Posted Feb. 9, 2019, 1:17 a.m. by Lieutenant Allison Scott (Pediatrics/Assistant Chief Medical Officer) (Kate O'Neill)
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Jonathan Reez (Chief of Psychiatry) in Carraya IV - Medical Team
Posted by Gamemaster Mischief Maker (Gamemaster/Fate bringer) in Carraya IV - Medical Team
Posted by Lieutenant Commander Brad Walker (Chief Of Staff/Second Officer) in Carraya IV - Medical Team
Posted by… suppressed (2) by the Post Ghost! 👻(snip)
It wasn’t the first time someone had offered her the option, but the influx of new people and the realization that everything was about to change in some way made Ketra reach out her hand. She eyed the PADD hesitantly before taking it by her free hand. She simply held the device on her lap, careful not to disrupt Ally’s work.
Scott’s healing of the rest of the burn proceeded without issue and given the extra dose of the antibiotic, the infection would be fully dealt with.
As they finished up, Ketra would surreptitiously scan the room at regular intervals, as one might if they were on patrol.
~Mischief Maker
“Are you looking for someone?” He asked Ketra, wondering what she was looking for. It could be trying to find someone, or maybe just from experience to stay alive.
Ketra’s look was a bit confused as she shifted her attention back to Jonathan. She gave a tiny nod.
Giving Reez a look that said Medicine 1 : Psychiatry 0, Drake walked around the bed and leaned on the wall. “So, was this the only case she gave Starfleet? The woman in charge mentioned three head traumas. And those were the noteworthy patients. I did this specifically, emergency response, for two years. Chose that over being Head of Surgery on the USS Hope. Maybe the Commander here tries to get our patient to open up while I handle general medicine and Scott does paediatrics? Just a thought, from a dash of experience. Divy up the work to each specialist and pass patients along. When the surgeon is done, turf them to the generalist. Things like that. We don’t have a true generalist with us, but I don’t hear anyone calling out for a trauma surgeon.”
-Dr Drake Marshall
Ally opened her mouth to reply and then closed it sharply. She did not have to be the chief of psych or a Betazoid to notice that tensions were increasing like the gases of Krakatoa. Jonathan’s typically lax posture was straightening out to that of a full-blown officer ready to hand you your arse yet his voice had this freaky calm tone to it. To her, Marshall was also gunning up for a showdown of whose pips are more sparkly.
“Doctor Marhsall, we all have experience here… none of us our going around and listing our medical past to try and inflate our egos. So please step outside and wait for yourself to be called on. As the ranking officer here, consider it an order.” Jonathan said, he was calm but he had it with the attitude of the officer and was going to make a point to bring it up with the Captain. They had patients to treat and didn’t need someone trying to showboat. Alison and himself could help the doctor here and someone like this wasn’t going to be any use as they tried to help in a crisis. “When we need you, we will bring you out of time out.”
Reez, CoP
Slowly Ally stopped working and looked at both men. This situation was making little sense to her. Jonathan may sit behind a desk now and hold up paint splotches but if you looked behind his desk you would see four diplomas. Two were from Starfleet detailing his qualifications as a medical doctor with a specialization in neurology and psychiatry and two were from Betazed explaining how he could make any species cry like a toddler with the cross-culturally sociology and Interspecies Psychology degrees. One outranked the other but they both were experts in their fields.
“You know somewhere in the middle of this ya’ll seem to have forgotten that the hundred and twenty-five-pound blonde is the assistant chief medical officer,” Ally looked up at both men. She did not have the stare Jonathan had honed nor the precise posture of Marshall but she did, oddly enough have the power to toss them out of the room. “Drake you are not adding to the solution and right now Dr. Reez is assessing this woman’s comfort level with her care team and I am pretty sure she is going to say we failed Bedside Manor 101. So if you wouldn’t mind following the Commander’s order and cop a squat outside until we have a need for some ER expertise.”
Ally did not push the conversation further. Instead, she directed her attention to the woman she just finished treating. “You are okay now. I promise. Anything I can get you besides three doctors that obviously don’t spend shore leave together,” she tried to lighten the mood with a joke. It was a bad joke but it was all she had.
Lt. Ally Scott, Pediatrics
Ooc: Guys, while I’m not sure this is helping the patient…I am loving the interactions between your characters so much right now, thank you for that. Sam you’re gunna end up spending time in the brig cough janitors cupboard with Jarvis at this rate :p -Cale
OOC: Seconded :D The good news, I guess, is I have two sickbays I can split you all up between before someone throws a glove at someone else and demands satisfaction…
-Brandon
OOC: This whole thing is making me laugh!
IC:
Ketra looked about, keenly aware of the tension there, but she shifted her attention to Ally and for a moment there was clear fear there before the look disappeared and was replaced by neutral calm.A moment later, the main door to the clinic opened and another Romulan woman stepped in, pushing the door shut with care. She moved over to the group in the makeshift Primary Care area and smiled at the group but Ketra in particular. “I was told you were up here,” she said. Ketra seemed to relax a great deal.
The new woman looked at the trio of medical staff and bowed her head. “I see the backup has arrived finally. I’m Linisa, Ketra’s shelter mate and old friend,” she greeted to the three Starfleet officers. Linisia was tall and slight in build, though clearly muscular and looked like she usually did intense physical training.
Turning her attention back to Ketra, Linisa smirked slightly. “I waited for the last downpour to end, Elements be thanked that it was shorter than yesterday. I haven’t seen this much rain since that one winter in Ki Baratan, remember?”
Ketra’s expression actually shifted and there appeared to be a bit of a smirk that was trying to sneak onto her face, though her eyes showed the amusement. She nodded slightly.
“See that’s what I wanted to see, the smile is good on you Ketra.” Jonathan said as he smiled warmly at the young woman, looking over at Linisia he bowed. “Pleasure to meet you I am Jonathan, this is Ally and… well you saw Doctor Marshall on your way in.” Jonathan let the piece sink in, his hunch was correct but now wasn’t the time to push Ketra much more.
Linisia seemed entirely unfazed by her friend’s lack of words. “How’s it healing?” Linisa asked Ally directly, gesturing to the disappearing burn and infection.
~Mischief Maker
Reez, CoP
“Right as rain. Pardon the pun,” Ally said turning off the dermal regenerator. “You should have no more problems with it. It might be tender but should be fine,” she said putting the dermal regenerator away and standing up.
Lt. Ally Scott, pediatrics
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