Posted by Civilian Maybelle Spunkler (Maybelle Spunkler) in CMO Check in- Evrilla meets Maybelle Spunkler

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Maybelle walked into sickbay nervously looking around. Her sleeve was pulled down over her arm as she scanned the room looking for one person in particular. Not seeing her directly, she moved to the nurse’s station and put on her best smile. “Maybelle Spunkler,” Ravonne Washington greeted the tweleve-year-old preteen with a knowing grin. Life was always more interesting when the kid showed up. It was never simple but always more interesting. At least this time Maybelle was not coming in with a broken limb, ice pack on her head, or body part wrapped into a rag that was covered in blood. “What can I do you for today?” Nurse Washington picked up the candy bowl and extended it towards the young kid.

“Oh nothing,” Maybelle fished through the bowl with a finger as if searching for the exact piece of chocolate she wanted. Seeing a bright orange wrapper at the bottom of the bowl she fished out a Reece cup and then a second. Holding up the second she looked at Washington waiting for her to say two were okay.

“Take three…if you tell me why you are here?” Nurse Washington assumed whatever it was the brought Maybelle here was not too bad; however one could never tell.

“That is a doctor-patient privilege,” Maybelle said in a serious tone popping one of the candies in her mouth. The comment brought a half chuckle out of Washington. Maybelle at times was smarter than most gave her credit but she was still a kid and all kids were intrinsically dumb saying things they did not always understand.

“True but Dr. Shan is away on leave so that means you get to break in a new doc. Go easy on her. She is a civilian but so nice. You are going to like her. Her name is Dr. Evrilla. Bed three,” Washington motioned to the left with a stylus.

“Cool,” Maybelle said turning before facing Washington again and fishing out a fourth Reece cup. “Since Dr. Shan isn’t here to give out a lollipop I will just take this for a snack’um.” Leaving the nurse’s desk with a pocket full of chocolate and peanut butter, Maybell found the indicated bed. Not being able to use her right arm, it took a bit of wiggling to get on top of it. Eventually, with enough squirming and rolling, Maybelle sat up and let her legs dangle over the edge waiting to meet the new doc.

It was clear to see that something was wrong with the ever plucky unofficial mascot of the Atlantis by the way she crawled up onto the bed. At times Sickbay would slap on a band aid and send kids on their way but something struck Ravonne as odd. Bringing up Maybelle’s contact form she got a quizzical look on her face seeing the point of contact. “Well how did that happen,” she murmured half out loud reading the name. It was not that she doubted the competency of the name on the form but how the name got to the form. It would be a kin to a hippie knowing a bare-knuckle brawler. The two rarely traveled in the same circle but somehow these two groups had crossed. Washington leaned back and decided she needed to get a cup of coffee before making the call. This playing out with the people involved was going to be far more interesting than her holo show McHottie - Stripper cop which was her normal viewing activity at this time of day. Moving across sickbay she stopped at the CMO’s door. “Dr. Evrilla you have a patient in Bed three. I am contacting her parents to come down as soon as I get some coffee.”

Maybelle Spunkler

“Thank you Ravonne!” Evrilla called through her door. Parents… a young patient then. She turned to Tatyl, the eight-year-old coloring on her office floor. “Icecube, would you like to shadow me?” Tatyl nodded, even as she scrunched up her face at the nickname. The two left the office, Tatyl trailing behind her mother.

Evrilla smiled at the girl, offering her hand politely. “I’m Evrilla, and this is my daughter Tatyl. It’s nice to meet you.” Tatyl waved boisterously, practically bouncing over to the biobed.
-CMO Evrilla & Tatyl

“Hi,” Maybelle smiled happily and reached into her pocket fishing out a peanut butter cup which she extended to Tatyl. “Want one? It’s the best candy in the world. It is peanut butter covered in chocolate. Nurse Ravonne always hides them in the bottom of the bowl so the adults don’t get to eat them all. You just gotta fish around for them at times. ” Looking around conspiratorially, Maybelle leaned closer to Tatly and whispered, “Nurse Ravonne always has extras in the top drawer of her station in the drawer marked bed pans. She doesn’t keep them in the bed pan section but it scares away most of the adults.

