Posted March 18, 2021, 9:56 a.m. by Ensign Max Church (Nurse) (Russell Watt)
Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman) in Maybe Medical Can Tell Us Apart
Posted by Ensign Randal ‘Randy’ Farquharson (Yeoman Second Rate) in Maybe Medical Can Tell Us Apart
Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman) in Maybe Medical Can Tell Us Apart
Rand had been dismissed by the captain. She was slightly disappointed, she had hoped she’d get to see the Sentinel go to warp, but she gave a mental shrug. She did wait by the turbolift for Randy however. Part of her duties was training him and so she waited for him and watched to see if there was anything else she could tell him to help. But Randy didn’t really need to be ‘trained,’ he was excellent at whatever he did, and he handled the XO’s gruffness with his usual easy going nature. She stopped by their quarters so they could process and then return the reports the CO and XO had signed off on.
Randy dutifully reported by his sister’s side and headed down with her to their quarters. Figuring the pair was the only ones who would understand Gaelic because thankfully the combadge didn’t exist yet and the universal translator was something that was on ship to ship communications, rather than person to person. He leaned over and said, “Tha sgeulachd agam ri innse” Which roughly translates to ‘I have a story to tell’. He waited till they were in their quarters before saying, “I heard that down in the mess hall the cook wanted to sprinkle something special on the dish of a crew member he fancied, well it turns out that instead of the Klingon aphrodisiac, he grabbed a Klingon fire spice! Crewman Gabrielle was in-between the restroom and sickbay all day!”
Rand shook her head, “That’s awful. I hate to laugh, but poor Gabrielle, and the cook! And you know what I want to know? How did he get Klingon anything? It’s not like we are on trading terms with the empire. Oh he better be sure he doesn’t get caught, but if he knows what’s good for him he’ll clearly label his spices next time.”
“We’ve got a medical check-in today.” She sounded strained. “I suppose the CMO will have questions about the other night in the observation lounge.” She picked up a canister from the table, tipped her head back and squeezed: Cheese Whiz! The best kind of cheese there was. Rand ate Cheese Whiz the way some people ate whipped topping. Rand set the canister back on the table, straightened her uniform and took a deep breath. She glanced at the uniform tartan that Randy had disguarded the previous day. “I wonder if I could get away with wearing my sash and brooch?”
Scowling at his sister with a faint smile he said, “Miranda Arabella Blair Elizabeth Scarlett Farquharson! I know we are in the middle of space but for the love, somehow, and I mean somehow you’ll attract ants! How did you even get that stuff onboard?” Randy was furious! Well, mock furious, but still furious! Every time they shared a room, a living area, Rand would leave out food and there would be a colony of ants that would find their way in. He kept up the glare before he broke into a giggle and said, “Alright Rand you can only wear your sash and brooch if I can bring my bagpipes!”
“Okay, okay!” she capped the Cheese Whiz and put in the modern day version of an ice box. “And we’re in space! No ants. And for the record the last time I caused ants in our room we were 9! So don’t you Miranda Arabella Blair Elizabeth Scarlett Farquharson me Randall Oyne Tavish William Ian Farquharson!” She picked up her sash sitting on her bedside table running her fingers over the clan brooch. “Ah well, maybe tomorrow. I’ve got to work the rose fold into it first. And you are welcome to play your bagpipes at any time. I miss hearing you and Dad play.”
Stepping off the turbolift on deck 9 Rand turned to starboard following the long hall way around to the aft port section where sickbay was located. She stopped suddenly and knelt down, picking up a single red rose petal. She held it up for Randy to inspect and made a “shushing” gesture. She entered sickbay and looked around. Hushed noises and a sudden stillness about the area said perhaps no one was expected. Ah food for the gossip mill!
Yeoman Rand“Oh I wonder if that’s the cook trying to make it up to Gabrielle.” He said quietly as they walked, quieting himself before entering alongside her.
En Randy
Rand looked around and held a finger up to her mouth and listened. She nodded her head vigorously. She walked back over to Randy whispering, “Oh he feels awful. He’s really groveling and she’s still sick.” And the sounds coming from the other room only proved how sick she still was. She pointed toward the other door and the main med bay. “Remind me to not attract the chef’s attentions.”
She looked around and nodded to a nurse. “Ensigns Miranda and Randal Farquharson for our physicals.”
Yeoman Rand
Max nodded back at the Yeoman. She put abox down and looked at Miranda and then Randal.
“You,” she said to Randal, “in there, get up on the biobed, we’ll get to you shortly.
“Miranda, Ensign, Yeoman,” Max said, “I’m Nurse Maxine Church, you can call me Max if you like. So, how have things been for you since your last medical? Any changes in diet? Any injuries or incidents that should be added to your file?”
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