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Sickbay: Cadet Wiles Osten

Posted May 3, 2019, 12:14 p.m. by Lieutenant Obiah Torrirs (Chief Medical Officer) (Trin S)

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Posted by Lieutenant Obiah Torrirs (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay: Cadet Wiles Osten

Posted by Cadet Wiles Osten (Security Officer) in Sickbay: Cadet Wiles Osten
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One of the few places Wiles could never imagine himself working on a starship was in the sickbay. Not that he had some phobia or distain for medical environments, it was simply that he preferred to make frequent, short visits rather than spend extended periods of time in the harshly-lit, cut-and-dry setting. Luckily, Wiles had never had any major medical episodes (although that was likely soon to change), at least partially because of his diligence with regular checkups.

To this end, Wiles was perfectly comfortable walking into the sickbay for his physical evaluation and waiting patiently for the attention of a nurse. He would offer a polite smile. “I’m here for my medical check in, I’m a new cadet. Wiles Osten. Is there a doctor that could see me?”

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

“Several.. this is a sickbay after all,” The musing voice of a young nurse razzed. Shaking his head, he peered about the sickbay, searching for the eye of a doctor. It was never difficult to spy the difference between physician and nurse; their poise was different.. “Ah, there is one, now!” A grin, boyish albeit trained dashed across his features. “Doctor Noel!” He called out to another cadet, whose fiery red hair could catch his attention from light-years away. “There’s a chap here who’d like to see you.”

“This better not be another one of your ploys to distract me, Hobbes.” Noel grumbled, closing the distance between them. Vibrant green eyes caught sight of the Security cadet, a glimmer of surprise resonating in their depths. “Oh! I am so sorry.. I didn’t realise he had company.” She mused, bashfulness clipping the edges of her voice. “I’m Doctor Noel, what can I do for you?” She offered out a hand to shake, watching Hobbes from the corner of her eye. “You can leave now, Hobbes.”

(NCs) Nurse Hobbes and Doctor Noel
Nursing and Medicine

Wiles felt the corners of his mouth tug upwards at the nurse’s quip. He ducked his head slightly to hide the involuntary grin, but looked up from under his brow to inspect the nurse in front of him as Hobbes summoned Noel over. He regretted specifically asking for a doctor. Maybe a nurse would have been just fine. Wiles did not turn his attention to Noel until she was almost on top of him, and he pivoted quickly to meet her gaze.

Wiles allowed himself to smile more freely this time at the banter between the two, and waved a hand dismissively at Noel’s apology. “Nice to meet you doctor, I’m cadet Wiles Osten, I’m here for my boarding examination.” He shook her hand warmly, his grip not too firm but still solid with intention.

“You as well, Osten.” Noel hummed, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “We have a few biobeds open, we’ll get you situated in a few moments. Hopefully we won’t have to keep you too long.”

“Oh, trust me, lad. You’ll be here for days if the doctors had their way.” Hobbes smirked, stifling a chuckle behind his teasing gaze.

Wiles looked quickly to Hobbes as Noel suggested that he leave, and broke his grip with her to make a point to extend his hand to the nurse too. “A pleasure to meet you as well, Nurse Hobbes.” Wiles clasped Hobbes’ hand in both of his should the nurse accept the gesture and made sure to hold his gaze. He felt the edges of his mouth pulling upward again. Wiles retracted his hand and sent it straight to his hair, running it through the top of his brownish-blonde undercut once.

“Ah! A friendly chap he is too, Noel.” Hobbes accepted his friendly gesture, inclining his head in an expression of amicability. He was not a particularly friendly man, on most days, but he would make an exception for the new guy. Someone had to be nice, eh? He figured he’d see enough of the security cadet anyway.

Turning back to Noel, Wiles tried to be nonchalant. “Oh don’t worry about me, you won’t make me feel crowded if he stays! I know this is just routine, so if his help will make it less painful for all of us then I don’t mind at all.”

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

“Trust me, his help will be anything but painless.” Noel resisted the urge to roll her eyes, a pointed glare shot at Hobbes. In resignation, he rose his hands, as if fearful of being murdered by her lethal gaze. Huffing, he leaned against the nearby wall, sealing his mouth shut with an imaginary zipper.

“Please, come have a seat.” She gestured to a nearby biobed, making her way over. “Have you experienced any sickness or pain in the last two weeks?” She asked, slipping a PaDD into her hands. Awaiting his answer, Noel pulled up his medical file in case of any useful information.

(NCs) Hobbes and Noel
Nursing and Medicine

Wiles offered a polite but perhaps overwhelmed half-smile as he looked back and forth between the two sickbay officers, becoming less and less sure that they did actually like each other as their interaction continued. As disappointed as Wiles was that Hobbes had been excused from the conversation, he decided it might be best not to encourage oil and water to mix again. He would make a point to talk to Hobbes again later though.

