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Side Sim: Sickbay – Reporting for duty

Posted March 2, 2023, 7:15 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Dr. Rahm Vesta (Chief Medical Officer) (Shaun Tee)

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

Posted by Cadet Milan Ajani (Doctor) 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?”

She smiled sympathetically, touching her d’ja pagh earring.

“It’s mostly so we can make sure you have access to any medications and that I know what you’re allergic to, and we can treat you when necessary. “

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)

(OOC: No worries! I’m happy to help any time and am looking forward to RPing! Another thing you’ll see people do on here sometimes is break up RP within paragraphs. I’m going to kind of show you what that looks like here: https://drive.google.com/file/d/1hKPfMWtoYnYgOy49PdOG81JGFWsD3P9b/view in case you want to try that out to respond in line! )

-Shaun

IC:

Dr. Rahm let the information populate on her PADD and performed a quick scan of Cadet Ajani’s biography in the ship’s logs. Normally, she would have had time to prepare before the appointment, but intakes were often a quick and fast jump into a patient’s readiness to serve.

“Okay, Mr. Ajani, you can get up and dress,” Vesta said, turning to the cabinet to prepare for the next step of her process. “Next, I will take some blood for testing, and we can talk a little bit more about your medical history.”

“Take as much as you need,” Milan said as he got back into his clothes. He held off on the jacket so she could easily find a spot to take the blood. “Not sure there’s too much interesting stuff to talk about, apart from the time I had a disagreement with a mountain. You’ll never guess who won that one.”

Dr. Rahm laughed. “In a contest between a man and a mountain, I can take one big guess. So spill. What happened, Mr. Ajani? And I’ll tell you how I lost my right leg.”

She adjusted her robe to show the artificial leg she wore every day.

“As you wish…” Milan said, quickly glancing at the prosthesis. He’d never seen anything like it but he didn’t want to stare.

Vesta was accustomed to such looks. If she had been near a traditional hospital, it was quite likely her leg could have been saved, but… she waved off the past for now and listened to the cadet’s tale.

“I would generally agree with you about that contest. I’m no betting man so it wasn’t usually interested in participating , but I guess I got lured in…by tradition,” Milan shook his head slowly.

“My medical school was built at the foot of one of Earth’s largest mountains, Mount Kilimanjaro. At some point along the ages it became the norm for the graduating class to celebrate their achievement with a picnic on the summit.” Milan sighed and his voice got softer.

“It all happened so fast. By the time we heard the noise it was too late to get out of the way. The rock slide was …” His hand reached for his hip as he took a deep breath. “Of course, I was one of the lucky ones. A few broken bones, tons of cuts and scrapes, but at least nothing vital was damaged. By the time help arrived we had lost 3 classmates. Another 4 were just barely hanging on. It was…

He trailed off again then caught himself, “But like I said, not that interesting. All things are fixable after all. Nothing a few months of rehab and plucky attitude can’t fix.”

“Oh, my… Cadet. I’m sorry.” Vesta didn’t have the words. She touched her d’ja pagh earring. “The field can be cruel. You were too… you were all too young.”

She paused.

“I’m sorry. Let me take your blood.”

Dr. Rahm scooted a tray and stool with phlebotomy equipment to the biobed. “I only need a tiny bit,” she said. “Back in the old days, they needed milliliters and milliliters of the stuff, you know.”

-CMO Rahm Vesta

“Oh yeah, I’ve seen recordings from that time. I wonder what they did with all of it? What a waste.” He held out his hands in expectation. He had done similar tests recently and everything had been clear but it wasn’t often he got to be the patient so he was going to enjoy every moment of it.

Dr. Rahm took a microscopic sample with a pneumonic syringe and fed it into the computer.

“Looks clear,” she said.

Milan smiled brightly. He hadn’t expected anything to turn up but it was always reassuring to get a clean bill.

“Let me tell you about my accident. I was working for the Bajoran resistance as a young girl. Barely sixteen and on a supply run. The ship went down and I recieved a laceration, then an infection. But we had miles to go til the next safe house. Ended up making the rest of the run, but lost the leg, to cut the story short. Which is sorta how I got into medicine. If I had had a good field medic–” she paused.

“Do you know they used to listen to people’s hearts with special headphones?” he asked randomly. “I found one at an antique store a few years ago, it still worked too. Not as useful as a tricorder but it was interesting.”

– Cadet Ajani, Medical

“Ah, a stethoscope!” Vesta said. “It might do you well to pick one up the next time you come across one. On the field, if you don’t have tech, it could come in use.”

She sat back down on her stool.

“So, as your future supervisor, what are you looking to do aboard the Challenger, Cadet? What areas of medicine are your specialty? We can set you up with some lab space and have you seeing patients and on the duty roster as soon as you meet with the Counselor.”

-CMO Rahm Vesta

“Well my hope is to pick up tips like that,” he said referring to the stethoscope suggestion and making a mental note to find a holo-program to teach him how to use one. It couldn’t possibly be that hard

“My area is trauma and reconstructive surgery. As you can imagine those sort of skills aren’t in high demand on Earth. Not like it would be on the frontlines of space exploration. I think – that is to say I hope – I’ll be able to learn how to save lives in an emergency, when you don’t have a fully stocked hospital or hundreds of medical staff at your finger tips.”

or you’re hanging off the side of a mountain…

He was wise enough to keep that one inside his head.

– Cadet Ajani, Medical

(OOC: sorry for the delay, got me the COVID but i’m trying to get caught up)

“You’ll find all sorts of unexpected situations in the reaches of space, Cadet Ajani.” Vesta said caringly. “We’ll do our best to guide you here, but you have all the tools you require inside you. Your Cadet cruise happens to find ways to pull them out of you.”

She entered a few inputs on her PADD.

“Care makes a good Officer. I can tell you got what it takes and thus you’re hereby cleared for duty.”

-CMO Rahm Vesta

OOC: No worries! I hope you’re feeling better!


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