Tatyl grinned and took the candy, barely sparing a glance towards her mother. “Thanks!”

Keeping her right arm still, Maybelle dug a second peanut butter cup out of her pocket as she fidgeted trying to open it one-handed. “So is this your mom,” she asked Tatyl finally getting the candy open and taking a bite. Having been a doctor for as many years as the CMO had, it would be completely obvious that Maybelle was not moving her right on purpose. It was also resting on her leg with the palm up indicating there was something on the underside of her arm that brought Maybelle into sickbay. There was no blood so it could easily be ascertained that it was not a cut and since there was no swelling it led one to believe there was no break.

Maybelle Spunkler

Evrilla raised an eyebrow at the children, appearing stern, but there was clear humor in her voice. “I see I’ll have to find something to beat peanut butter cups if I want to be the favorite around here.” She moved to the end of the biobed, on the girl’s right side. “May I see your arm…” She checked the patient records at the end of the bed. “Maybelle?”

Tatyl blinked in surprise, not having recognized the injury. “What happened? Did you fall off a table?” She leaned towards Maybelle, whispering loudly. “My amma treats lots of people who say they fell off of tables, but I’m pretty sure they were doing something else.”
-CMO Evrilla & Tatyl

“I know right or they have something in their eye. Last week,” Maybelle took on the serious expression children have when they think they are logical but so far from anything accurate. “I went to see Ms. Kelly. You are so going to love her. She has what she calls an open door policy with the crew which means she is just sitting around drinking coffee wait to chit-chat with someone. Anyway, I come in and there is Mr. Ian. Ms. Kelly is sitting on the desk and Mr. Ian is like two inches from her face. Apparently, she got some kind of dust in her eye when she was cleaning her office and Mr. Ian was trying to help her get it out. What is it with adults falling off tables and getting things in their eyes. I would just come to sickbay but they want to sit there and try to get it out themselves for some reason,” Maybelle shrugged her shoulders.

Evrilla was full out laughing by the time Maybelle finished, shoulders practically shaking. “Adults have to do things for themselves or they feel silly sometimes. Next time they… get something in their eyes, make sure to tell them they should just come see me.” What she wouldn’t give to see the girl telling them to give her a visit for an imagined injury.

Looking at Evrilla, Maybelle studied her intently for a second. “Okay, so you know how they say to be careful when you take things out of the replicator because they are hot. I kinda spilled something,” she finished moving her arm so that Evrilla would be able to lift up her sleeve and look at her arm. There was a burn but it was in no way a scalding. The spray pattern of angry blisters looked more like Maybelle had been showered with something like sparks or splatter leading Evrilla to think more on the lines of a chemical or electrical burn. Due to Maybelle not crying hysterically would indicate that she had a deep dermal or partial thickness burn. This meant the skin would be red and blotchy like Evrilla could see along with some swelling. The lack of real pain meant she had damaged some of the nerve endings yet this was all easily fixed by a dermal regenerator.

Evrilla started out nodding along, expecting a hot chocolate splash like those she had often received in her youth, but Maybelle revealed injuries more like formic acid burns from lab work.

Looking at the spot as Evrilla examined her, Maybelle began to add more information. “It doesn’t hurt really but feels stiff. I put some Aloe on it but when it started to look bigger than my other arm,” she held out the arm that wasn’t injured, “I thought I should just come by and see if you have a like a sunburn cream or something?” Maybelle was very relaxed as she talked but part of her voice did show she was trying to hide a bit of nervousness.

Maybelle

“Maybelle… This is quite a bit more serious than sunburn.” Evrilla began to check the wounds for any clothing or foreign material she’d have to irrigate out before she could use the dermal regenerator. But first… “Maybelle, are you allergic to metorapan?” She’d check medical records anyway, but she wanted to ask first.

-CMO Evrilla

OOC: I wish we could regenerate nerve endings so easily… could have used that.
-L

“You mean like do I itch or break out in spots,” Maybelle looked at her.

