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Medical Check In

Posted April 13, 2019, 5:48 p.m. by Ensign James Franklin (Engineer) (Dave Eads)

Posted by Lieutenant Natasha Daye (Doctor) in Medical Check In

Posted by Ensign James Franklin (Engineer) in Medical Check In

Posted by Lieutenant Natasha Daye (Doctor) in Medical Check In
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Walking along the corridor, James was lost in his thoughts. Every ship looked very similar to every other ship he’d been on, but every ship’s interior was slightly different. However, something about Saracen’s corridors reminded him of his time on the Wyvern; which left him in a rather foul state of mind. It seemed to him that no matter how far he ran, or how hard he threw himself into his duties, he just couldn’t escape those memories. Oh well. Head down, get through it.

With his duffel still over one shoulder from the shuttle trip, James headed for Sickbay. Better get it over with… Once he arrived, he stepped inside and set his bag down. Blue eyes flitting around the bay for signs of life.

Natasha sat praying for an attack. Romulans, Breen, Rogue pirates, heck even the Borg would not be someone she would say no to right now. Anybody was better than being trapped in a circular conversation with her grandmother. Mila was wonderful but she also had the tenacity of a boa constrictor and would squeeze the life out of you if she thought you were holding something back. Now that the cat was out of the bag with Dante conversations like this would go on forever.

Luckily it was not a hostile foe that saved her but someone entering sick bay. Standing up she moved towards the entrance of Sick bay. She was not going to let someone steal his ailment and send her back to Ludmila Petrov.

“Babkhushka, mne pora. YA dolzhen idti. Da, no .... poka .. poka …( Babushka I have to go. I have to go. Yes but....bye..bye…)” she said rapidly clicking off the call from her personal communicator.

“Hello..?” He said, traces of a southern drawl in the inquiry.

Franklin, Eng

“Zdravstvujtye…I mean hello. Hello,” she repeated with a soft grin. “I’m Dr. Daye. What can I do for you,” Natasha said picking up a Padd from a nearby counter.

Lt. Natasha Daye

The somewhat burly engineer looked up, half startled.. “Oh.. I uh.. Just here for a boarding eval, Ma’am. If’n you’ve got the time… I can come back if it’s a problem.” His own english was accented thickly, though with a southern drawl. His blue eyes watched the doctor as he shifted the bag slightly.

Franklin, Eng

“Of course I do,” she said with a smile and then notices his eyes on the door. “I promise not to stab you with anything sharp unless you get to be a handful” she teased. “However just know I was on the sprinting team at the academy and I can make it to the door it less than 2.1 seconds if you try to bolt. I might be short but I’m wirey.” She delivered the last sentence with a deadpan expression. The only thing that would show she was joking was her eyes as she let her dart to the dart as if gauging the distance.

Franklin looked at her a bit perplexed.

“Oh and I also have lollipops sooooo should I get my running shoes on or are we gonna saunter over there to that table and get this over with. I suggest the latter,” she let her smile come back. People entering sick bay that were not sick could be a pain in the arse. She hoped this guy had a sense of humor. It made check ins go so much smoother.

Lt. Natasha Daye medical

He laughed weakly, and moved to the table. “I guess I’m done running from the inevitable..” James quipped, hoisting himself onto the table in a sitting position. This was odd.. but perhaps better it be odd than tedious…

-Franklin, Eng


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