Posted May 15, 2021, 5:46 p.m. by Ensign V'alura Belmont (Science Officer) (Abigail G)
Posted by Ensign Trax Elbrun Suder (Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Ensign Belmont Check-In
Posted by Ensign V’alura Belmont (Science Officer) in Sickbay - Ensign Belmont Check-In
Posted by Ensign Trax Elbrun Suder (Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Ensign Belmont Check-In
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First thing upon arriving aboard the Ark Angel, V’alura requested that her physical take place in an isolated room. Perhaps not an unusual request, but for her it was a request born of shame. Her medical history was damn near flawless. . . up until the worst three years of her life. Three years that will haunt her until the day she died because she gave in to a temporary solution. That wasn’t even being dramatic.V’alura entered sickbay already nervous. She rubbed her right wrist just to give her hands something to do as she searched for the doctor performing her physical today. You’ll get through this, she told herself. One little physical, a quick talk about that one problem you have and then you can flee this place. While waiting, V’alura mentally scanned her catalogue of expressions and body language. What she needed is something relaxed, with calm eyes, a slight smile and an attentive but loose posture. In the span of a second she blanked her face, reset her stance and pulled that carefully crafted ideal over her like a mask. It was like that nervous woman from before never existed at all.
Ensign Belmont (Science)
Trax felt a disturbance in the area as a person entered the medical bay and was really nervous. As he calmly exited the medical office as he noticed the new arrival. “Well hello there I am Ensign Trax Suder Jo Doctor here Welcome aboard! And what can I help you with today?” He said calmly and softly not to frighten her more than he was feeling from her. “Please relax no one will harm you here.” Trax added as he pointed toward the main part of sickbay and the main biobed.
Ensign Trax Suder Jo Doctor
V’alura turned towards the doctor, and gave him a faint smile, “Hello. Ensign Belmont reporting for my check-in.” She hesitated when told to relax, because outwardly she should look relaxed. “Just some jitters is all.” V’alura answered easily. She eyed the place the good doctor pointed too, “Actually, I was hoping for a more private area. Some parts of my medical history. . .” She gave a look that hopefully conveyed the meaning of ‘It’s complicated in a bad way’. It wasn’t even an original complication. V’laura knew all too well how her history reflected that of many other past celebrities. Yet she didn’t learn from their mistakes.
Ensign Belmont (Science)
Trax felt her reaction escalates to having the idea of having her scans done in a public area we could go to a private suite or do the scans in the office?” He offered kindly to her its your choice.” Trax said quickly to her. As he gathered what he needed as he waited for her to answer him.
Ensign Trax Suder Jo Doctor
“Private suit, please.” V’alura said, her relief instantaneous. Okay, girl, deep breathes. This is the hardest check-in you have to get through. V’alura kept her mask in place as she followed the doctor into the private room. She settled onto the biobed there and waited for the doctor to his doctorly thing. V’alura’s medical history was, for the most part, perfect. No broken bones or serious illnesses, she was up to date on all her vaccines and there was a note for her nutmeg allergy. Which makes the section prefaced by CLASSIFIED - APPROVED AUTHORIZATION ONLY all the more jarring.
V’alura waited for it to be brought up, because it must be discussed. Getting addicted to a, at the time semi-illegal, drug for three years. Then spending six months in a private rehab to treat it. If only that was the worst of it. No, the worst came when it was discovered the drug had a strange side-effect in what the doctors called psi-positive species.
Ensign Belmont (Science)
Trax looked to her follow me please. being as kind and at peace as possible not to add to her fears or concerns. “Is there anything I need to be aware of Ensign. ” Trax asked her as they closed on the suite. “here we are!” as the door opened. as he entered so she could take her place situated and comfortable as possible. As he pulled out the tricorder and started to scan her from head to toe. And made sure the information was displayed on the nearby monitor. As he took a couple of extra passes for good measure. “You don’t have anything to be worried about ensign all is private and confidential.” He did his best to make the scans and the introduction fast as possible.
Ensign Trax Suder Jo Doctor
“Oh, just a few things.” V’alura said to keep things light, and maybe convince herself that this isn’t the end of all things. Which was a bit dramatic, even for her. V’alura sat still for the scans, and studied the information that popped onto the monitor. All looked well to her limited medical knowledge. “I appreciate it.” She said, her expression soft and honest. “I’m. . . well, you’ll see it in my medical history, but I had a brief stint with drug addiction and ended up the subject of a medical case study.” As one does. Her identity was kept out of the study, which referred to her simply as Patient B.
“You can read all about it in my file but in brief when I experience intense stress my brain pretends that I’ve taken red sand and my body doesn’t understand the pretend part and goes into withdrawal.” So far its only happened once, during her last semester at Starfleet Academy. The issue was an easy fix: a hypo of synthetic compounds that mimicked the physical effects of red sand. Though her tone and body language were relaxed and casual, V’alura felt a deep and intense stab of shame. And no number of counseling sessions have lessened the feeling, or brought her closer to acceptance.
Ensign Belmont (Science)
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