Posted Jan. 31, 2019, 6:02 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 Captain Alexxander Ryley (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Let’s get (a boarding) physical
<snip>“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
Ryley smirked as he ran the tricorder over the ensign again for a more detailed scan. “You’ve had all your shots now I take it right,” he asked. “Can’t be dealing with a wild engineer running around the place.”
Ryley
MD“Oh yeah, I’ve been poked, prodded, and dosed by your colleges at the Academy, guaranteed 100% rabies free, free range engineer..”
Sam tried to crane her neck a little to catch a look at the tricorder, wondering why a second scan had been necessary. She had work waiting for her and although the Doc seemed a bit less starchy than most of his colleges, it still irked her that she had to sit quietly while he went through her whole life’s history… at least the bits that had made it into her file anyway.
Ryley looked up and her and purposely moved his tricorder up so she couldn’t read it. He bopped her on the head with the hand held scanner. “Ah Ah Ah…” He said “we must learn to hold still while Doctor is examining.” He admonished.
“So, what’s up Doc?”, she said, trying to keep the impatience out of her voice and keep her expression neutral as she’d learnt to do at the Academy when dealing with Star Fleet protocol and red tape in all it’s manifest glory.
Ensign Keene - Engineering
“Nothing.” He said honestly as he cross referenced the scans with her file. “Just intrigued. Both by your little accumulation of treated ailments and also about how long it’ll take you to get annoyed.”
Ryley
MDSam bit back a retort that would have involved inquiring whether the good doctor was a colorectal specialist and therefore qualified to remove the medical tricorder from where she intended to place it if he ‘bopped’ her with it again.
“Are you kidding? You’ll have to work a lot harder than that to annoy me Doctor, I’m pretty sure my senior academy instructor was a specialist in the field.”
Ryley smirked. “You don’t you worry kiddo, I’m not even warmed up yet.” He quipped back.
Despite his condescending manner, Sam found herself warming to the Doctor. At least he wasn’t the usual diagnostic computer dressed in a blue uniform that Star Fleet medical tended to turn out in her admittedly limited experience, and actually appeared to posses a sense of humour.
“So am I good to go, or have you got any more little ‘tests’ for me?”
Ensign Keene - Engineering
Ryley finished his scans. “I’d happily run more tests If you want but…” he checked his time piece. “…my soaps on in thirty five minutes. If you like I can run a quick bio scan or update two or three shots…just whatever’s in reach of course.”
He turned to look around him and picked up another implement and held it near her head. “Now…try to hold still. If this gets jerked then your ear drums are gunna go pop.”“Now, as you were saying? Something about annoying people?”
Ryley
MDOoc: Sorry somehow ended up losing half my post last time.
Sam eyed the instrument approaching her head skeptically.
“No need the deafen me Doc, I can put up with your jibber jabber without goin’ to that kinda extreme.... have you found that you have a high ratio of ear injuries in your patients though?” She asked, with insincere sweetness.
Ensign Keene - Engineering
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