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Sickbay - Summoning Captain Rogers [Tag CO]

Posted May 27, 2022, 4:25 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Haadok (Chief Medical Officer) (Trin S)

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Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Haadok (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Summoning Captain Rogers [Tag CO]

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Haadok (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Summoning Captain Rogers [Tag CO]

(Snip!)

Haadok emerged from the recovery ward with a tricorder tucked under her arm and aura of relief. Days earlier, Byrd approached her about a patient with alarming symptoms. Low blood pressure. Tachycardia. Syncope. She complained of a relentless haze that encouraged Haadok to take on her case. They searched for a physiological reason, but each test led to another question. She had no signs of bacterial or viral infection. Though her ferratin levels were a little low, they weren’t concerning. Haadok noticed her cortisol levels peaked outside the standard range, but that was not unusual among Starfleet Officers. She even checked her electrolytes, but they were expected, save for a minor B12 and vitamin D deficiency… but that was expected for a vegan woman living light years from a starlit world. Haadok couldn’t find an underlying pathology.

There was a perceived spontaneity about Romero’s symptoms that Haadok refused to accept. Symptoms were only symptoms because they emerged with a magnitude that the brain could passively discern. Pain. Nausea. Chest tightness. That did not suggest they existed in a vacuum. Haadok knew most signs existed out of touch with Romero’s brain. They were simply too faint or negligible for her brain to register. Haadok needed to find those signs. But, right now, Romero’s physiology wasn’t saying much. And her files said even less.

Then, after conducting a routine neurological scan, they discovered minor craniocervical instability.

It was a nominal difference, but Haadok found even the slightest changes in a human’s neurophysiology had profound consequences on their wellbeing. Romero’s condition, though difficult to detect, was well understood. With time and mild drug and physical therapies, Haadok expected she would improve.

Haadok took in a soft breath and dismissed the case from her mind, focusing on a familiar face.

“Captain Rogers,” Haadok greeted, “I never expected you would develop an aversion to sickbay.” There was, if one could see past her scowl and attentive gaze, a trace of humour in her words. “How are you feeling today?”

— Dr Haadok, CMO

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Shirley smiled in response to her friend’s comment, “The new role keeps me a tad bit busier than usual Doctor. Fortunately, I have a much better Yeoman that keeps me on track with the daily routine.”

“Yeoman Rand is a remarkable officer,” Haadok hummed, “I find her prudence admirable.”

Upon Haadok’s question, Shirley paused for a moment reflecting on how she felt, “The caffeine is kicking in and I had a wonderful breakfast. So, I am feeling quite good actually. I feel quite healthy, so I anticipate that this physical should be routine.”

Haadok took a soft breath to distract from the irked eyebrow encroaching on her hairline and made a mental note to reschedule her fasting glucose and iron. It was one less poke that she suspected Shirley might appreciate. “Excellent,” Haadok remarked, “how is your mental health? Are you making adequate time for rest and leisure?”

She walked over to the biobed and took a seat, “How have you been? Still getting your bearings being on a new ship? It is different from the Hiawatha without a doubt.”

  • Captain Shirley Rogers

Haadok passed the nurses’ station to fetch a tricorder before joining Shirley at biobed one. “Hmm? Oh, I am well. I am still acclimating to the new role and, of course, the culture here. Though, I have no complaints.”

Truthfully, Haadok spent most of her time cooped up in a laboratory aboard the Hiawatha, engrossed in matters of disease and implication. The work satiated her (almost illogical) desire for knowledge for a short while, but it was isolating, and she grew restless. Haadok would deny that loneliness and a need to be around people had any influence on her decision to transfer, but she could not overlook the satisfaction she derived from her new role.

Haadok calibrated the tricorder to Shirley’s biometrics and stole a brief glance at her vitals. “I am confident you know the procedure,” she ran a quick full-body scan, “is command meeting your expectations, Captain?”

—Haadok, CMO


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