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Side Sim [Primary Medical Suite]: Medical Check-In

Posted May 9, 2022, 9:40 p.m. by Lieutenant Drake Marshall (Surgical Chief/ Emergency Medicine) (Sage Pennington)

Posted by Ensign Caelian Weir (Engineer) in Side Sim [Primary Medical Suite]: Medical Check-In

Posted by GALEN (AI) in Side Sim [Sickbay]: Medical Check-In

Posted by Ensign Caelian Weir (Engineer) in Side Sim [Sickbay]: Medical Check-In
Four hundred fifty-one…

A slow breath in. Held for four seconds, and then let out slowly through pursed lips. When his body wanted to stop, Caelian threw his will behind it and forced out more until his body fairly rattled. He knew completely emptying his lungs was physically impossible—maybe for some other species, but not humans—though the primal cluster in the back of his brain screamed the contrary. Finally empty, he clutched his fingers together and held his… what? Well, it wasn’t breath, but he held it nonetheless. The darkness around him began to pulse and shudder, and still he held it. Finally, he allowed his body to fill with oxygen again slowly through his nose until his chest stopped feeling like it was going to crack and implode.

Four hundred fifty-two…

Another slow breath in, but as he held it and started to count to four an odd hum tingled his skin. Interaction between artificial gravity and astrogational shields, he noted absently. The fluctuation in charged particles at the atomic level where the secondary input module adjusts for both a larger craft’s spatial density and its electromagnetic output. Caelian noted the hair on the back of his neck twitch as if caressed by an invisible hand. The feeling fell away, and he continued with his breathing exercises. It was a little more difficult with the sense of anxiety building in his core. Not quite fear or excitement, just the subconscious readiness of a body knowing what would come next.

Four hundred fifty-three…

A low hum preceded a metallic rumble, followed by a subtle shift in the air density around him. Slowly opening his eyes, Caelian noticed a small scuff on one of his freshly-polished boots and made a face. His battered toolkit rested calmly against his leg, somehow managing to laugh at his concern for show considering its given state. Everyone expects an engineer’s toolkit to look banged up, he thought sourly. An engineer with a pristine kit is either lazy or a desk jockey. The ensign kept his eyes firmly fixed on the deck between his feet while the shuttle pilot spoke into the comm.

“We’re here, kid.”

Taking yet another deep breath, Caelian stood and immediately faced the rear of the craft. Even with the barest brush with empty space at the blurred periphery of his vision, he wanted to be sick. Though considering his new posting, perhaps this was the best place for it. That thought brought a wry smile to his face as he moved towards the rear of the shuttle and the docking port.

“That’d be swell,” he murmured beneath his breath as he watched the access panel perform a seal check. “I can see it now. ‘Ensign Caelian Weir, reporting as ordered. Oh, and if you don’t mind a bit of colazione in the carpet, the shuttle ride is rather pleasant.’“

A startled cough came from his shoulder, and the engineer turned. “What’d you say, kid?”

“S-Smooth ride from the starbase, sir,” he lied with a chuckle. He tried very hard to keep his gaze fixed on the other man’s collar and not the blanket of space draped across his shoulders. “D-Do you have any idea who I’d report to for screening, Lieutenant?”

As the hatch opened, the pilot barked a laugh and nudged Caelian out of the shuttle. “Lucky for you, kid, this here’s a medical vessel. Throw a rock, hit a doctor! Hells, the poor bâtards mucking out the replicators are probably qualified enough.”

“You… don’t actually muck out—” the engineer started to reply until the other man rolled his eyes and snickered harder. “Right.”

Slapping Caelian on the back and gripping his shoulder, the lieutenant heaved a dramatic sigh. “C’mon, kid. Let’s see if we can get you settled. Maybe they’ll have a hypospray full of humor and common sense stocked.”


Caelian did find it a bit ironic for Starfleet to design a medical vessel to have a designated sickbay, but he supposed he could understand why as he stepped beyond the threshold. He did a slow inspection of the various devices and monitors, tubes full of oddly-colored liquids and twitching specimens. It was as neat and sterile as any Starfleet Medical office he’d ever been to, and then some. The engineer tried to keep the lopsided smile plastered to his face, but even he could feel it slipping. Why here? he found himself asking. Maybe Command wanted to give me more shake-down time?

Shrugging inwardly, he tentatively called out, “H-Hello?”
—Caelian Weir, Engineer—

A small shimmering light indicated that a holocrew member had just initiated. The interesting thing was that this member decked out in a white medical uniform variant and lab coat seemed to be human and around 16 years old. The words above his pocket read Doogie - Medical Hologram

“Ahem, please state the nature of your medical needs.” He said clearing his throat and looking around. Noticing the engineer he raised his eyebrows.

“Hello, welcome to the medical suite. Can I assist you?”

Doogie
MH

Ooc: I’m assuming you’re at the primary medical suite Jason? We have two :) any medical people want to jump in?

A wry smile climbed onto his face as he considered the hologram. Perhaps a bit more clinically than he truly meant to, Caelian found himself looking the image over with an engineer’s scrutiny. For a moment, the world froze as his technical mind evaluated the resolution, tried to locate the emitters, considered the photonic density. A part of him chided the other for being so distant with something bordering on sentience, but the other half laughed and let him wander. After a moment, the ensign shook himself and smiled broadly.

“Not the standard-issue EMH, are you?” he chuckled. “Not sure if this is some kind of inside joke, or they adjusted your firmware to possess a less-threatening persona. This is going to be a very interesting assignment.”

Setting his toolkit and duffel down, Caelian made an apologetic gesture. “I-I’m Ensign Weir, just transferred in. Did I… come at a bad time?”
—Caelian Weir, Engineer—
[OOC: Fixed the title, apologies! :D]

Drake watched from a distance for a moment as the irritatingly young EMH attempted to offer assistance to the newbie. “Nothing about this ship is standard.” He said from where he stood, near the nurse’s station. He walked over to the pair of them and said, first to the EMH “You’re relieved Doogie. We’ll call if we need you.” Then to Caelian “Don’t mind him, he works just like any other EMH. Don’t know why he looks like a kid, and at this point I prefer not to ask. So, Ensign Weir, Engineer, is it?” Most of the time, the doctor was consulting a PaDD, as though too engrossed to fully engage with Caelian.

-Dr Drake Marshall


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