insignia on his own collar. Max was certainly a bit more casual with his fellow cadets than with senior officers, though he wasn’t willing to let his professionalism drop off completely. There would be a time for personal introductions later at the lounge or the mess hall. “Come on over,” Max said, gesturing to the vacant biobed.

Cadet Max Woolley (Medical)

“Good to met you, doctor,” Bowman said with a smile, as he headed over to the biobed he had indicated. “How long have you been aboard?” he asked the doctor, as he turned to face away from the biobed momentarily so that he could hop up onto it in a seated position. Rhese had never been shy or intimidated by doctors or hospitals; though he’d never had reason to visit a hospital for his own well being. Usually, his experiences had been centered around visits to the clinic in Fairbanks, with his father – who had been going to see their local physician, old Dr. Locklear or “Doc Lock” as Rhese had called him as a child – for his father’s chronic aches and pains. The nickname had just kind of stuck with him, though, and had become a term of endearment for the family’s aging physician. Rhese continued to smile now, with this memory fresh in his mind, as he studied the face of the man before him.

Cadet Rhese Bowman (Scientist)

“Oh, a few months now,” Max said as he removed his tricorder from his labcoat pocket. His fingers swiftly moved across the display as he moved it near Rhese’s head before continuing the scan around his body slowly. Max was in his late 20’s, his hair was neatly trimmed and his face cleanly shaven. Whenever he spoke to Rhese he would make eye contact, though he would then immediately shift his gaze back to the task at hand.

“Any recent injuries or illnesses we should be aware of?” he asked as he scanned.

Cadet Max Woolley (Medical)

“No, nothing recent,” Rhese said. “Back on my family’s homestead, I used to wake up with some soreness from the work I’d done the day before, but my father always used to tell me that ‘Hard work is good for the soul, but hard on the body,’” he volunteered. “But I’ve been in good health since my admissions physical at the Academy,” Bowman continued. “Haven’t even caught a cold!” Rhese said with a slight open-armed gesture and a smile; an obvious attempt to make a joke.

Cadet Rhese Bowman (Scientist)

Max looked back at Rhese with a slight smile. “Ahh, homestead. Farm boy?” Max asked before moving his eyes back to his scan. He offered a slight smile at the cold comment. As his scan reached his feet, Max noted the reading and sent the results to his PaDD before closing the tricorder and placing it in his lab coat pocket once again. Max was not the greatest conversationalist. That suited him well in the field studying plants. Though, as a physician he was attempting to work on his small talk to cultivate a more personable bedside manner.

Cadet Max Woolley (Medical)

“Yep! I grew up on a farm, of sorts anyway, in Alaska. Most of it was far too cold half the year to grow anything; though. But we had some greenhouses where we did grow stuff even into the winter months.” Rhese didn’t want to babble, as it seemed that the doctor might have had something on his mind; but he couldn’t be sure. At least, Bowman decided, he did seem to be almost completely focused on his work. “But it was always interesting,” Bowman added quickly. “Helped me decide to pursue a career in Botany, at any rate,” he said with a smile.

Cadet Rhese Bowman (Scientist)


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