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Gerald's Checkup

Posted Nov. 6, 2020, 1:38 p.m. by Warrant Officer Gerald Hopkins (Engineer) (Brian Richards)

Posted by Lieutenant Alexis Bonner (Assistant Chief Medical Officer) in Gerald’s Checkup

Posted by Warrant Officer Gerald Hopkins (Engineer) in Gerald’s Checkup

Posted by Lieutenant Alexis Bonner (Assistant Chief Medical Officer) in Gerald’s Checkup
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(Takes place after the meeting with the XO)

Gerald looked at his wrist, a Hamilton MIL-W-46374 adorned his wrist that had been passed down through the soldiers in the Hopkins family since 1981. The original watch was locked away safe on earth, this one was an exact replica of it, but should Gerald ever have something requiring a dress uniform the antique comes back into service. Interestingly enough that watch was radioactive to this day given the paint used to make the the hands luminous. The replica on the other hand glowed in the dark, but was less dangerous at least in that regard. The watch read 10 (or 22 but Gerald knew he hadn’t been in a meeting for over 8 hours) and he knew he had scheduled his medical check up for 10:30. He wasn’t looking forward to it, not because he disliked doctors, but because there were always questions and given the now advanced stages of rejection he was sure they would want to fix him. It was sweet really, young doctors wanting to make sure he was doing well, but they didn’t live with it on a day to day basis. He couldn’t fault them though and headed for sickbay to check in.

SWO Gerald Hopkins, Eng

An NE spotted Gerald and welcomed him. “You must be SWO Hopkins. Dr Bonner will be with you in a moment. This way.” NE Thompson led him to a biobed. “We received your file already.” And looking awkward, “Just to forewarn you, Dr. Bonner is a little young for her position as AMO but she’s amazing. She…well you’ll see.”

Gerald made his way behind the NE and said, “Just Gerald there son, no need to be formal” His voice was electric and crackling from the vocoder in his throat as he said, “Mind me I’m a little on the slower side, the old leg is giving me some trouble.”

A moment later a young woman, not as young as the NE led to believe walked out. But she was very young to be the assistant chief medical officer on a ship as prestigious as Ogawa. “SWO Hopkins?” She held out a hand, “Lt Bonner.”
Lt Bonner AMO

As he approached the bio-bed he saw a young woman approach and he held out his human hand, smiling as he said, “I’m a non-com mam, no need for formalities with me.” He grasped her hand tenderly, in a respectful way and shook it saying, “Gerald Hopkins at your service Lieutenant, it’s good to meet you.” His voice was almost mechanical as he spoke. Each word coming through clearly but it all sounded as though he were speaking through a squarewave generator.

Gerald Hopkins, Eng

Alexis shook his hand. She took note of his preference not really understanding it. Some people were so stuck on rank and others not, and she’d never been able to figure it out. She fell in line with the use of rank because it was there and it was expected. She didn’t harbor that prejudice between non com and commissioned but to be a warrent officer meant that he had really stood out and made a name for himself. He deserved for that to be recognized, but to each his own. Alexis had always hid behind her rank. Not because she felt it made her better than anyone, but it helped remind everyone that she was an officer just like them. At 17 she’d already been serving on a ship, as a cadet, but she’d skipped her final year at the academy and was allowed to serve ship side. She’d been treated differently because of her lack of age so she’d always used her rank like a shield. She couldn’t do her job if people only saw her for her age. But there was something disarming about Gerald Hopkins. “Doctor or Alexis, which ever makes you more comfortable.”

Gerald nodded and said, “Doctor if you don’t mind, you earned it after all.”

She pulled out her tricorder and several other pieces of equipment, “May I?” she asked as she pulled out the first piece to start scanning.

He looked down at the tricorder and nodded with a look of ‘oh right’ coming across his face. “Of course Doctor, thank you for asking.”

“I’ve looked over your records. And I’m very sorry to say that the best we can do, at the moment, is keep you going. There are experimental procedures and other prosthetics we could use, but there is great risk to it. I’m sure though that you are familiar with them all. So tell me, what can we do to keep you in the least amount of pain possible and keep you going?” Alexis was young, but she also wasn’t stupid. The program he had been subjected to didn’t leave a lot of room to help him now. It was a tragedy but she wasn’t going to give him false hope.
Lt. Bonner, AMO

Gerald was all to well used to this being his fate and he said, “You know Doctor, I can’t as though say I’ve kept up on all the latest but I know with my condition being more, shall we say fringe? I’m like an old ship that just needs to be patched together. I appreciate you shooting it to me straight and trust me I’m well aware of how my implants are doing.” He tapped the plating on the side of his head, “I get a readout of my internal systems on here and I know they’re failing, but what good is there in worrying about it. I appreciate y’all taking care of me and I was hoping to get your ideas on how to adapt or modify my neural link, but of course that’s talk for later I suppose.”

Gerald Hopkins, Eng


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