Wiles lifted himself up onto the biobed backwards and lowered himself down to sit at the edge, letting his feet hang off the side and sitting up straight. He shook his head at Noel’s question, but contradicted himself as he did so. “My eyes have been aching a bit from the florescent lights since coming onboard, I’ve never done particularly well with brightly lit environments, but no, no pain or sickness. I’ve got a pretty good immune system and I don’t break easily.”

“Could you explain the ache?” Noel asked, recording his answers onto the face of an older PaDD. It was not uncommon for people to experience discomfort under the harsh glare of the florescent fixtures. Perhaps if she had a better idea of what he was going through, they could find a solution to his dilemma. “Is the ache behind your eyes? Or do you feel it beneath them; towards the bridge of your nose?”

Cadet Osten did not seem to be lying. His medical record was full and frequently updated, and showed that Wiles had only two major medical episodes: a broken left radius at age three and a skull fracture to the occipital bone at age five, both of which had completely healed without noted incident. Wiles seemed to have been more cautious throughout his young adulthood, although he did contract infectious mononucleosis during his first year at the academy, which was of course promptly treated. That was his only recorded incidence of disease. Perhaps Wiles’ medical record was unique in its normalcy. He had always been in good health, good shape, and had great vital signs if taken. He stood at 5’10”, 150lbs, 15% body fat. A paragon of bodily health, in some ways.

The only ongoing condition flagged in Cadet Osten’s medical file was mild depression, diagnosed four years ago. Wiles was prescribed medication, at a minimum dosage as per his request. He had also reported managing the condition with psychological therapy. Symptoms reported prior to medication included: fatigue, diminished ability to think/concentrate, anhedonia, hypersomnia, and depressed mood. No major depressive episodes recorded.

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

Depression flagged her attention, drawing her gaze directly to its rearing body. While depression was an illness of the psyche, it had to be treated mentally and physically in order to be ‘healed’. As much as she wanted to help, Noel knew she didn’t have the liberty to be inquiring into her patient’s mental health. Rather, she pulled up his treatment for the disorder, searching for any medications or supplements he was taking to manage the physical symptoms. Vitamin D for the energy, Vitamin B12 or CoQ10 for the fatigue, anything to give him relief from the physical manifestation of his depression.

“How are you feeling today?” The questioned slipped without control, Noel’s gaze widening in surpised. She prayed she didn’t sound intrusive while reading over the contents of his medical file. Distracting herself from the query, she quickly retrieved a medical scanner, running a standard sweep over his body. His file indicated prime physical health, excluding his sensitivity to florescent lighting. Albeit, Noel wanted to ensure there wasn’t anything missed during its last update.

Dr. Noel
NC Doctor

Wiles narrowed his eyes slightly at the far wall and furrowed his brow at Noel’s first question, concentrating on examining his own sensations. “I guess I hadn’t thought about it before… I mean… maybe behind? I don’t know, it’s just a dull ache, nothing serious I’m sure.” He shrugged slightly. “Don’t blame the Challenger. I grew up in Seattle, so I prefer some gloom.”

“If I could blame the Challenger for aches and pains, there would be a whole stack of PaDDs with prognosis: ‘Challengeritis.’” Noel smiled, amusement glittering behind her stormy gaze. “Do the aches resemble any that you’re used to? Seattle’s one gloomy place, so I’m sure you’re no stranger to the pains of barometric pressure.”

Wiles’ eyes glanced to Noel to the PaDD to straight ahead again at her second question. He let out a small sigh. “I’m doing alright, Doctor. Just a lot all at once. A new routine can be hard to adapt to. And draining. But I’m sure all cadets go through the same crucible.”

“Best advice? Set your alarm for a half hour before you have to get up, and take a sonic shower before you do anything. Those can really get the blood flowing, and you won’t feel so laggy.. as long as you’re adding in food or caffeine before your shift.” Noel suggested, “Oh.. and try not to tip off any of the older Cadets.”

The cadet’s file did not have any record of any additional supplements Wiles might be taking, only a standard medication at a low daily dosage. The medical scanner would not detect anything out of the ordinary for Cadet Osten, indicating that nothing major had occurred since his last medical check-in three months ago. If Doctor Noel was to look for it, the scanner may show that Wiles was in a tired (but not quite fatigued) state physiologically, despite few outward signs of it.

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

Calibrating the tricorder to scan for B12 and CoQ10 levels alongside signs of fatigue and malhealth, Noel waved the wand in a zig-zag motion to initiate the scan. “Where are you from?” Noel asked, spicing up the silence that had come to wrap around them. Pulling the scanner away, once it had been complete, she awaited results from the device’s analysis. Although his file indicated no prior supplements, suggesting he did not need them, Noel was going to chat with the doc and CNS about it. Perhaps the added vitamins could do him some good.

