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Secondary Sickbay: Main Sim

Posted Feb. 24, 2019, 12:44 p.m. by Lieutenant Drake Marshall (Surgery and Emergency Medicine) (Sage Pennington)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Brad Walker (Chief Of Staff/Second Officer) in Secondary Sickbay: Main Sim

Posted by Crewman Jasper Jarvis (Cardiology and Surgery) in Secondary Sickbay: Main Sim

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Brad Walker (Chief Of Staff/Second Officer) in Secondary Sickbay: Main Sim
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=/\=Bridge to secondary sickbay. Prepare to receive injured and infirm from Carraya IV clinic. Standby for further details.=/\=

OOC: Any medical staff not down on the away mission? If not, can we get some medical NEs please?

-Lt. Cmdr. Brooks, XO

Dr Jarvis was sat behind a desk reading from a PaDD when he heard the message come through on the comm. Having swerved the academy he had thought it prudent to take a crash course in star-fleet protocol and so had begun devouring the rulebook as it were. A dull text to be sure, but one he intended to become well versed in. After all, you could not find ways to circumvent the rules if you did not first know them. He had also brushed up on things such as the rank order, of which he was at the very bottom. Uniforms, which it transpired he had been given something archaic, presumably the captains attempt at a joke. And the many functions of the star-fleet badges, something that was about to come in useful.

=/\= Secondary sickbay. Send them down if you must. Dr Jarvis out. =/\=

Dr J Jarvis. M.D

A few minutes later, Brad swept into the larger of the Owie’s two Sickbays, thankful to see he’d arrived before any of the patients.

“Dr. Jarvis,” he said, acknowledging the madman he was responsible for. “Are we prepared to receive patients?”

Lt. Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

Doctor Jarvis looked the Commander up and down and gave him a crooked smile. “You make it sound as though we are inviting them over for afternoon tea, Commander. Had I known that, I would have put the kettle on and sent for plates of cucumber sandwiches and crumpets. However, if you intend to treat them, you will find the staff and equipment ready and able.”

Dr J. Jarvis M.D

“Excellent,” Brad said. “Though getting afternoon tea set up for their current physicians isn’t a half-bad idea,” he added, as though he hadn’t been planning it himself. “The menu could use some work, but the general idea is solid.”

Lt. Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

Dr Jarvis looked at him with a slight sneer. “I would have thought treating the patients would take precedence over feeding the staff? Or is it Star-fleet policy for the doctors to sit down to afternoon tea while the patients crowd out the waiting area?”

Dr J. Jarvis M.D

“We’re here to provide relief to both the patients and those currently treating them,” Brad replied coldly. “There are enough people here to cover treatment of the refugees while we arrange a hot meal and some rack time for their current providers.”

Lt. Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

“You make it sound like we are running a soup kitchen for the homeless, Commander,” Dr Jarvis replied. “Tell me, is it common practice for us to serve food in what is supposed to be a sterile environment?” he asked, actually interested in the reply as he had not yet started on the hefty tome regarding sick bay protocol. “I would have thought the lounge and its staff would have been better suited to that task.”

Dr J. Jarvis M.D

Brad’s eyes narrowed further. Obstinate jackass!

“The lounge is too far away for them to give input on their patients’ conditions if we need it quickly. The admin suite and conference room can be configured to host a buffet, and I know my office at least has a sofa that can be configured into a cot.”

Lt. Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

In transporter room 1, Dr Marshall appeared and an alarm went off. The computer said “WARNING. FOREIGN PATHOGEN DETECTED. REPORT TO SICKBAY.” The NE Transporter Chief came around to show Drake the way. “Don’t you see the damned labcoat? I’ve been there before.” He stormed out.

A few minutes later he entered sickbay. “No time to talk. Foreign pathogen.” He grabbed the tricorder off his belt and began scanning himself.

-Dr Drake Marshall


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