Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Elia Lenka (Scientist) in Check in, Sickbay, Elias Lenka

The NE, his arm full of various pieces of medical equipment nodded in the direction of a lone man in the centre of sickbay who appeared to be running scans on something in a petri dish. “Doctor Harrington can help you with that,” he said briefly before moving off to deliver his load.

As Lenka got closer to the man, she would notice that despite his Medical uniform he looked like he ought more to be a patient than a doctor. His face was gaunt, and it was obvious he had lost a lot of weight recently as his uniform didn’t quite fit him the way it should. He was deeply engorsed in the scans he was reading.

Lenka took in the man’s appearance as she approached, taking note of his thin face and baggy uniform. Though she not ought to judge, she wondered if the medical team here took care of themselves as they did the others.

“Excuse me, Doctor.” She said, giving him a chance to finish his work. “My apologies for the interruption,,” she was quite formal in her speech. It might have almost been Vulcan-like, but she carried a certain tone; irony? Self-assurance? Maybe even arrogance. “I have recently arrived on the Viking and am reporting for my physical examination. I am Lieutenant Elia Lenka.” She did not offer a hand shake that was a custom, seemingly inherited from Humans, and one she did not particularly enjoy. “Do you have a moment?”

Lt. (j.g) Lenka
Sci

The CMO appeared behind and just out of Lenka’s vision, silently and without notice, unless you were Harrington who would see the older man with thinning hair just standing there, watching the Ensign with intense eyes, as if he was judging his beside manner, and well, everything about him.

Dr. Stein, CMO

Harrington finished off the scan and placed the dish down on the table in front of him. “No trouble at all Lieutenant,” he smiled turning around to face Lenka and made eye contact with Dr. Stein over her shoulder instead. Giving no indication that he had seen the CMO other than the brief eye contact, David guestured to an empty bio-bed “If you’ll just take a seat,” he said walking over to the bed trying not to think too much of Steins hawk eyes watching and judging his every move. Just breath he reminded himself silently He’s probably just observing, you don’t exactly look like the worlds most competent doctor.

“Is there anything I should know about medically?” he asked once she was comfortably seated.

Ens. Harrington
Doctor

Lenka took a seat on the bio-bed as indicated. “Nothing that bothers me now.” She replied. “Though about five years ago I suffered cerebral edema from a fall on an away mission. It was treated successfully, and apart from a few headaches, I suffered few after effects.”

Elia was, like her entire species, somewhat cat-like in her mannerisms; she watched his every move with an idle curiosity, almost as if she were conducting her own informal assessment. Her work-mates had often found it disconcerting and she had, on occasion, been called out for it by her various Chiefs. She had never really changed, though.

“I am quite eager to get this examination completed quickly, doctor.” She said this without contempt, but there was denying it was rude, whether intentional or not.

L.t (jg) Lenka
Sci

The doctor was either uncaring of her rude attitude or he didn’t notice, he simply hummed and said, “Shouldn’t take more than a few minutes Lieutenant.” With a pace that was neither fast nor slow, David brought the tricorder in his hand to the forefront and started scanning from her feet upwards. Saving her head for last so he could pay extra attention to it. Despite his outward guant apparence, his movements had the professional ease of a man who had done this before.

“What are your first impressions of the Viking?” he asked casually, to pass time as he completed her scans. It was always a good question to ask, particularly on the Viking, because the ship was many different things to different people.

Lenka’s lip formed a thin line as the doctor began to hum. She tolerated it, though her rigid posture and small sigh gave away her irritation.

“I have seen only Sickbay, thus far, doctor.” She gave a quick glance around. “And everything seems to be in order. One has heard tales, of course, about possible ‘hauntings’ and such, but as a scientist I put little stock into superstitious, unconfirmed hypotheses.”

“I thought as a scientist you would be more open minded about these kinds of things… after all this is space,” David quipped, in a friendly manner. Though he knew Harry had had the same sentiments as Elia until those same superstitions that she had refused to believe in, despite seeing the proof behind her own eyes, swollowed her whole.

The scan results showed a small fluid build up in her left knee, though she had not mentioned anything about it.

“Will this take long?” She asked, impatiently.

Elia Lenka was hardly the perfect patient.

Lt (jg) Lenka
Sci

David hummed “That depends… Would you mind standing up for minute?”

He stepped back eyeing her critically, “Can you lift one leg at a time and bend the raised leg slowly and then straighten it? Let me know if you feel any pain,” He wanted to see if there was any stiffness in her joint movement at all, but he was also testing to see if the fluid was having any effect on her balence.

“Have you been experiencing any issues with your legs recently? Maybe one is more swollen than the other? Do they feel heavier than normal?” He quizzed as she worked through the excercise.

Ens. Harrington
Doctor