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Sickbay - Ensign Steward Boarding Physical

Posted April 18, 2019, 2:50 p.m. by Ensign Kier Steward (Science) (Tim Olivieri)

Posted by Ensign Jessica Lemann (Doctor) in Sickbay - Ensign Steward Boarding Physical

Posted by Ensign Kier Steward (Science) in Sickbay - Ensign Steward Boarding Physical
Kier entered sickbay feeling like he had a block of stone situated right in the center of his stomach. Change was hard for him. Arriving at new places could be a challenge. Meeting new people was certainly not his favorite thing. It had caused a fair bit of struggle at the academy. There was, of course, a baseline of social interaction that was expected of a cadet and then later of a Starfleet Officer. For many, it came so naturally that it was never given a second thought. For Kier, it was his studies that he never had to give a second thought to. It was the non-academic aspects of Starfleet that caused him the most anxiety.

Upon arrival he looked around for a doctor or nurse to do his boarding physical. He hated approaching strangers and starting conversations. Yet, here again, this was what he needed to do and so he was determined to do it. His palms were sweaty, his heart rate was slightly elevated and yet he gestured for a passing enlisted medic to stop.

“Excuse me, Petty Officer. I’m Ensign Steward. I’m here for my boarding physical. Can you point me in the right direction?”

The words, surprisingly, came out in the tone and tempo expected of an officer. Kier’s will, once again, had overcome the physiological responses that came with these interactions. Five years ago, those sweaty palms would have been accompanied by red blotches on his face and neck. He was getting better. He was getting stronger. Though he was also aware that some of these physical manifestations may skew his physical slightly.

Ensign Kier Steward, Scientist

The Petty Officer grunted and pointed at a doctor in the corner who was busy organizing some equipment. Upon hearing the voice and the follow up grunt, she quickly replaced the equipment she had taken out and turned around. She wore a medical uniform on her slight frame and her blonde hair was twisted up on top of her head in a professional manner.

“Oh, hello,” Jessica greeted the newcomer with a beaming smile. “I’m Dr. Lemann. How can I help you today?”

Ensign Lemann

Kier grimaced slightly at the terse response of the passing Petty Officer. Turning to the doctor, he found his awkwardness offset by the kind smile of his shipmate.

“Hello, I’m Ensign Steward, neurobiology,” he said simply. “I just reported about the Atlantis and wanted to check in for my boarding physical.”

At that he rubbed his palms together. The sweatiness had subsided somewhat as he acclimated to his new surroundings. The rub was a discreet attempt to purge any excess liquid from his palms before the physical would begin. Eye contact was brief and, when it did happen, somewhat forced. Otherwise his eyes were averted to the surroundings, his shoes and occasionally Dr. Lemann’s hands. It was also clear, however, that he was not nervous. He was not scared. He just wasn’t quite as socially adept as his shipmates.

Ensign Kier Steward, Scientist


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