Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Pre-Sim: Sickbay – Medical Evaluation
Posted by Ensign Kiama Naim (Scientist) in Pre-Sim: Sickbay – Medical Evaluation
Next on her to-do list, was her medical evaluation. Not that she particularly enjoyed any type of eval, but since it was standard requirement for all personnel upon boarding, she saw no reason to delay it. So with purposeful steps Kiama headed towards sickbay and then right through the doors as they swished open in front of her.
With her back straight, but also with a warm smile on her face, the scientist said, “I’m Ensign Kiama Naim and I’m here for my medical evaluation.”
~Ensign Naim, Scientist
Jasmine heard the pneumatic doors swish open and looked up. There was no mistaking the race of the woman walking into medical. She had the jet black eyes characteristic of a Betazoid. What was more striking however to Jasmine was the woman’s hair. It looked like she was ready to go out for a night on the town instead of checking into a ship. The intricate braids framing her face and pinned neatly at the nape of her neck were gorgeous. “Hello,” Jasmine said walking around the desk to greet the woman. “I am Dr. Wynter. Welcome to the Manhattan,” she extended her hand.
Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO
From across the sickbay, hurried steps signaled the approach of Ensign Baht, a thin bolian man with a kind face that was currently scrunched in distress. “Excuse me,” he said while flashing an apologetic smile at Ensign Naim as his hand guided Dr. Wynter to turn away slightly.
In a lowered voice that could still probably be easily overheard by Ensign Naim, Shon said “Ensign Jenkins’ hypochondriasis is acting up again and this time he’s insisting that he speak with the head doctor,” while motioning at the biobed in the corner, where an older engineering officer sat looking around nervously.
Turning to Ensign Naim, Ensign Baht resumed his friendly smile. He was obviously relieved to have passed off the responsibility of Ensign Jenkins onto Dr. Wynter. Naim could read that stress was high and Shon was feeling a bit overwhelmed, but he put on a good show of maintaining his outward composure. “I’m sorry about that, ensign. I’m Ensign Baht, or Nurse Shon if you like. We can definitely get you cleared for duty. What did you say your name was?”
(Ensign Baht, Medical)
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