“I....don’t… think so. I mean if I get bit by a skeeter it itches but I think that is it.” She got a faraway look on her face before holding up a finger on her left hand. “Poison ivy. Got that on my last field trip. It was so itchy and they said that was from an allergic reaction. Thought it was English ivy buuuuut it wasn’t.” Looking at Tatly she leaned over slightly conspiratorily. “Ms. Lexi was running a field trip. She is smart on the biology stuff but Mr. Chris....not so much. He thought it was English ivy. Can’t blame him though. They don’t have poison ivy in Australia.” Looking back at Evrilla she smiled. “So I don’t think I am allergic to marzipan,” she repeated what she thought the doctor had asked.

Maybelle

Meanwhile

Jacen had been working in Deck 5 with a team that was upgrading the Idoyne Thermal Capacitors. He had recently requisitioned some Mk VIII models from Starbase 312 on their last visit in that region dealing with the Calodian Dalatress and her cadre of needless helpful servants. He often felt like they were gypsies trying to pickpocket them, but it did get them access to the Halycon Kyper Trade Network and a new trade treaty with the people of the region. This was good for them, but Jacen just liked the new tech he had gained since the event to play with. He was able to add an upgraded translation matrix to his Perosnel Heads Up Display he had nicknamed the Eye. He had the device on him now, using it to give him information feed to him as he looked over the interior ship finding all the areas with the old MX IV models he was upgrading.

As he laid with his back down, he felt his communicator vibrating as he reached into his pocket. Looking at the holographic display it was an alert, his daughter was in Sickbay. “Sowyn?” he said, unsure as to what this meant. Tapping the side of his device he let it sync to his comm unit as he began to read the message.

‘Jacen Draye, your child/ward Maybelle Spunkler is in sickbay with Unkown burns. Please come down and pick her up.’ Jacen looked at the message as he jolted up hitting his head on the bulkhead. “F**ing hell. head murmured under his breath. How had she gotten injured? He agreed, or at least he was told he had, to watch over her while her parents had been on an away mission. He honestly didn’t remember the signing of this paper or even agreeing to watch her, but he wasn’t going to tell anyone he had successions a 12 year had duped him and forged his signature.

Tapping his combadge he began scooting out from the bulkhead =/\=Sickbay, Commander Drayke here, I am on my way for Maybelle. =/\= he said as he got out, grimy and dirty looking as he looked down with a scowl at his uniform. “Crewman Palan!” Jacen said as he looked down the hall over at the young man who seemed nervous to hear Jacen call him. “Get a sanitation crew in with the department to clean out these ducts, it hasn’t been degreased it seems in a month. Tell them if they just sent the order for us to install the laser cleaning system they wouldn’t have to do half of this work!” he said with a grown as he put his hands on the crewman’s uniform as he began to wipe off the grease and grime onto him before patting him the back as he began to take off to sickbay.

Five minutes later, Jacen entered the Sickbay as he looked around as he found Maybelle as he squinted as he eyed her down. “What did you do?” he said, not even wondering if she was fine. “You got into something didn’t you?” he asked, knowing the little girl was prone to delusions of grandeur in her escapes to rule the children on the ship. She had been talking about ways to make children give her tributes the other night, something Jacen had to stop and explain to her that talks like that were going to get him in trouble, and it was best to try to take over the children like they were lord of the flies when her parents came back.

Drayke, CE

“Mr. Drayke, that’s hardly a way to talk to an injured child.” Evrilla straightened to her full height, almost on par with the man. “Dr. Evrilla, CMO. If you can’t be conducive to a healthy environment, I’ll ask you to wait with Nurse Washington until I’m finished.” Evrilla may be painfully polite, but she didn’t stand for disrespect of anyone, child or not.

Ravonne instantly liked the CMO. The woman was sweet, caring, and compassionate but also had a fire in her belly. She was exactly what sickbay needed. While completely unprofessional a loud gaffawing laugh followed by a snort echoed from the nursing station as she heard the CMO’s response to the chief’s comment. Ravonne was right. This was better than Dr. McHottie - Stripper Cop. The chief engineer was easy on the eyes and being the chief…well he could fix anything. That were two things most women had at the top of their I want list. The fact that Drayke had that accent that could curl one’s toes and the slightly aloof demeanor turned the bar into one of those carnival games where you hit the hammer and it rang a bell setting off alarms and whistles indicating you were the winner. Reaching over to her left side, Ravonne picked up the bowl of popcorn and slowly ate a piece. The man was married but that didn’t mean somewhere he wasn’t ever going to be looking for Mrs. Drayke 2.0.

