Posted April 24, 2021, 1:51 p.m. by Ensign Jaclyn "Jax" Harper (Medical Officer) (Trin S)
Posted by Lieutenant Lunan Farrah (Chief Science Officer) in Sickbay - Lunan’s Physical
Posted by Ensign Jaclyn “Jax” Harper (Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Lunan’s Physical
Posted by Lieutenant Lunan Farrah (Chief Science Officer) in Sickbay - Lunan’s Physical
After reporting for duty, Lunan had a little down time before the start of alpha shift, so he decided to use the time wisely and head to Sickbay to undergo his physical check up. As he crossed over the threshold into the familiar sight of the small lab-like space, he recalled the times he and his father had spent on his personal holodeck on Bajor, working on hypothetical experiments. He remembered one of the most inspirational things his father had said to him before leaving for Starfleet Academy:
Remember Farrah, do all you can to prove yourself, though it will be important to ask for help where appropriate. Farrah never did understand why his Father contradicted himself in such a manner, but Prophets willing, he would do his best.
“Good morning,” he said briskly to a Nurse running a maintenance check on a biobed, “My name is Lieutenant Lunan, I’m here for my boarding physical.”-Lieutenant Lunan Farrah: Chief Science Officer-
Having caught the tail-end of his words, the nurse lifted his head somewhat quizzically to the Science Chief. An unusual look flickered across his features before erupting into a large grin once he’d married the pieces together. “Sure thing,” he jumped on an excuse to step away from this finicky biobed. “Why don’t you take a seat, Lieutenant—” he gestured to a functioning bed “—I’ll go fetch a doc for you.”
Several seconds elapsed before the nurse returned with an eccentric, razor-eyed doctor in-tow. “Lieutenant Lunan?” She approached him, extending a tattooed hand and crooked grin in greeting. “Dr Harper. I hear you’re in for physical this morning?”
She took a fleeting second to snag a medical tricorder, then gestured to the nurse to pull up his file. “Before I start any scans, do you have a history of any illnesses, injuries, random genetic conditions that somehow popped up in your thirties..” she waved her hands in a manner of you-get-the-picture “..anything to that degree?”
— Jax Haper, MD
“There is one small thing,” Lunan began, unclipping his uniform jacket and lifting his shirt to reveal what looked like the scar a radiation burn would leave behind, “I have been living with the effects of this for some time. During the Cardassian Occupation, I was often a… test subject for some of the radiation toxins they were planning to use against both the Maquis and the Federation. The Cardies did a bad job of patching me up, but it took three weeks of Intensive Care on the USS Castillo to repair it fully. Even now it flares up occasionally.” Lunan’s fists clenched as he recalled a bad memory.
-Lieutenant Lunan Farrah: Chief Science Officer-
Jax took a moment to digest his words. A tender smile flickered across her face as she tentatively stepped forward, her gaze wandering to the irregular, patch-like scar. “May I?” She lifted a hand in a patient gesture. Harper thought to check his skin for fibroids and inflammation on the off-chance there might be a worse culprit to his intermittent pains. But she was more concerned about the psychological damage.
“I noticed your fist clenched.” Her voice didn’t allow for softness, but there was genuine concern. “Are you talking with anyone?”
– Jax Harper, MD
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