Sickbay | Teeth and Claws and Foreheads - Oh My!

Posted Nov. 16, 2021, 4:36 p.m. by Lieutenant Andromeda DeLion (Chief of Keeping Our Bodies Healthy (CMO)) (Leonora V)

Posted by Lieutenant Eleyr of House Em’ujo (Chief of Keeping Our Brains Healthy (CNS)) in Sickbay | Teeth and Claws and Foreheads - Oh My!

Posted by Lieutenant Andromeda DeLion (Chief of Keeping Our Bodies Healthy (CMO)) in Sickbay | Teeth and Claws and Foreheads - Oh My!

Posted by Lieutenant Eleyr of House Em’ujo (Chief of Keeping Our Brains Healthy (CNS)) in Sickbay | Teeth and Claws and Foreheads - Oh My!
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“Jean!” A roar expelled from the hall as a tremendous, wild-eyed Klingon burled into Sickbay. She was a woman on a mission. Eleyr picked through passing souls, intercepting any who seemed remotely un-busy to ask if they’d seen the one named ‘Jean.’ But many afforded her a strange look and anxiously scurried out the door. Was it something she said?

Shaking her head, Eleyr whipped around and caught sight of the reception desk. Success! She bimbled over with a slight pep in her step and lifted her hand to slam it against the desk. But she gave it only a gentle tap. “Hullo?” She grinned, her teeth adding a degree of hostility to it. “Yes. I am in desperate need of a physical. Is the fine doctor available?

– Eleyr, CNS

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“Em’ujo! You’re scaring my staff!” Andromeda hollered from her office. “Why on Rura Penthe are you screaming for Jean?” She practically stalked up to the desk, halting right in front of Eleyr and looking up at her. The current receptionist, a Benzite named Daqqi, couldn’t control her laughter at the sight, ducking beneath the desk to avoid retribution.
-Andromeda DeLion, CMO

“Huh?” Eleyr whipped around to find a sea of baffled, humoured and terrified expressions dotting the medical officers’ faces. She waved a taloned hand. “I assumed the illustrious Jean was on duty,” Eleyr muttered to herself, “I was looking forward to meeting them.” Adorned with a grin crooked with subdued bashfulness, she glanced at the good doctor. “Anyway… do you have a half-hour to spare?” She preferred to avoid another spiel about her routine avoidance of mandatory physicals.

— Eleyr, CNS

“Jean’s on duty. You can meet them on your way out.” Andromeda waved Eleyr into sickbay, smiling widely. “Is this confidential, or is this your physical?” You never know which when the CNS comes barging in.
-Andromeda DeLion, CMO

“Physical…” a frown touched Eleyr’s lips, “sadly.” She envisioned the day when she would barge into DeLion’s sickbay with danger plaguing her eyes and a riveting mystery afoot. Today, however, she submitted to a physical. Tomorrow was a gamble.

— Eleyr, CNS

Andromeda barked a laugh at Eleyr’s disappointment. “In that case, pick a biobed and make yourself at home.” She tapped away on her PADD, already pulling up Eleyr’s file. “Have you had any new developments? Uncontrollable vegetarianism perhaps?”
-Andromeda DeLion, CMO

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