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Post-Sim: A Request for an Audience in the CMO's Office

Posted Aug. 17, 2020, 8:29 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Che'lak (Medical Officer / Non-Native Physiology Specialist) (Jamie Moore)

Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Post-Sim: A Request for an Audience in the CMO’s Office

Posted by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) in Post-Sim: A Request for an Audience in the CMO’s Office

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Che’lak (Medical Officer / Non-Native Physiology Specialist) in Post-Sim: A Request for an Audience in the CMO’s Office
Posted by… suppressed (1) by the Post Ghost! 👻

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“Mum in,” Jasmine said in a loud but muffled voice. When Shon and Chel’ak entered the room, they would see her leaning over a small furry object in a blanket being held by a very stoic child about eight years of age. The child’s gaze followed every action of the CMO with the concern and scrutiny of an Academy professor making sure the job was being done correctly. Jasmine snuck a fast side glance seeing who had just entered her office. Since both officers appeared to be relaxed, she decided to finish up with her patient before seeing what they needed.

As the duo entered, the Vulcan doctor eyed the scene, displaying no interest whatsoever. She began to speak up in an effort to engage the CMO herself, but the emoting of the lad quickly overpowered her attempt.

“Miss Jasmine are you sure that is not hurting him,” the voice asked a bit warbly trying to hold back emotions yet needing to speak. Turning her head to the side, Jasmine spit out the wad of cloth bandage roll she was holding between her teeth. The bandage unrolled slightly before stopping as it hit her coffee cup.

“I am positive it is not hurting him,” she smiled looking at the child eye level as she rocked back onto her heels examining her work. “In fact,” she rose slightly grabbing the roll of cloth bandage and motioned Shon forward. “Dr. Shon could you please assist me for a second. Could you hold the patient?” Her head nod was to the ball of soft fur curled up in the arms of the child. It was clearly a puppy that was warm, happy, and half drifting off to sleep in the young owner’s arms. It looked like a regular sleeping puppy except for the bandage tied in a bow around the dog’s tail.

Che’lak stepped back to allow Shon passage. Her bold eyebrows were raised quizically although exactly what she was expressing a view on was unclear.

Shon slid past Che’lak with a smile and an inclination of his head in thanks, then gingerly accepted the puppy from the boy when offered. He tried to adjust the limp dog to a comfortable sleeping position in his arms without waking him. Shon’s face indicated a slight hint of ‘here we go again’.

Opening up the roll of bandage again, she began to present the case as if she were back at the academy during a clinical round. “Mr. Timothy Summer’s brought in Sebastian about an hour ago. He had a fracture of the coccygeal bones of the posterior tip of Sebastian’s tail due to an unfortunate accident falling off the bed,” she explained in a soft, reassuring tone as she reached out taking Timothy’s free arm. “Tricorders showed it wil heal on its own in under a week but Timothy is worried about long term effects,” Jasmine began to slowly wrap the child’s bicep with the bandage.

“I am worried he won’t be able to wag his tail again,” Tim looked up at Shon desperate for a second opinion. “I mean what if she is wrong and he can’t.”

“Doctor Wynter is never wrong, especially when it comes to things as important as this,” Shon said with a tone fit to validate the child’s concerns. “If I had a hurt tail, I’d trust Doctor Wynter to get me wagging again.” He offered a smile, hoping his silly reply would put the young man at ease. He did his part to hold the dog still, firmly amnd yet with a gentleness as to not upset the poor thing.

Timothy stared long and hard at Shot as he looked over the puppy. “I was worried he hurt his waggoid bone. My brother said if you broke your waggoid bone a dog can never wag his tail again but if you say its okay. I believe you. Well and Doc Wynter. ” Timothy let out a huge sigh of relief getting a large smile.

Jasmine fought the smile on her face from appearing at how serious Tim was taking the situation. “Okay done,” she tied off the bandage into a knot. “Now tomorrow you can take off your bandage along with Sebastain’s and you both will be good as new. How this feels on your arm is how it feels on Sebastian if this doesn’t hurt you it doesn’t hurt him right?” Timothy nodded secretly liking a little attention right as he moved his arm. “But....”she drew out the word reaching into her pocket for a lollipop, “because you did such a great job staying calm and bring so good when I treated him you get this.”