Oh baby. Honey, I come on over here to Ray Ray. I will listen to you grumble and growl in that sassy Irish twang all day long, she said to herself. Part of her however was rooting for the CMO to stir her irresistible brooding Irish man. When Drayke got fired up that man spat all kinds of colorful metaphors which made church ladies blush and women put on red lipstick and fishnet stockings. Ravonne had both and went to church weekly.

Maybelle looked at Jacen and then Evrilla. “Oh, he can stay. He always acts like he is grumpy but it’s because people are always breaking things he has already fixed,” Maybelle assured Evrilla. “Not saying I broke anything,” she quickly added looking at Jacen with a side glance.

“I’m her guardian, for the time being, I have to be here by law,” Jacen said as he pulled a chair and sat down. He wasn’t going anywhere, the last thing he needed was her parents to come back and wonder why he let her get injured. He couldn’t though watch her 24/7, despite every effort to do so. Jacen wasn’t certain, but he thought he noticed what kind of mark Maybelle had. He had seen the same kind of burn on himself while working before as he rolled his eyes. If the doctor wanted to go down the wrong paths he would let her as he crossed his legs as he smiled at Maybelle. He did like the child, even if somehow felt like he adopted a latchkey kid when he wasn’t looking.

“My family went on an away mission and,” Maybelle trailed off trying to figure out how to explain why she was living with Drayke for the next month. It was simple in theory. Maybelle had told Darlene and Cletus that she wanted to stay with Sowyn while they were gone. Not being the most attentive parents, they completely ignored the fact that Rellan and Sowyn had moved off the ship several months ago. This was why Jacen had gotten the call in the middle of the night informing him that Maybelle would just come to his quarters after school and how happy they were for Maybelle to have such a great friend. Maybelle not expecting Darlene or Cletus to pay attention to any detail of what she said had just planned to ride out the next month Kevin McCallister style yet like the famous poet said, things don’t always turn out as you want them to. Thus created the situation of Maybelle in sickbay and Drayke sitting across from her with one leg crossed eyeing her up.

“Now then, would you happen to know if Maybelle is allergic to Metorapan?” She had already pulled up the girl’s records on her PADD, but she offered the olive branch regardless. Maybelle wasn’t, she had been right despite her pronunciation troubles, but repetition harmed no one.
-CMO Evrilla

Drayke, CE

“Sadly they didn’t provide me with a history of… well anything. Her parents just asked me, literally with a midnight call. She does have an allergy though to listening when some people tell them to not working on the school science project without their adult supervision.” Jacen said as he looked over at her with an accusing glare. When he left the replicator was not where they left it, along with some tell tell scorch marks he knew they hadn’t left. “You wouldn’t know about any scorch marks on your project would you munchkin?”

“So what do you like to do Tatly,” Maybelle asked the kid next to her. “There are so many fun things to do on this ship. We got swimming, movies, games, and Mr. Drayke is building us a playground. Not sure when he is actually going to get around to putting up the jungle gym Ms. Kelly and I found on IFEA (Intergalactic Ferengi Exports and Acquisitions).” Maybelle looked at Jacen hoping he would add something about the timeline of the project except his classic response of it’s on the to do list.

Maybelle.

“Look, I am working on it… you somehow keep getting Captain Bordeaux to change the parameters… and I am starting to think it’s the same way my signature got onto the form to accept legal wardship while your parents are going,” Jacen said as he smirked at Maybelle. “Like really… a moat?” he asked her with an incredulous look. “She approved a bloody moat?” he said as he couldn’t help but love the kid’s tenacity in some ways, even if she seemed to cause Jacen nothing but endless grief.

“Back to this burn though, I don’t think it’s an allergic reaction. I have been helping Maybelle with a school project which is creating a miniature replication unit, those marks aren’t that far off of the ones I have had one me far too many times… how close and I munchkin?” he said looking over at Maybelle.

Drayke, CE