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Side Sim: Sickbay – Reporting for duty

Posted Feb. 16, 2023, 5:54 p.m. by Cadet Milan Ajani (Doctor) (Noel C)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Dr. Rahm Vesta (Chief Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Sickbay – Reporting for duty

Posted by Cadet Milan Ajani (Doctor) in Side Sim: Sickbay – Reporting for duty

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Dr. Rahm Vesta (Chief Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Sickbay – Reporting for duty
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There was a whooshing sound, the doors slid open, and a smile crossed his face. His eyes slowly drifted around the room drinking in the scene. State of the art biobeds were arranged along one bulkhead. An impressively stocked surgical suite was tucked into another alcove. And the soft, calming – to Milan at least – thrum of the medical monitors keeping track of someone’s vital signs wafted across the room at him. Milan was home.

Starfleet Academy was an impressive institution, and Milan was sure he might one day come to wax nostalgic about the great times he had while living in San Francisco, but he had long since had his fill of the place. He was a doctor. He had been one before joining the Academy and he had been one throughout the long and tedious months of non-medical training required for all officers of the fleet. It had been a chore and he had not particularly enjoyed it. He couldn’t even remember the last time he had gotten to use a medical tricorder, much less see a patient. But it was finally over, he was so close to the end he could sm—

“Are you going somewhere!” demanded a voice from behind him.

Milan snapped around to see a tiny Tellarite woman in medical blues supporting a large engineer at least twice her size. There was evidence of a plasma burn along one of his arms and he seemed to be suffering great pain, although mostly in silence. Milan barely had time to move out of the way as she barelled along towards the nearest biobed. He checked the PADD in his hand and took off after her. “Dr. Rahm Vesta?” he said hesitantly.

“Of course not,” she flung back. He felt more than saw the Tellarite roll her eyes. She bench pressed the engineer onto a biobed, then pointed to her left. “Check the office.”

Milan was about to ask if she needed any help with the plasma burns when the privacy forcefield snapped on. “Thanks…” he said to no one in particular, then he drifted over to the CMO’s office. He touched the call pad and waited to see if anyone would answer.

– Cadet Ajani, Medical

“Come in. Come in!” a voice called from the office.

The door slid open to reveal the space, such an anachronism when compared to the sleek metallic lines of the ship. Instead, Dr. Rahm had decorated her office to look much like the one in her villa on Bajor. Rubberwood panels lined the wall, and the floor was carpeted in a deep green rug. An almost exact replica of the low wood kitchen table she used as a desk sat to the side of the room with her console and three comfy chairs. To the other side of the office was a small exam room.

Vesta sat at the table, her reading glasses perched at the end of her nose and draped around her neck on a chain.

She had been in the middle of reading a report on the injured Ncadet that the Tellarite NC medic was caring for–the report assumed it was involving an electrical discharge while the cadet was working on Holodeck 2.

She directed her steady gaze toward her guest and dropped the glasses to her chest. “As I’m sure you’re aware, I’m Dr. Rahm Vesta, Chief Medical Officer. How can I help you?”

She stood politely and peered at the man, curious and direct, but with the hint of some warmth.

-CMO Rahm Vesta

Milan was bringing up his orders on the PADD as the door began to open. He glanced up to get a look at the person bidding him in when his eye caught a shock of green and so. much. wood. He stepped forward slowly taking in the scene. It wasn’t a bad setup. In fact in some ways it appealed to Milan’s inner cave man who was always desperately pushing for him to run away to the mountains and never be heard from again. But it was a little different from standard starship medical decor.

Of course what did it matter, it wasn’t any of his concern. He sighed softly, pulled himself up to full attention and felt his eyes almost glaze over as he fell into the Starfleet persona the Academy had worked so hard to train into him.

“Cadet Milan Ajani, reporting for duty,” he said stiffly while holding the PADD out towards the CMO.

– Cadet Ajani, Medical

Vesta walked toward the man and motioned him toward her exam room. Her gait had a bit of a shot later step to one leg underneath the traditional medical blue Bajoran robes she wore–an unusual dispensation she earned from Starfleet.

“At ease, Cadet Ajani,” Vesta said. “You can speak mostly freely here. Let’s take care of the exam part first and then we’ll have a little chat.”

The exam room contained a cabinet and sink, a biobed, a few obscure medical implements, and a force field set up for containment. She directed the cadet towards the biobed, which populated his weight and vitals on her PADD.

-CMO Rahm Vesta

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“Oh thank the stars,” he mumbled, releasing a breath he hadn’t remembered holding. He’d had to salute the last time he reported to a Starfleet medical facility but that was two years ago and half a solar system away. Hopefully, that stuff was behind him. He hopped up on the biobed and started pulling his uniform jacket off. “Where shall we start Doctor?”

He gave a cursory glance at the biobed monitors to make sure nothing was out of place. The vital signs seemed normal enough, he’d lost weight again somehow. They’d be arguing with him about eating enough again. As the scan continued alerts started to pop up. A small red X over his right lower abdomen where they had removed his appendix, another higher up where they had taken his gallbladder ten years later. The scars were long gone from those. A bigger X came up over his right hip. He’d broken that one climbing Olympus Mons or well…not climbing to be more accurate.

That had been a mess. Hours of surgery and bone knitting followed by weeks of physiotherapy. He never did regain his usual gait after that one. It came close, and most people would not have noticed the limp, but he was sure she had picked it up as a doctor. She seemed to have one of her own, but he didn’t dare ask how that had happened. There would also be huge scars along his right thigh because he had never bothered to get the superficial injuries fixed. He started to undo his pants, she would need to see those he supposed. He expected there would questions. People rarely had disfiguring scars nowadays. Dermal regeneration was pretty widely available, especially if you were in Starfleet.

Pants off, he laid back on the biobed just as the final X popped up over his left big toe. Oh right, I keep forgetting I broke that one, he thought. It had been so long ago he often forgot it had ever happened. He couldn’t have been more that 8 years old at the time but it had signaled the end of Milan’s fantasies of becoming a professional sportsman.

“As you can see, some of the original hardware gave out on me,” he said referring to his prior surgeries, “But i’m still under warranty.” He patted his tummy like an old time used car salesman and awaited the necessary poking and prodding.

– Cadet Ajani, Medical

(OOC: Heya, I updated that info as you asked. Thanks for the help with the details)


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