Dr. Noel
Cadet

Wiles grinned at Noel’s comment about ‘Challengeritis.’ He would have to remember that phrase for later, he was sure that other medical cadets would love it. He nodded at the advice she offered and gave a genuine, friendly smile from behind the tricorder. “Thanks doctor. I’ll be sure to give that a try. And no, my eyes never bothered me like this in Seattle. I really do think it’s most light-based. But it’s probably all in my head honestly.”

“Could you explain the pain? Is it behind your eyes? Do you feel pressure?” In order to get to the bottom of his suffering, Noel needed more information than what was staring hee in the face. “It’s possible. In the chance that it isnt all mental, I’m going to run a few more scans. Just in case.” She explained, running a scan over his nervous system.

Cadet Osten seemed perfectly comfortable with silence. When it did linger, he was not quick to vanquish it. Perhaps he was just on the quieter side. A listener in the less than ideal situation where he was the one answering questions, not asking them. But when asked questions, Wiles was comfortable answering them, and his demeanor was overall patient, relaxed, and engaged. “I was born in Berlin, but I spent most of my childhood in Seattle.” He breathed out quickly through his nose with a close-mouthed grin. “Hence, my nature and nurture both predispose me to loving clouds. I will miss them out here.”

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

“We do have a holodeck, which can simulate the Washington clouds. It isn’t as good as seeing them, and it can do little in replicating the musk before the rains, but it’s something.” Noel suggested, tapping her chin in thought. “You know, we past our fair share of nebulae clouds. Maybe they can do some justice to home,” The smirk settling against her lips was enough to say she was teasing him. Awaiting the results from her scans, Noel recorded previous information in his file. So far, she was confident he would be released and cleared for duty.

Dr. Noel
NC Doctor

Wiles’ mouth pulled downward and to one side, eyes flickering to the ceiling as he concentrated on the doctor’s question. “Yes, behind. And not so much pressure as just dull aching. Maybe a little? But it’s not as if they feel like they’re going to pop out of my head.” He smiled slightly at that. What a ridiculous thought.

“Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, those little buggers can and will pop right out of their sockets.” Noel smirked, “But I don’t think you’re quite there, yet. I’m thinking you might be experiencing cephalgia.. or a headache. They aren’t too common anymore, but sudden changes in environment can bring them on. Among other reasons like dehydration or vitamin deficiencies.”

Cadet Osten raised both eyebrows at the mention of the holodeck and nebulae clouds. “Both are good suggestions doctor. I’ll keep an eye out for the nebulae clouds. The holodeck is booked for a bit it seems, but first chance I get, I’m running a raining day simulation. Maybe in a cottage in the mountains.” He sat still and patiently, unbothered by the scanning.

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

OOC: So in this situation, I’m not attached to the scans showing one thing or another. Nor do I as a person know a ton about medicine. So is it okay if I pass permission off to you to decide what the scans would show? That makes sense to me!

Ben

OOC: No problem! I’ll just base them off of previous conversations between them.

IC:
“That sounds nice,” Noel mused the thought of a cottage hidden deep in the woods of Washington. “It won’t be perfect, but the petrichor would be nice to smell again.” There was something about the rain that created a pleasant, earthy musk.

“All right. It looks like everything is good, so your aching will probably subside by tomorrow. I can give you some medication for it, but a sonic shower and warm tea or coffee would probably do you some good.” She reported. “I’m not liking your vitamin D and B12 levels, but deficiencies are not uncommon, especially in people from particularly clouded areas such as Washington, Oregon and even parts of California. That, however, is an easy fix that I’ll discuss with the doctor.”

“Unless you have anything else bothering you, I see no reason not to clear you for duty.”

Dr. Noel
Cadet Doctor

Wiles shook his head and hopped down from the biobed, righting himself and stretching backwards, bending at the waist with his hands on his hips. “I think I’m ship-shape, doctor. Thank you for your time and the recommendations, I’ll do my very best to follow doctor’s orders! It was a pleasure to meet you.” He smiles. Then he looks over his shoulder for where the nurse might be loitering. “And you as well, Cadet Hobbes.”

“Huh? Oh!” Cadet Hobbes had his nose buried in a PaDD, going inventory taken from earlier that day. It was his job to compile a report for the CMO, but it was obvious he didn’t taken pleasure in doing so. “You too, man!” He waved.

He turned back to Noel. “Let me know if you need anything from me and I assume we’ll be in touch about semi-regular check-ups?”

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

“Of course, Cadet. Thank you for checking in,” Noel smiled, placing a hand out for him to shake. “Sickbay’ll keep in touch, don’t worry.”

Noel and Hobbes
Medicine


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