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PreSIM: Boarding Physical

Posted March 23, 2021, 4:37 p.m. by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) (Ben Z)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Namid Argimeau (Scientific Intelligence Officer) in PreSIM: Boarding Physical

Posted by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) in PreSIM: Boarding Physical

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Namid Argimeau (Scientific Intelligence Officer) in PreSIM: Boarding Physical
Emerging from the Captain’s ready room with rekindled invigoration, Namid resolved to submit to the rest of their check-ins. Slipping into the turbolift, they mulled over their options. Medical. Counselling. Chief Science Officer. Tempted as they were to beeline from one superior to the next, Namid found restraint in the fact sickbay was closer to the bridge than Lt. Naim’s office. A crying shame, but Argimeau had no quarrel with doctors that were worthy of delay.

Namid had spent a good chunk of their childhood confined to a waiting room. Concussions, fractures, lacerations worthy of a precautionary tetanus booster… Namid had wandered into the neighbourhood clinic for just about every reason under the sun. It’d become a hangout spot for them. So it was strange meandering into sickbay without a gaping wound or contusion the size of their forehead. They were just here for a checkup, and that was far more terrifying than any injury.

Passing through Sickbay’s doors, their PaDD shoved under the crook of their arm, Namid’s gaze wandered in search of someone to bother.

– Namid Argimeau, Scientific Intelligence

Ensign Baht noticed Namid first as the medical officer’s bald blue head peaked over the top of a console on the far side of the room when the sickbay doors opened. He hopped off the stool he had been perched on and trotted over to the entrance of sickbay with a bright, welcoming grin. The bifurcating ridge down the center of his face crinkled slightly from the severity of his excitement. “Hello! You must be a new arrival. Um,” he stopped to whip out a PaDD and scroll through it for a second. “Are you Lieutenant Argi… Argimanu… Argi…mew?” His smiled turned bashful. “So sorry, I’m not sure I’m familiar with the pronunciation.”

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

“Hello!” Namid wore a grin of equal vigour, waving a dismissive hand to their name. “You’re fine. I was six before I realised ‘eau’ and ‘ooh’ weren’t the same sound.” Argimeau pinched the bridge of their nose, the memory of their grandfather’s annual spiel on the art of enunciation fresh on their mind. They chuckled. “How about Ami?” A once dismissive gesture dissipated into friendliness as they extended a hand in greeting. “What’s your name, doc?”

– Namid Argimeau, Scientific Intel

“‘Eau’“, Shon mimicked the sound, mulling it over as he tried to commit the pronunciation to memory. “Ami is much easier, thank you,” he said with genuine relief. “Still, I’d like to be able to give you the proper respect when the situation calls for it! I’ll be sure to practice.” The bolian grasped Ami’s hand for a warm handshake. “Ensign Shon Baht, a pleasure to meet you.”

The medical officer swept a hand outward to a nearby biobed, inviting Ami to sit. He tapped away on the PaDD for a moment, then spoke to Ami as he continued to review their file. “I’m having some trouble finding your medical records… maybe they just haven’t gotten to us yet, you know bureaucracy and all. Would you mind giving me a brief run-down of your medical history? Including ongoing conditions or recent developments?” He looked up to keep his indigo eyes attentively on Ami as they spoke, while his fingers documented anything noteworthy.

(Ensign Baht, Medical)


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