Posted by Ensign Riari Vaais (Doctor) in Sick call

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Clinton Reed (Chief Operations Officer) in Sick call

Posted by Ensign Riari Vaais (Doctor) in Sick call
Posted by… suppressed (5) by the Post Ghost! 👻
The new under tunic was going to be the death of him, he had scratched his neck raw with the insistent itching. It was with trepidation and more than a bit of embarrassment that Stores sought help from sickbay.

Walking in to the med deck he looked around for the duty nurse.

Clinton”Stores”Reed, Operations.

<ooc - Hope you don't mind me popping in>

There was a new face in the sickbay that day, a Trill Doctor and Ensign, Riari Vaais was seated at one of the stations, typing away at what was likely the first of many reports she would be drafting while aboard the Dresden. She turned upon hearing the door slide open behind her, one arm draped over the back of the chair as she swiveled to see who it was and if it was an emergency. Her first look at the LT. did not cause her much alarm, so instead of leaping to her feet to held she calmly stood and hooked one hand on her hip.

“Good evening officer, what can we help you with today?” She didn’t recognize him from the parade of new faces she had seen walking the ship, and so with a brief stumble of words, she introduced herself. “And uh, My name is Ensign Riari Vaais. I am the new doctor who arrived yesterday. Are you feeling unwell.. “Her eyes flashed to the pips at his collar, and in noting his rank, also noticed the flush of red growing at his nape. “Lieutenant?”

-Ensign Riari Vaais

OOC, Not at all!

“Stores m’am”, he answered sticking out his hand. Pleasure to meet you. The older man had the too smooth skin on his face and hands that denoted extensive dermal regeneration,
wile the salt and pepper hair and beard stubble hinted at his age. Further giving indication of middle age was his ‘dad bod’ with a bit of a belly, perhaps fifty pounds of additional weight. Tho his clear blue eyes seemed to hide a joke as he greeted the new doctor.

“ I have a bit of a problem…”

Clinton”Stores”Reed, Operations

“Pleasure is mine Stores.” The woman gave his hand a shake, her bright green eyes crinkling a little at the corners with a smile as she released his hand. Her arms crossed lightly, one hand loosely gripping the bicept of the opposite arm while her head canted slightly to one side. Her dark hair was pulled into a twisted bun, small sections of it loose and framing a face that was just past the edge of soft rounded youth and that held eyes that betrayed experience beyond her years. Her face was not yet marred by scar or wrinkle and bore only the Trill markings that swept from her brow, framed her features, and disappeared back into her collar.

“Well perhaps I have the solution for you Lt. Stores. What seems to be the issue you are having today?” Mentally Riari took note of the smooth skin, filing the detail her trained eyes noted along with the name and face.

-Ensign Riari Vaais

“Well Doc, this new uniform is eating me alive.” The operations officer pulled down the neck of the under shirt to show the raw skin. He did not however mention how the shoes pinched and were rubbing hotspots on his feet. “If you have anything that will stop this itching I would grateful.”

Clinton”Stores”Reed, Operations

The doctor nodded once pulling out her tricorder and approaching stores to get a visual look at the skin in it’s distressed state. “A man of your ranking has likely worn one or two of these uniforms before. Have you not gotten a negative reaction while wearing your previous uniforms?” The small flap on the tricorder flipped up to display information as she hovered the tip over the angry skin. “Do you have any known allergies Lieutenant? ” She asked, analyzing the numbers that were lighting up the small monitoring window. When the device beeped softly, Riari reached out to help anchor the undershirt away from his skin so he could let go.

No m’am, never had a problem with my compression body glove or overalls. This is the first time I have been authorized a Fleet uniform.

“You have the look of someone who has needed skin regenerations in the past, was that procedure the result of a similar problem in the past?” The Ensign was all business now, her eyes focused on his neck and collar as she spoke, looking up only when she waited for his response.

-Ensign Riari

Na, plasma burns. They had to regrow most of my lower arms and face. Engineering can get ugly.

Even the superficial scans showed a tracery of nano wires imbedded in his central nervous system and signs of extensive regenerative surgery covering a period ranging from almost two decades to less than one. Combined with the radiation damage and signs of continued radiation and telomere therapies it was obvious the man before her was a veteran who had seen the worse of it.

Clinton”Stores”Reed, Operations

She had opened her mouth to reply to his initial comment, but what she had intended to say died at the tip of her tongue, lips snapping shut as she looked back at the scanner and back at him. “Ah.” Was all she could think to say about the plasma burns, much less the nanowires embedded deep below the second hand dermal. She released her hold on his collar, the fabric shifting back into place to hide the irritation and perhaps add more discomfort to the problem. “My guess is your skin is having an allergic reaction of some sort to the fabrics. Perhaps an unintended side effect of the regeneration paired with your DNA. This only started after you started wearing the new uniform correct?”

“Yes M’am.” Stores nodded.

Riari canted her head again to one side in thought before nodding. “Is the itching a widespread effect or are you only feeling it on your upper torso? Perhaps where the undershirt is touching your skin. What about your legs? Your feet?” She moved away from him, walking to an examination bed and patting the top of it. Tapping on a monitor at the bedside she engaged a privacy screen to shield the small section of the sickbay from view. “If you don’t mind, please remove the top of your uniform so we can get a better look.” She turned to the small viewscreen beside the sickbed and typed in a few commands. “Best case your skin reaction just needs a bit of a steroid cream to right itself out. I will run an allergy test to either confirm or rule that probability. Tell me, was your compression glove and overalls obtained via replicator or was it tailored for you?”

-Dr. Riari Vaais

“Replicated, You can’t get the funk out of an exo glove otherwise.” Looking at the Doctor at her instructions to remove his tunic and shirt he grinned. “Oh, the new rumors are going to be golden.” As he did as instructed. It was apparent that the regenerated skin was irritated were the uniform touched it, with the skin of the neck the worse. Further the bio bed exposed the source of the nano wire, as what appears to be an extensive artificial arachnoid tumor. An extensive positronic network was draped over his brain like a spiderweb became apparent in the scans.

Clinton”Stores”Reed, Operations