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CMO's Office - Dawes Reporting (tag CMO)

Posted Oct. 29, 2022, 11:59 p.m. by Lieutenant Seddk Vock (Chief Medical Officer) (James Sinclair)

Posted by Ensign Dr. P’Mala Dawes (Doctor) in CMO’s Office - Dawes Reporting (tag CMO)

Posted by Lieutenant Seddk Vock (Chief Medical Officer) in CMO’s Office - Dawes Reporting (tag CMO)

Posted by Ensign Dr. P’Mala Dawes (Doctor) in CMO’s Office - Dawes Reporting (tag CMO)
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After meeting with the Counselor, P’Mala had a few minutes before her meeting with the CMO, Seddk Vock. She was excited to meet him–it would be nice to be around another Vulcan more often.

She stood in the corridor near Sickbay and thought back to the previous week she spent on Vulcan in her two-week leave between her academy ship posting and her arrival on the Europa. Her mother and father were preoccupied with planning interviews for an article on the Qowat Milat and she’d spent hours walking the L-langon Mountains by herself.

She sighed. There was always the holosuite and whatever new places Starfleet took them.

Enough navel gazing, she thought to herself and entered Sickbay. The quiet medical sounds soothed her–always gave her a sense of order in the disorder of space. She walked to the CMO’s Office and pressed the bell to alert him of her presence.

-Ensign P’Mala Dawes, Medical

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OOC: Sorry for the delay. I was really sick.

IC:
The door slid open silently and a voice said “Come in.” The office past the door was well-organized, although some crates were stacked neatly in one corner. There was a lack of personality to the room; obvious to a keen observer was that it hadn’t been occupied by the current resident very long.

The figure behind the desk rose to stand. He was Vulcan, although a bit taller than normal. He had the characteristic black hair, pointed ears, and prominent eyebrows of the species. He put his hands behind his back and said “Ensign Dawes. I am Lieutenant Vock, Chief Medical Officer. Welcome aboard. Please be seated. Would you care for something to drink?” His tone was somewhat flat and expressionless, but his voice was a rich baritone which lead to a sense of sincerity to the welcome.

Vock, CMO

OOC: I am sorry to hear that! No worries–just hope you’re feeling much better.

IC:
P’Mala was a little surprised at how much taller the CMO was–almost an entire 6 inches in height. His features were deeper than P’mala’s, and his skin was not the exact shade of olive hers was. But it was nice to be working with someone who had a similar background.

“Ensign P’Mala Dawes, sir,” she said, maintaining a respectful yet neutral tone. “I would like a glass of water, please. Ice cold,” she said, waiting to see if Vock were to offer her a seat first.

Vick gestured to a seat and moved to the replicator. After retrieving the water, he set it on the near side of the desk to her and then sat down.

She didn’t know how much the doctor knew about her background or if he was familiar with her parents’ work, and so like in Vulcan, she did her best to match in tone and intent. A slight nervousness set in.

-Ensign P’Mala Dawes, Medical

“I am pleased to have you on the staff, Ensign.” Vock began. “Your record is impressive, and your background quite solid. Tell me.. did you request this posting? Or were you assigned?”

Vock, CMO

P’Mala thought about the question and gave her earnest response. “I requested it, Doctor. During my time aboard the Academy ship, I performed in-depth research and found that the Eurpoa and its focus on scientific studies in this region of space would be the next logical step in my career. If I may be frank, exobiology and its intersection with Sociology and physionomy are in mybresearch interests, and when thinking about who I wanted to study under, your name ranked very high on my list of potential superior officers. I find myself lucky to have been chosen by the Captain.”

-Ensign P’Mala Dawes, Medical

An arched eyebrow was all of the reaction that came from the statement. “I am flattered, Ensign. However, you do of course realize that I myself am fairly new the ship, do you not? And as that is the case, we will have some work to do before we begin any extracurricular research and experimentation. Is that acceptable to you?” Vock asked.

Vock, CMO

“New or not, your reputation and the Europa’s reputation are very positive,” P’Mala said. neutrally. “Excuse me if I’m getting ahead of myself. Until I joined Starfleet, I was an emergency room doctor. I’m happy to do more than my share of work here, as well.”

She paused. “Speaking of work, is this a good seque into beginning my Onboarding physical examination, or was there anything else you’d like to cover, Doctor?”

-Ensign P’Mala Dawes

Vock stood and gestured to the door. “Please. We will conduct the exam and then, if there are any questions, we may address them then.” He moved out into Sickbay and indicated a vacant biobed. “Please be seated.” he said and began activating the systems.