Instantly Timothy’s face lit up into a smile already showing his mood had changed since arriving in her office full of tears less than thirty minutes ago. “Thanks Miss, Jasmine,” Tim grinned taking the puppy back from Shon and carrying the puppy out the door.

As Timothy passed by on his way out of the office Che’lak nodded to him, her angular chin swinging sharply into her clavicle. When he failed to return the polite gesture she simply held herself in the nod, tracking him as he disappeared from view. Children not raised in the Vulcan tradition were most confusing to her…

Holding the edge of the desk, Jasmine pulled herself off the ground and brished off her hands. “Coffee,” she asked the two men in her office as she gestured to two seats.

Lt Jasmine Wynter CMO

“Spice tea please, if the replicator will be so cooperative.” Che’lak had attempted to deploy trivial humour and ‘small talk’ engaged in by her non-Vulcan colleages in the past as a means of promoting their feeling at ease. It wasn’t something she ever kept up for very long, her interest would never stretch that far, but it had become almost a go-to at the openings of meetings.

Lt. J.G. Che’lak

OOC: Apologies for taking a bit to get to this!

“Oh I’ll take some orange juice, thanks,” Shon said as he moved back around to the side of the desk with Che’lak and plopped down into one of the chairs available there. He looked between the other two doctors, suddenly unsure of what his role was here, exactly. “We also run a vet clinic here,” he said in a joking tone as a way of explaianing what had just happened to Che’lak.

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

The Vulcan woman lifted her head in the first half of a nod. She froze momentarily at the zenith, however, pondering whether or not to critique such a use of Sickbay. Before she could speak, or even complete her nod, the CMO spoke out.

“Speaking of that,” Jasmine brought out a large piece of paper from behind her desk. “Mrs. Whipp brought this by from the primary department. I thought we could hang it in sick bay,” she could barely hold back her smile as she laid it on the desk getting the requested drinks. The poster size paper was white but covered in brightly colored images. Most of them were of stick characters holding barely better than stick-like animals. Not so neatly printed names were under most of the images indicating who each stick figure was the varying colored blobs indicated what pet they were holding. Across the tops in brightly colored letters was the words THANK YOU DOC’S. WE LOVE YOU. Where there wasn’t a name there were hearts, stars, and balloons to fill the space.

Che’lak’s gaze was oscillating between Wynter and Baht as she attempted to understand the tone of the moment. “It is very… thoughtful, indeed.”

“Take a look at Torf,” she nodded to the small image of a Klingon warrior at the bottom. “I think,” Jasmine stressed the word, “he is holding a spider so if that thing breaks a leg he is all yours.” Setting the glasses on the table Jasmine pointed out a specific image at the bottom corner of the poster making sure Shon saw it. “It was a school like chart with two columns that held stars. The column with Shon’s name held two more stars than Jasmine’s. “I think Torf is keeping score and the emergency fish floating upside down that you saved by replicating new ones when the class went to lunch,” she laughed leaning back, “so was cheating and yes,” she pointed a finger at Shon, “I so would have done it if you hadn’t thought of it.”

“So Che’lak aside from witnessing Star Vet Dr. Shon and Wynters how are things going so far on the Manhattan for you?”

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO

Star Vet? What correlation have veterinary medicine and solar affairs? Put it to one side Che’lak… The woman rested her hands in her lap. “‘Things’ are ‘going’ quite satisfactorily, thank you. My research is proceeding at a satisfying pace. The department is exemplary, in both facilities and staffing.” Che’lak lifeted a hand to indicate Shon.

Resisting her instincts to jump straight to the point of her visit, Che’lak ran interference in her own mind in an effort to obfuscate her single minded purpose. “How would you assess my integration into your department, Doctor Wynter?”

Lt. J.G. Che’lak - Medical

OOC: Feel free to be as negative as you like! :D Her bedside manner is certainly iffy.


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