Posted Jan. 23, 2019, 6:59 p.m. by Ensign Samantha Keene (Engineering Officer) (Ffion Grace)
Posted by Captain Alexxander Ryley (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Let’s get (a boarding) physical
Posted by Ensign Samantha Keene (Engineering Officer) in Sickbay - Let’s get (a boarding) physical
Posted by Captain Alexxander Ryley (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Let’s get (a boarding) physical
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Sam loitered at the entrance to sickbay for a moment, trying to put off entering for as long as possible. She took a deep breath..“Shesh, put your big girl panties on and just get on with it you big wuss” she said to herself, “it’s only another physical, getting poked and probed and what-not, just get through it right quick and it’ll all be done.”
She stepped into the bay and looked around for someone to report to....
Ensign Keene - Engineering
Coming in the door behind her a voice said “ you always hang around in corridors outside sickbay for ages before you come in?” A bearded man wearing black trousers, what looked like a med division teal jumper and a white and grey lab coat stood and considered Keene and raised one eyebrow. He leaned n an old fashioned black metal walking aid with a starfleet badge and pips embedded into it. “New?” He asked.
Ryley
MD“Yes Sir, I mean no Sir, I mean Yes Sir, I’m new and no Sir I don’t usually hang around outside doors....Sir”
Sam was slightly taken aback by the sight of the cane supporting the person she guessed was a Doctor by his uniform and pips, having gotten used to not seeing anything other than state of the art equipment and facilities since leaving her home to join Star Fleet.
“Ensign Samantha Keene, reporting for my physical examination Sir” Sam threw in a salute figuring that it was pretty hard to go wrong as a Junior Officer by saluting pretty much everyone she saw on her new ship.
Ensign Keene - Engineering
Ryley raised an eyebrow and held the cane up as if to show her it. “It’s called a cane or a walking stick. It helps the feeble and infirm to walk, it’s also useful to whack rude ensigns who stare at it.” He said as if explanations were necessary. “And don’t bother to salute me kid, I’m not sir. I’m Doctor Ryley or just Ryley.”
He heaved a sigh as if this was the most bothersome news in the world “come on then this way.” He said and led the way to the nearest bio bed. He patted it once and pulled Avery battered looking heavily modified tricorder from his lab coat pocket. “Hop up, let’s make this quick. My soap starts in 45 mins.”
Ryley
MD“Yes Si… Doctor Ryley.”
Sam followed the Doc and hopped on to the bed, lying down as comfortably as she could and doing her usual trick of inspecting the ceiling intently while the Doc waved around whatever bits of equipment he used to tell her she was still fine.
The tests would show at first glance a relatively healthy human body. However, a glance at the Ensigns’ records would show a variety of treated aliments including early onset osteoporosis, Vitamin D deficiency, and significant, but not fatal, exposure to radiation over a lengthy period of time, all diagnosed and treated upon entry to Star Fleet Academy.
In short, the record would appear to be closer to what the Doctor would expect from an early 21st century space pioneer, rather than the young fit Star Fleet Officer that lay on the bio bed, obviously counting light fixtures.
Ensign Keene - Engineering
Ryley watched her as he scanned and waited for the records to download onto the PaDD. He glanced at the readouts a moment, “Doctors make you nervous kid?” He asked and while he waited for her to answer began to skim read.
“Not exactly, I’m just not really a fan of feeling like I’m under observation, call it an old habit I guess.”
A low whistle escaped him. “Well that’s an interesting set of ailments, where are you from exactly?” He asked.
Ryley
MD
“I’m from lots of places I guess, my family owns a small maintenance station and a few cargo haulers. Since I was big enough to hold a hyperspanner I’ve either been crewin’ ships or fixin’ em.” She shrugged.
“I guess we didn’t always have the same safety standards as you guys, but beggars can’t always be choosers when you’ve got to keep food on the table and fuel in the engines.”
Ensign Keene - Engineering
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