Posted by Lieutenant Amparo Álvaro-Byrd (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Gworl Checks Up (Tag CMO)

Posted by Lieutenant Mown Gworl (Chief Tactical Officer) in Sickbay - Gworl Checks Up (Tag CMO)

Posted by Lieutenant Amparo Álvaro-Byrd (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Gworl Checks Up (Tag CMO)
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The Catian CTO, Mown Gworl, crept closer to Sickbay with his ears lowered and eyes inscrutable.

While Mown didn’t hate going to the doctor, check-ups were never high up on his list of favorite things to do. He knew it probably had something to do with his childhood, but didn’t dwell on it.

At first, he paused at the door. He did look forward to speaking with the CMO and getting cleared for duty. That had never really been a problem.

An NE rushed past him and checked him on the shoulder.

“Right here, Ensign,” Mown said sternly.

Then he passed through, ears twitching, into the Sickbay, looking for where he should go to find the doctor.

-CTO Mown Gworl

“Keep track of your headaches,” a curly-haired physician wagged a PaDD at a young crewman, “and I don’t want any excuses, understood? If you notice pain, disorientation or anything weird – come back.”

“You’re the doc,” he acquiesced with a playful roll of his eyes, then took the medicine handed to him in what appeared to be a metal bottle. “So, just take one of these as needed then come back next week?”

“It’s a general analgesic with an anti-inflammatory. You can take up to three at a time,” they quirked an eyebrow in an almost accusing fashion, “but needing to take that many should tell you something.”

“Got it,” he smile and shook the bottle. “I’ll see you next week.”

“No sooner, I hope…” they waved him off with a friendly grin and watched as he bade farewell, soon disappearing behind the Sickbay doors. His departure revealed the presence of another.

“Hello,” they approached the Lieutenant and glanced over him for signs of injury, “I’m Dr Álvaro-Byrd. What can I do for you, Lieutenant?”

— Amparo Álvaro-Byrd

Mown let the crewman pass by, then approached the doctor, whom he recognized from checking the ship’s roster upon his initial posting to the Levi

“Excuse me, Doctor,” Mown said, flashing his pointed teeth. “I’m the new CTO, Mown Gworl. Its nice to meet you.”

He extended a paw for a shake.

“Welcome aboard, Lieutenant Gowl.” Amparo grasped his paw in a firm, hearty shake and indicated his mohawk with an impressed jab of their chin. “Love the ‘do!”

“Thanks, doc!” Mown said. “I could grow a full mane, but this seems a little more me, if that makes sense. I’m just glad Starfleet allows it. I hear back in the old days, they used to be rather strick about hair.”

“I was wondering if you had time to do my intake appointment?” Mown said. “I’m practically fresh off the shuttlecraft.”

-CTO Mown Gworl

“Why not?” They smiled and flicked their wrist in an invitation for Mown to follow them. “I trust your journey was uneventful? You didn’t pick up any nifty little microbes on your way, right?”

“Not that I’m aware of,” Mown smiled, showing off his little pointy teeth. “But I guess that’s why they send us to the doc first–so we don’t infect the ship with Bolian flu.”

Amparo retrieved a tricorder on their way to an empty biobed, then tapped the bed for him to take a seat while they calibrated the tiny machine to his physiology.

Mown leapt on the biobed with ahem cat-like grace, dangling his paws over the edge like a kids.

“You familiar with Catian psysionomy, doc?” he asked.

“Hrsuar, my roommate back at the Academy, was Caitian.” Ampaeo set the tricorder aside to snag their PaDD. “He had to put up with my nonsense for four years straight, including the occasional practice when consented. I suppose it was payment for all the times he would claim my desk and the floor for his science experiments.” They waved a hand. “But, I digress.”

“Sounds like Starfleet to room a cat with a Byrd!” Mown joked. “Just kidding. My last doc, on the Sasquatch, I was their first Catian and it could be a little awkward sometimes.”

Amparo’s lighthearted chuckle dissolved into an empathetic nod when Mown noted his experience on the Sasquatch. “Hopefully we can avoid such awkwardness here,” they smiled, “but if you ever feel me or my staff aren’t meeting your needs, don’t hesitate to let us know.”

“I haven’t had the opportunity to read your medical history,” they admitted, “so let’s start there. What do you feel is important for my team to know when treating you?”

— Amparo Álvaro-Byrd

Mown thought about it for a little bit. This was generally an easy question.

“I mean, pretty healthy cat, as far as I know,” Mown said. “A few contusions that healed okay and some phaser blasts to the abdomen, but nothing chronic, you know?”

-CTO Mown Gworl

“That’s what I like to hear,” Amparo tapped the thick edge of the PaDD with a soft chuckle before setting it aside. “I’m going to run a quick scan to make sure everything checks out.”

They held the tricorder a foot or so from his chest and initiated a brief, all-encompassing scan.

((Despite from some minor scarring, the scans should be pretty clear. ))

“You’re a tactical officer, yes?” They asked while awaiting his results. “What about tactics interests you?”

— Amparo Álvaro-Byrd

Mown thought about it for a second.

“It’s like music in a weird way. A little poetry. A little math. A little art. A little showmanship.” He felt like he wasn’t expressing himself well. “Honestly, I took an aptitude test, and kinda fell into it. My second highest score was being a bartender at an on-ship lounge. I’m also not a terrible pilot. What kind of medicine is your specialty? I know everyone has their niches.”

-CTO Mown Gworl

“I’m sure the lounge could use a part-time bartender,” they razzed. “Do you have any experience?”

“Actually,” Mown trailed off. He’d spent many hours in his Academy years pouring shots for extra money. “A little bit of experience. What about you? Ever tend bar, doc?”

Amparo glanced over his results before transferring them to his file and setting the tricorder aside.

“Molecular pathology,” they answered. “I planned on becoming a microbiologist. Paleovirology was an interest of mine for a while, and then biotechnology, but the lab wasn’t a good place for me. Too stuffy, you know? I found medicine by accident. But, it’s the perfect combination of art, science and people. Molecular pathology just happens to be something I get to do on the side.”

Mown nodded.

“That’s awesome! It sounds like your experience covers a lot of ground. But I understand not wanting to be confined.” Mown said. “A ship like this, you can explore almost anything.”

“Speaking of…” they let the conversation drift back to his health, “your scans look good. I noticed a little scarring, but you mentioned a few injuries in the past, so I’m not worried.”

“Do you have any questions for me?”

— Amparo Álvaro-Byrd

“Not really,” Mown admitted. “What about you? Do you have any questions for me?”

He grinned.

-CTO Mown Gworl