Posted April 17, 2021, 2:48 p.m. by Commander Paul ‘Doc’ Hudson (Medical Chief) (Calé Reilly)
Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman) in Maybe Medical Can Tell Us Apart
Posted by Commander Paul ‘Doc’ Hudson (Medical Chief) in Maybe Medical Can Tell Us Apart
Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman) in Maybe Medical Can Tell Us Apart
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“You,” she said to Randal, “in there, get up on the biobed, we’ll get to you shortly.Randy raised an eyebrow before shrugging and saying to Rand, “Looks like we’re in a no-nonsense medical facility.” He looked back at the nurse and saluted, “Yes Ma’am”
Doing as he was told, Randy made his way in and hopped up on the bio bed, kicking his legs back and forth like a young boy might.
“Well then, what have we here?” asked a voice, and then the curtain was drawn, cutting Randy off from the rest of sickbay. The voice belonged to a crewmember with a shaved head and so many lines on her body it seemed that some of her lines had lines of their own. She was also almost nothing more than skin and bones. Like the younger members of the crew, she was dressed in the miniskirt, but she looked very uncomfortable in it.
She looked Randy up and down, and said, “well, I’m waiting for you young whippersnapper. I don’t have all day. The days I have left to serve are likely shorter than the length of this skirt I’m forced to wear. Your name? Your rank? Once upon a time, I probably looked good in a mini, but nowadays, not so much. Eyes up here, young man, not down there.”
It was probably just as good for Randy she had a medical tricorder at hand and not a stick …
Randy was delighted. Old folks were fantastic and she had an attitude that was positively fantastic! “Randal Farquharson, Ensign, and ma’am I don’t care how you think you look, but I have to say you look smashing. You just need to feel comfortable with yourself. I mean look at me, if I can make the mini look good, honey there is no reason you need to be uncomfortable.” Randy had no idea if she was going to accept his praise or not but he smirked, “Need me to just lie here or are we doing any active participation with this?”
“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?”
- Nurse Maxine Church
Randal, Yeoman
Rand liked her matter of fact attitude. It reassured Rand and put her at ease. Friendly but not personable. She was the medical professional and Rand was the patient. Nice and clear. “I go by Rand. And no nothing new to add to the file. My diet is probably a little off. New CO and new schedule and routine to adjust to, but I don’t think it’s caused anything out of the ordinary.”
Yeoman Rand“Oh, of course, Rand, hope the captain and XO aren’t causing you and Randal too many difficulties with their drinks orders,” Max replied, “make sure you get enough sleep and watch the diet. We’ve got a new chef on board and …” she was interrupted by the sound of vomitting from the next session “… let’s just say that apparently his methods aren’t the best. I think I’ll be sticking to the synthesized food for the time being, at least until he stops experimenting.” Max smiled as she said that, “still though, I wouldn’t like to be that crewmember.”
Rand grinned. She wasn’t going to tell it was an accident of ‘love’ until she confirmed the rumor. She was sure Randy had, but it wasn’t nice to pick on the sick.
“That’s all from me, Rand,” Max replied, “I’ll get a doctor to close off on your file and rescue Randal from my colleague.” Max turned and looked around sickbay, “Any Doctors free? Yeoman’s boarding physical should be right for signoff.”
Rand stayed her with a hand on her shoulder, “Oh please don’t. Randy would be so disappointed if you ‘saved’ him. Honestly. He’s probably having the time of his life back there.” Rand waited on the bed for a doctor to come and finish her physical.
Yeoman RandAfter a response, Max walked towards the closed curtains, and opened them and surveyed the scene.
- Nurse Maxine Church, Ensign
Randy, Yeoman
Across the bay another curtained area opened and a decidedly green looking NE in red groaned pitifully on the biobed as the older man in blue said in a reassuring way. “It’ll pass Ensign. Just try and rest for now.” He closed the curtain and gave a shake of his head. “God forbid anyone should choice the salad option next time.” He muttered loud enough that his voice would carry. Then he looked up at the other occupants. And approached Rand just as Max walked away from the bed. He picked up the PaDD and surveyed the readouts. “I’m Doctor Hudson.” He began offhandedly then recognised the young woman from the observation deck. “Oh, hello again.” He said.
Doc Hudson
CMORand was busy laughing at the snipets she could hear for Randy flirting with the very old nurse. He was right in his element. She was brought out of her musing at the approach of the doctor and his mutterings about salad and food. She made note to be seen eating salad at some point. Oh she had hoped…she supposed now she was going to have to answer a lot of questions that she wasn’t comfortable answering. She licked her lips nervously and took a silently but obviously deep breath. “Hello, I’m Miranda Farquharson” She didn’t bother with her position. He would know that from the other night.
Yeoman RandPaul considered her. He quirked one eyebrow. “Feeling better?” He asked and continued to look through the file.
Doc Hudson
Rand couldn’t fake confusion, well she could, she’d even be convincing to everyone else near by, but the doctor had been there and they both knew she was aware of what he was talking about. She had learned a long time ago to not offer information. He didn’t ask what had happened, or for details, simply did she feel better. Usually her anxiety was only made worse by trying to play out scenarios and what ifs in her head. So instead she made the effort to breath calmly and simply answer what was put to her. Otherwise she started talking and giving more information than people wanted and giving herself a panic attack instead. And he was a doctor, so even if he did ask and she told him he wasn’t allowed to talk about it. Unless of course he thought it affected her duties, but it didn’t, she wasn’t on duty that night, well she was, but wasn’t and her record, although short, she’d just graduated the academy. He wouldn’t think her unfit because she was too young plus this would he? She’d worked too hard to get there, no he couldn’t do that, her service was exemplary. And now she was doing the ‘what if’ thing. If Randy could see her he would tell her, ‘Tha e gu bhith ceart gu leòr, anail.’ And so she reminded her self and nodded at the doctor. “I am.” Simple, direct, and honest.
Yeoman RandPaul watched her quietly a moment. “I’m glad to hear it, “ he said cheerfully and stood to watch the vitals being displayed on the bio beds readout panel a moment. “So you got a thing about all Doctors or did I just scare you the other day?”
Doc Hudson
Rand looked at him confused. The night in the observation lounge she hadn’t even noticed him until Randy had made her sit down because she’d gotten dizzy and light headed. “Nei…Neither. I have no problems with doctors nor did you scare me, Doctor. I rather like doctors.”
Yeoman RandPaul smiled. “Well that’s good to hear.” He smiled. “I’d hate to think you wouldn’t want to come visit with us if you needed medical assistance.” He produced a hand held scanning probe from his medical tricorder. “Do you mind?”
Doc Hudson
“Don’t worry, Doctor. I have no desire to suffer in silence if I am injured or sick. Both would be quite the hinderence to being able to do my job. And I don’t think my brother would let me get away with it either.” Rand smiled slightly nodding towards the other exam area where her brother was flirting with the older nurse. “On no, of course not. Please,” she waved absently at the scanning probe and the sat still taking deep breaths.
Yeoman Rand
Paul began the scan moving the device around the young woman as she sat. “Well that’s good to hear at least. So anything to report from your last exam?”
Doc Hudson
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