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Sickbay: Rico has a Booboo

Posted Aug. 21, 2019, 6:01 p.m. by Lieutenant Allison Scott (Pediatrics/Assistant Chief Medical Officer) (Kate O'Neill)

Posted by Lieutenant Rico Vanhall (Chief of Security) in Sickbay: Rico has a Booboo
It was Early morning, Ally had been on shift for barely an hour when the doors to the sickbay opened and Rico walked through them. His rostered day off, he had kissed his girlfriend goodbye and a happy day at work, and headed to the Ogawa’s gym closet. It was really more like a closet to the strongly built Chief of Security, his wide frame making the confined quarters of the ships gym seem slightly claustrophobic to him.

He walked in with one shoulder hanging clearly lower than the other, his good hand supporting the elbow of his limp arm. “Ally?” Rico called out as he looked around, spotting Lavonne and Sharevonne off to one side and smiling nervously in their direction. If he looked at them too long, they would likely feed him something full of bad fat and carbs, and it wasn’t yet carb day. Off duty, his attire currently consisted of gym shorts and sneakers, and a tight fitting grey tank that meant the unnatural shape of his left shoulder was clearly visible as he supported it, around his neck a pendant that he had been given by one of the children he met on Orion. It was a nothing pendant, a piece of cheap junk the child had found and made into a pendant, but to the child and to Rico it meant more than anything that Latinum could buy.

“Hey ladies, is Ally around? I have a surprise for her.” He smiled painfully at the two friendly nurses, stopping near the middle of the sickbay.

Lt Vanhall, CoS

“Reee co,” Lavonne drew out the security chief’s name walking over to him. Her gait was more of a swagger with a purpose than a hustle or even stroll. “What you doin’ at 7:15 in the morning in my sickbay,” she cocked an eyebrow up at him. “Gettin’ yourself all banged up before coffee. You know I don’t do pleasant until I get my coffee,” she had a slightly accusatory tone to her voice.

“Girl you know he finds a way to stop by every time Dr. Scott is....Jesus Mary and Joseph what you do to your arm,” Sharevonne pipped in coming around a corner with a cup o’ coffee for her cousin. Sharevonne slowly handed the cup to her cousin as she stared at Rico.

“Looks like he done knocked it out of socket,” Lavonne leaned to the side examing him like a human tricorder. “Probably after whackin’ each other with sticks like some intergalactic fight club. I swear I thought we got away from that testosterone I gotta be a man so I am gonna beat ya with a stick until you go and cry to your momma stuff back in Detroit. Seems we just replaced Wendell and Tyrone with Rico and,” she waited for the security chief to fill in the name of the other injured crewman that was bound to be stumbling in the door any second.

“Pepe,” Sharevonne threw in immediately. “No, wait.. Petrov, Pascal,”

“Peter,” Lavonne threw out another one as if it were a game show and the name of the other guy Rico was fighting with was the grand prize.

“Peter Parker,” Sharevonne gave Rico a quizzical look. “That boy is like a buck ten wet I could put him in a sleeper hold with a Sunday morning church hug and you beat em’ with a stick?” Neither woman was moving fast at treating, triaging, or telling Ally her boyfriend showed up and this time it was not with a 10 o’clock pick me up of coffee.

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