Vock,CMO

P’Mala followed Dr. Vock into the Sickbay and sat on the indicated biobed as the Vulcan doctor began setting up the machine. It was always so interesting to be on the other side of the doctor/patient relationship. P’Mala had known several doctors to be terrible patients, but she’d never felt the same sort of indignity that the others might have. She wanted to be helpful.

–Ensign P’Mala Dawes, Medical

Vock lifted a PaDD form the holder on the side of the bed and began tapping. “Now then, Ensign… standard inquiries. Has there been any change in your physical health since your last physical? Illness, injury, or issue that you wish to discuss?”

Vock, CMO

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OOC: Sorry I was gone so long! I had to take a sudden health-related LOA.

IC: “Well,” P’Mala said. “On the Academy ship, I did suffer a moderate concussion during an incident in the cargo bay. I haven’t tested my telepathic abilities since then, but my abilities to sense how others are feeling is much diminished, though it wasn’t the strongest to begin with.

-Ensign P’Mala Dawes, Medical

OOC: I hope you are ok now! Welcome back!

IC:
“Very well.” Vock replied and made a note. “Hqve you had any other symptoms? Headache, vision impairment, loss of balance, memory loss, fine motor control issues, or phantom sensory input?” he asked as he took the scanner and began a thorough exam of her brain and cranium.

Vock, CMO

The scanner emitted its usual noise–P’Mala’s old Chief of Medicine at the hospital she used to work liked to call it ‘techno-static.’

On the nearby imager, a scan of her head and upper torso appeared on screen. To P’Mala, it looked like some restructuring of her neural pathways–she could see a slight difference.

“What does it look like to you, Doctor?” P’Mala asked. “I’m not a specialist but something seems off here.”

-Ensign P’Mala Dawes

OOC: What does the scanner show?

James

OOC: I was thinking about how trauma/emotional trauma could have the capacity to rewire a Vulcan’s neural pathways. I’m willing for her to have some kind of alteration that is clouding her capabilities but am willing to RP this some–you can decide something here too and I’ll go along with it!

Vock’s brow furrowed for a moment as he looked at the scan data. He was silent a moment and then activated the privacy screen around the bed. “Ensign, there is something… ‘off’… compared to your previous physical.” He took a seat and looked at Dawes and said “Tell me how you have been recently. Physically and emotionally. Your observation is quite astute. There is some evidence you may have suffered some kind of trauma. As I am sure you are aware, our bodies do their best to protect us from the effects of such events; even going so far as to modify the structure of our brains. But I saw no mention of anything that would lead to this in your record… thus the privacy screen. Although if you are not comfortable discussing what the issue may be with me, I can send for the Counselor.”

Vock, CMO

P’Mala’s mind raced with the implications of this diagnosis but she put those thoughts aside in her mind.

When she was young and wrestled with her emotions, her father taught her the basics of what she’d later know to be ‘compartmentalization.’ She pictured her mind as a museum–a place where her individual experiences were stored–and she could access the memories and emotions any time she wanted, but they were not to control her.

Though, she thought, the emotions were much closer to the surface than they normally were.

She took a breath and spoke calm and slow. “When I was on the Academy ship, Doctor, before I left, there was an… incident. It involved a group of cadets, an Ensign, and a mysterious bottle that opened a pocket universe or some sort of subspace tear that caused a blast and partially consumed half of one Ensign. I hit my head. There was a concussion. And eventually we saved the man, Cadet Baptiste and I. But the mystery remains. And I can’t forget the look on Ensign Morton’s face.”

-Ensign P’Mala Dawes, Medical

Vock set the PaDD to the side and said “That is most unfortunate, Ensign. And I am truly sorry that such an event transpired on your first cruise. Alas, we cannot completely control the circumstances that we find ourselves in. I applaud you for assisting the one you could. Now tell me, Ensign… have you spoken to the Counselor about this matter? It is possible that you have some residual effects. Left untreated…” and he let his voice trail off.

Vock, CMO

P’Mala had met with the Counselor before this meeting–she’d rushed through her intake appointment somewhat, ready to get started.

“I hadn’t thought to bring it up to Lieutenant Nox at the time,” P’Mala admitted. “But to see that any… trauma… might be manifesting itself physically certainly is… troubling. But I’ll make an effort to work on this. I swear it won’t impact my work or how I treat a crewman.”

-Ensign P’Mala Dawes, Medical

V9ck looked at the scan data for some time in silence before he said “I am reasonably certain that the… shift… in your neuro pathways is not detrimental to your abilities, Ensign. However, until such time as I can confer with he Counselor and get their perspective, you will adhere to administrative and facility duties only. You may not see a patient until you are cleared to do so by myself and Lieutenant Nox. Do you understand, Ensign?”

Vock, CMO


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