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Pre-Sim: Sickbay – Medical Evaluation

Posted Oct. 12, 2019, 1:48 p.m. by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) (Ben Z)

Posted by Ensign Kiama Naim (Scientist) in Pre-Sim: Sickbay – Medical Evaluation

Posted by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) in Pre-Sim: Sickbay – Medical Evaluation

Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Pre-Sim: Sickbay – Medical Evaluation
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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

“Thank you, Lieutenant,” Kiama replied as she took the other woman’s hand and gave it a firm, but not painful, squeeze, while looking the CMO straight in the eyes. “It’s good to be here,” she said as she led her gaze move around sickbay for a moment before looking at the doctor in front of her again. There was an unmistakable sparkle of excitement in her eyes and she seemed to have some difficulties to maintain a fully professional demeanor right now. Some might even go so far as to say that there seemed to be an almost child-like aura about her at this moment.

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.

Turning towards the other Ensign, Naim looked at him with her head slightly tilted. He seemed to be stressed about something and while she was curious to know what happened, she tried not to listen in as he addressed the CMO and took a step or two back.

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.

For a brief second Jasmine toyed with the idea of sending Yvonne to deal with Mr. Jenkins. As if the head nurse was Betazoid herself, Washington looked directly at Shon, Wynter and the new person in sickbay. “Girl do not go thinking this badge means I do anything but check people in and double-check your work. I ain’t no doctor so don’t be thinking I am gonna be doing something that ain’t on my job profile. Hey!. Jenkins,” she immediately snapped out a barking command that grabbed anyone’s attention as fast as when Cochrane barked out an order. “Stop takin’ those tablets like they are tic tacs. You make come over there and miss Sloan Malone Risan City PD and you are gonna have a whole lot more problems. So sit your arse down on that bed and do not make me come back there. Dr.,” she drew the word out staring at Shon and Wynter.

Eninee Meene Miney Moe . Which one of you is gonna go, Washington played the kids game quickly in her head. “Wynter is coming right now,” she winked at Shon knowing that he knew Yvonne just let him dodge the crazy train.

“Really really,” Jasmine looked at Washington and shook her head.

Standing a little awkwardly next to the two medical officers, the Betazoid woman could still hear what they were saying. But it took only a short moment before she blocked out their voices and got lost in her own mind instead.

“Ensign Naim,” Jasmine smiled at the new arrival. “It has been nice meeting you but duty calls. Dr. Shon will be taking care of you today,” she patted him on the back but as she turned to go she whispered playfull in a low tone. “I hate you.” Jenkins was the bane of the medical department. She and Shon often passed him back and forth. Today with Yvonne’s help, Baht had outplayed her.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO

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)

OOC: reposting and editing my post as we managed to post at the same time :)

IC:
It took her a couple of moments to return to the here and now and for her brain to register not only that Ensign Baht had talked to her, but also to register what he had said.
Looking a little sheepishly, she said, “No need to apologise. My name is Kiama Naim. I’m one of the new science officers aboard the Manhattan. It’s nice to meet you.” With a nod towards the biobeds, Kiama added, “Shall I have a seat?”

~Ensign Naim, Scientist

Shon shot a thankful look over his shoulder to Yvonne before fully centering his attention on the Ensign in front of him. “Oh yes, please do! It’s nice to meet you too, and welcome! I’m a bit new here myself. Let me grab your file real quick.”

With a nod, Kiama walked over to the nearest empty biobed and hopped gracefully onto it. She didn’t lay down, but sat in such a way that her legs were dangling over the side.

While Kiama made herself comfortable, Shon swiped a PaDD from atop a nearby console and typed Ensign Naim’s name into the medical database. He made a ‘hmm’ face of curiosity. “Looks like your prior medical history is squeaky clean. We’ll get to the scans to confirm that in a moment, but has anything of note happened since your last medical exam, that you can recall?”

Shon pulled up a rolling stool and perched on it as he listened to her response, sitting with one leg crossed over the other at the knee with the PaDD resting on the raised thigh.

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

Kiama tapped her left index finger against her lip, pondering his question. Her eyes were ever so slightly narrowed and unfocused, as if she wasn’t seeing her surroundings anymore.

Eventually she returned to the here and now and focused her gaze on Shon again. “Nothing serious has happened since then. Just a few scratches and bruises here and there. But never anything I felt the need to see a doctor to have a look at it.”

~Ensign Naim, Scientist

Shon narrowed his eyes at the PaDD on his lap and spoke what he typed. “Nor-mal wear- and- tear-, got it,” Shon sounded out before looking up with a smile. “Alright, a couple more standard questions for you, if you don’t mind! Do you currently take any prescription medications as directed by a medical professional?”

(Ensign Baht, Medical)


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