Posted Dec. 3, 2021, 11:53 a.m. by Lieutenant Jericho Semenza (Chief Medical Officer) (Nicole Cline)
Posted by Ensign Mike Jones (Doctor) in Sick Bay Checking In
Mike stood outside of sick bay now. He looked at the door and told himself. “Yup there it is.” Although he did forget to say that inside of his mind as planned. He turned his head just in time to see a passing crewman give him an odd look. Mike took another deep breath as he stood and stared at the door brutally before he once more said aloud. “Come on we didn’t come all the way from Ocoee to stand here like a long-legged Egret looking for breakfast. “
One more deep breath. Last one. He frowned with grim determination and took that final step. The one which would open that darn door. The door swooshed open with a grim efficiency. Mike might have found it more comforting if it had squeaked just a small bit. But now he found himself striding into the middle of sickbay as if he owned the place. It was then though that the realization washed over him. His eyes slowly scanned everything. He licked his lips as he took in the equipment. And he could only imagine all the things that could be accomplished here. He stood still for the longest time. Not even really thinking that he should be finding his superior officer to check in. For something else had happened to the boy from Tennessee. He had become a spacefaring Doctor!
Other staff passed him by for a while, going about their jobs. The Sickbay was generally quite a busy place, though not always. Today it was moderately busy. One of the nurses noticed Mike and stopped in front of him. “Excuse me, but were you needing something, Ensign?” the nurse asked him, gathering his rank from his uniform.
Upon hearing his answer, the nurse quickly nodded and led him to the CMO’s office, stopping just outside. The door was already open. “He should be ready for you, go on in,” said the nurse.
Lieutenant Semenza, the Viking’s current CMO, was a somewhat tall man, but not overly so, and quite lanky. His brown hair was kept messy, giving him a more casual look, along with the athletic sneakers he wore with his uniform. The desk in front of him was a plain one, smaller than one might expect, but it was kept neat and orderly and it was really all Jericho needed. The two chairs in front of the desk were equally plain, the sort of chair one would expect in a hospital waiting room or something. When he heard the footsteps of two people approaching the office, he looked up and smiled. “Ah, you must be the new officer I was told to expect. Welcome aboard!”
~ Lt Semenza, CMO
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