Posted by Ensign Nala Winters (Science Officer) in Sickbay Medical Check-in

Posted by Lieutenant Do’trahk of House Kholl (Medical Officer) in Sickbay Medical Check-in

Posted by Ensign Nala Winters (Science Officer) in Sickbay Medical Check-in
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After meeting her department head it was time to head to sickbay. She wondered through the hallways of the ship more or less stalling and to see where everything was. The ship was huge and amazing. The space station was amazing but she would not want to be stationed there. It seemed as if A post there would be the same boring routin day in and out. This ship however was huge and there would be new adventures every day. Her tail swayed back and forth in a lazy content manner.

She eventually found her way to Sickbay. A full twenty minutes behind schedule. Will, her planned schedule. It was ok though. She looked around the bay. Her ears twisted, and nostrils flared as she took in the sights, smells, and sounds of sickbay. “ Hi! I’m Ensign Nala im here for a boarding physical,” she said. She weighted patiently for someone to direct her. Half of her was tempted to try coming back later.

“Of course, just wait here a moment and the Doctor will be with you shortly.” One of the duty nurses smiled at the Caitian and turned to let the on-duty Doc know that he had a physical to do.

“I can make an appointment and come back later,” she added after a moment of thought. She continued to look around and watch the area around her. Her ears twitched and moved to focus on different sounds. She was studying everything this was somewhat new given she had grown up planetside. She had been on ships but never needed to visit a sick bay. Her excitement surprised her. She expected to be nervous that was why she had drug her feet to get this done in the first place.
Ensign Nala

“Why? Are you afraid of what I might find?” The voice was deep and came from the door of one of the Offices in the medical ward. That voice belonged to a tall and powerful looking Klingon. He wore the standard Starfleet Medical colours but also a Klingon House sash, fingerless leather gloves with metal studded knuckles and sported a shaved head, and a metal eye-patch that appeared as if it was stapled to his skin. His braided black goatee was adorned with many small metal beads and the eye-patch was engraved with two daggers crossed over a flaming background.

She could not help the slight chuckle at the Klingons statement. She held up her right hand. The pink paw pads stand out in a sea of white fur. She tended her hand and nearly two-inch razor-sharp claws appeared. ” Afraid of you or anything funny. I’ve got claws that can go throw flesh like butter and let’s not forget my fangs” she practically purred. She smiled to show off her fangs. She relaxed her hand and her claw disappeared, retracting into her fingers.

“Yes yes, you have teeth and claws, congratulations.” Do’trahk glanced at the claws as he spoke but didn’t seem to pay them any heed. He did, however, raise the eyebrow over his one good eye.

Stepping forward, he was a full foot taller than the Caitian and looked down at her. Slowly, he drew a medical tricorder from the holster at his hip. “Take a seat, Ensign, and I will scan you.” Raising his free hand, he pointed to a free bio-bed, and he spoke slowly and deliberately.

Lt Do’trahk of House Kholl, Doctor

She complied, taking a seat on the indicated biobed. Her tail curled loosely around her right side. It would be the first time that the black rings at the end were easily seen. ” What is your name Doctor,” She asked. Her left ear twitched and a cerouse look crossed her face. She held up a paw. Almost to ask the Klingon to be quiet for a moment as she turned her head the direction her ears moved independently of one another to better pick up the sound and where it had come from.
It was nothing major, just the sound of an argument between two crew members. ” Sounds like someone is having an interesting day.” She said, shaking her head and focusing back on so far unnamed doctor.

Ensign Nala

“Probably the Captain and his mate,” the large Klingon shrugged. “They are having a moment again, I hear.” Once more his voice sounded disdainful, as if the ways of the people in the Federation did not impress him. “I am Lieutenant Do’trahk, Second son of Kholl, of the House of Kholl.” He replied to her question.

” Oh that’s surprising,” she said. She turned her sideways. ” Something is bothering you,’‘ she added.

“Nothing bothers me,” Do’trahk said, baring his teeth a moment. “I am Klingon, and above petty issues. If something bothers me, I just kill it. Then, it no longer bothers me. Hold still.”

She had quite a moment to consider her response. ” I’m Ensign Nala Winters. Though my parents are human, I only recently learned the name I was given at birth.” She said but chose not to elaborate further. There was a measure of confusion in the ensign.

Standing in front of Nala as she sat on the biobed, Do’trahk raised the medical tricorder and scanned the Caitian Ensign. Pausing for a moment, he looked at the results, and then slowly his one eye lifted to look her squarely in her eye.

(What does the scan show?)

Lt Do’trahk of House Kholl, Doctor

The scan would show Nala healthy for the most part. Her temperature was a bit high, and she showed sines of sleep deprivation. But nothing major. She also hit her lack of sleep. The temperature was likely something to do with the thick coat of fur covering her.

Her tail swished back and forth as she wanted. She turned her head sideways. ” What did you find?” She asked.
Ensign Nala

“You are, too fluffy.” The big Klingon replied. “You are running a temperature that is slightly higher than normal for your species, but that may be because of an excessive amount of,” Do’trahk paused at the moment and looked at her, or more specifically, her coat. “Fluff.”

“I can fix that, if you like. I have a shaving device here, it will only take a moment.” He turned and pointed to a small electric trimmer that was sitting on the bench. “Scans are also showing that you appear to be running higher stress levels caused by sleep deprivation, the key markers are clear. It is not a problem, I can give you a hypospray that will render you unconscious for fourteen hours, that should solve your problem.”

Do’trahk shrugged. “You could also return to your quarters and sleep. That will be fine. Nothing is stopping you from being cleared for active duty however.”

Lt Do’trahk of House Kholl, Doctor