[Sickbay]: Round Six Scans and Vaccines

[ten_fwd_npcs]

Sickbay is fairly ordinary for a ship's hospital. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you might see in a sci-fi thriller. The biobeds along the walls are equipped with biofunction monitors, but look fairly standard. Instead of silver trays filled with metal tools and sawblades, there are an array of small devices that look as harmless as cell phones. As for the staff, they're all well-groomed and friendly. As a matter of fact, all personnel look harmless. Well, perhaps excluding the sun avatar, but Trance Gemini is as skilled as the Starfleet officers.

If you're new to the ship, no doubt you've been escorted here by the security team. Nothing to worry about, the doctors just want to make sure you aren't carrying any viruses or are vulnerable to terrible space disease. Once you've been checked over — a quick scan from a tricorder and any necessary vaccines — you'll be free to go! Lollipops are optional.

"All right, step on in," one of them calls out as you enter. "Don't be afraid. It's just a scan and a hypospray, nothing to worry about."


[ooc: Sickbay is, as always, OTA! For new characters, tagging isn't mandatory but going to sickbay ICly is. So if you'd prefer to skip threading with one of our doctors, you can handwave that your character got a clean bill of health and a shot and were sent on their merry way. For those who are tagging, we have Simon Tam, Rory Williams, Beverly Crusher, and Julian Bashir on deck, with Trance Gemini by request only. If you have a preference, please specify in the subject line of your tag who you would like. If you would like more details about sickbay, here's the wiki page. If you haven't made your intro yet, you can assume the doctors will want to see your character shortly after they arrive, and backtagging is love! There will be a post up in the OOC comm with more details if you have any questions.]

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[alwaysnotwrong]

It was only after Worf had finished with the most stubborn of the new arrivals in Ten Forward (he himself being one of them) that the Klingon made his way -- by standing order of Picard and his previous self -- to sickbay. Standing tall, ignoring the mild wounds he had acquired in the span of less than two hours back aboard the Enterprise D, Worf looked upon this uncomfortable place. He was dressed in an ambassador's robes, all white and grey, severe trim. Aside from his usual baldric, Worf had also acquired a comm badge. With the sigil of the House of Martok resting proudly over one breast, and the sigil of the Federation over the other, he felt strangely at home again. It was an uncomfortable familiarity, grating as a wiry targ-hair tunic.

Sickbay held more bad memories for him than it did good. He had little interest in humouring the doctors here for long, whether the one attending to him be Beverly Crusher or any other. "If you presume that I am worried about a hypospray, you have presumed wrongly." That said in the most uptight tone possible. He hated doctors on principle. That much had not changed in nine years.

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[am_sass_ador]

Sure on a day with new arrivals, coming in for a checkup might not be the best idea. But she was sure there would be something interesting going on.

And ever was she more sore to be right. There was Worf. Looking sour, of course. But very well dressed. And was he a bit older? Or was that her imagination? The baldric was different too. Perhaps the most interesting thing was that emblem on his chest, as well.

If he felt her eyes on him, she wasn't really going to mind. But she was uncertain as to how to address this. This was different and weird. So she did what came naturally when she was unsure of where her emotions would lead: ignore them entirely and make do with humor. "Ah, I don't think I've ever seen you so dressed up before. Shame you do it for Doctor Crusher and not for someone like me."

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[alwaysnotwrong]

That was one voice that Worf had never expected to hear again, well and truly. K'Ehleyr had been in his thoughts after his loss of Jadzia Dax, whether or not he wanted the half-Klingon to be; Worf's memory of the one loss had managed to summon up the other, and neither had ever truly laid to rest. Even if he had slain Duras in K'Ehleyr's name, he could never have been entirely sure that it had been enough to pave her way into Sto'vo'kor.

And just now even that worry was blown out of the bloody water. Worf turned to confront the woman as though he had seen a ghost. Sorry, K'Ehleyr, don't look that look of distress and remorse fool you. Worf is still the dour stubborn cement piling you've come to know and love.

If Worf had had the slightest sense of panache, he would have come up with something to parry. Time spent with Jadzia at least had softened his edge to that abrasive kind of humour. It was all that he could do not to reach his hand out to ensure that this woman was really, truly there. He could not keep himself from uttering "K'Ehleyr," in a tone that was two parts remorse and regret, one part flustered mortification. He said nothing else, though it looked like he might be chewing on a word or two.

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[am_sass_ador]

She shook her head and rolled her eyes. "Honestly, it's like you're looking at a ghost. I'm not that hideous pregnant, am I?" She ran a hand over her stomach. She almost threw out the barb that the baby was most certainly his but she didn't want any medical staff listening to catch that particular detail.

[alwaysnotwrong]

The comment, pointed as it was, hit Worf like a sack of bricks, but not in a good way. He had only felt the strangest connection to this time in place as drawn upon by memories years old, but seeing K'Ehleyr, and Alexander as Worf had never had a chance to... this was all new and wrenched him fully to the present moment.

He slipped off of the biobed. How to even start with this woman? They had had such a fractious history, and when she had died... Now was the time to set things straight. Honesty, then, clear-cut, and Prime Directive be damned. He brought his arms up, hands hovering near the woman's shoulders as though he was afraid to touch her. "K'Ehleyr, I am not the Worf with which you are familiar. I have arrived here from a different place... and a different time. It is... good to see you."

[am_sass_ador]

When he reached out to her, something in her wanted to just hop off her own biobed and dash out the door. She felt her gut drop down to join the baby. She didn't like this. She swallowed hard, with her hands raised for him to keep his distance. Sure, not one bit of her feelings had changed. But how quickly he'd been ready to commit to her was terrifying.

She searched around the room for some kind of answer before her eyes landed on his again. "Have you hit your head? Or maybe had too much Romulan Ale? What are you blathering on about?"