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Medical Bay, Reporting in

Posted March 8, 2019, 10:05 p.m. by Lieutenant Commander Collin Harding (Chief Medical Officer) (Charley Gilmore)

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Collin Harding (Chief Medical Officer) in Medical Bay, Reporting in

Posted by Ensign Toren Nalar (Security Officer) in Medical Bay, Reporting in

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Collin Harding (Chief Medical Officer) in Medical Bay, Reporting in
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Toren found his way around the Olympic easily, the layout coming back to him as soon as he had stepped aboard. The faces were different though; he wondered if any of his old crewmates were still board. Three years was a long time in Starfleet, the old crew could still be here, or they could be scattered like dust to all corners of the Federation. Toren supposed he find out one way or the other soon enough.

He approached the Sick Bay and went inside, was the layout different? He didn’t think so, but he’d seen so many Sick Bays over the last three years that it was hard to remember for sure.

“Ensign Nalar, reporting for physical”

Ensign Nalar

A big-eyed, red-headed Ensign looked up from where she was checking and restocking medical supplies. “Oh, hi! Give me just a minute and I’ll get the Chief for you.” NEnsign Sykes set down her armload of various supplies and headed over to Harding’s office. “Cmdr, there is an Ensign Toren Nalar here reporting for a physical.” (I think it would be interesting to have Collin be the first one to see Toren’s back on the ship. Then he can fill Micah in when she returns from lunch?)

OOC: Okay, sounds good. I didn’t want to preempt anything here.

Collin looked up from his console, faint lines crinkling at the sides of his light blue eyes as he gave NESykes a half-hearted smile. He was about to ask if she could track down Dr. Glass to handle the physical as he was in the weeds of an inventory report due to be sent to Starfleet Medical’s oversight division, but a quick glance at his chronometer told him she was likely at lunch and that often meant quality time with Lake.

“I’ll be right there,” he assured the nurse.

Sykes turned from the office and faced Nalar . “He’ll be right with you. If you’d just have a seat there?” She gestured to a biobed nearby.

—Micah Glass/NEnsign Sykes

Toren nodded, half-relieved and half-disappointed that he wasn’t going to see Micah right away, he made his way over to the biobed and sat on the edge, already preparing the lies to explain why his body was covered in scars and his bones showed multiple healed fractures.

Ensign Nalar

It was only a few moments before Harding exited his office and crossed the empty space between him and the Security officer. The doctor was tall, fit, and tan. It wasn’t that he’d seen the sun recently. That was difficult on a starship, but rather as if a childhood spent outdoors, in a sun-baked part of Earth, had left his skin tone permanently warmed. Collin stretched a welcoming hand out to the man, and a broad, toothy grin crossed his face.

“Hello there. I’m Dr. Harding. Welcome aboard the Olympic. Security, eh? You’ve got a good chief in Lt. Oberon. How are you feeling today?”

Collin hadn’t registered the man’s name when NESykes had come to his office, but she’d efficiently queued up his file on the doctor’s padd. Ensign Nalar. Collin scanned the medical information present while talking.

“You know, you’re name sounds familiar. Is it a common Betazoid name?”

Harding, CMO

Toren smiled and nodded “In as much as any Betazoid name is common I suppose” Was Nalar a common name? He had no idea, but then it wasn’t likely that the Doctor did either.

“Depending on how long you’ve been on the Olympic you might remember me from my last tour…” he also guessed that the Doctor might have heard his name in passing, especially since he was Micah’s boss, but he resolved to leave that unsaid, again not sure what the reception would be if Lake’s long-absent Father suddenly showed up, Humans could be funny about that sort of thing.

Ensign Nalar

OOC: Are the scars new? I don’t remember him being covered with them.

D…

“Just over two years,” Harding responded as he scanned down the medical records, only beginning to form the full picture of who was in his Sickbay as he saw from where Nalar’s recent medical records came. The mining stations and trading posts weren’t common, but not altogether notable for a low ranking officer, but Federation Prison was a first.

Collin’s role as CMO was not to probe deeply into a patients non-medical past, and he had never met Nalar. Normally he would say nothing, but he had little doubt the Betazoid would easily pick up on Harding’s moment of recognition.

“Your Micah’s Toren aren’t you? Does she know you’re here?”

He couldn’t imagine Micah would know Toren was returning and not told him.

Harding, CMO

Toren smiled “I doubt she’d ever forgive you for calling me hers,” he said by way of confirmation. He sensed the moment of surprise, but he was nothing if not his Mother’s son, so not probing deeper came as a reflex, his intuition told him that it was probably his time in prison that had caused it, it was the only surprising thing about his record.

“Micah was the Counsellor when I left, how did she end up as a Junior Medical Officer?”

Ensign Nalar

“I wasn’t aboard then,” Collin deflected. It was true, although Micah had filled him in on much of what happened. He believed she preferred the reduction in responsibility and stress that came with a junior posting, but he’d let her share that with Toren. “She makes a wonderful doctor. Really, my gain there. Any complaints? Physically?”

Harding, CMO

Toren made a mental note Loyal and his respect for the Doctor went up a notch, even if his loyalty, in this case, meant that Toren wouldn’t be able to squeeze him for any information on Micah.

In answer to the doctor’s query, he shook his head “No, the one upside of the crappy assignments I’ve been getting is that I needed to stay in fighting shape, I’m probably in better condition that I was when I was last here” he said truthfully.

Nalar

“I can call up your old chart and check if you’d like,” Collin deadpanned.

“You never answered my question, by the way. Does Micah know you’re here?”

Harding, CMO

Collin let the question hang between them as he completed his scans. Nalar seemed to be in fine shape, physically. A part of him wondered if he’d remain that way after Micah saw him, but he said nothing. He worried about her more than him, naturally. He knew how difficult it had been for Micah to find a sense of normalcy the last few years and he was sure she’d landed where she needed to, but that foundation was tenuous and there was little more dangerous to her stability than this certain surprise.

Harding, CMO


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