[Sickbay]: Round Eight Scans and Vaccines

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O-kay, so things have been a little ... odd on the ship. Some people have been acting rather out of character, ducking their duties for romantic escapades or complaining that their good friends aren't quite themselves. Romance may be in the air, but the CMO has other ideas. Like maybe an alien pest who likes to play tricks on people. Her sickbay hasn't gone unaffected, but luckily the strange effects are beginning to wear off and people are returning to work. Still, she's prepared to treat anything. Just please assure her you were safe and responsible if you, uh, made a special friend.

If this is your first trip to Sickbay, you may be surprised to see that it's a fairly ordinary-looking 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, relatively harmless.

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 IC going to sickbay is. 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: if you have a preference which doctor sees your character, please specify in the subject line of your tag who you would like (Beverly Crusher, Julian Bashir, Sam Wilson, Mack Gerhardt, and Merlin are definitely on deck, with possible appearances by others). There is a post up in the OOC comm with more details if you have any questions.]

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Bruce to Beverly

[doctorbrucebanner]

Bruce arrived, unsure, nervous, but wanting to get this over with. Since he had questions in addition to being checked out, he was hopeful he could talk to the CMO ahead of time, and it appeared he had chosen well. Carefully, he knocked, his modified PADD strapped to one hip as he waited.

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"Just one moment," Beverly calls from her place behind her desk. She's preparing her notes for the latest round of checkups.

Once she has reached a decent stopping point, she glances up and moves away from her desk. "Yes? How can I help you?"

[doctorbrucebanner]

Bruce smiled and stepped forward, offering his hand. "Hi, I'm Doctor Bruce Banner. I was wondering if I could have a few minutes of your time. Ah, both as a visiting doctor on your ship, and as a new patient." His voice was quiet, and his face showed slight anxiety, only a piece of the anxiousness that filled him, on a level just below the roiling rage that never left.

"If you don't have the time, I can come back later, but... it is important." He paused, then nodded. "At least the latter is."

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"I have some time," she says, recognizing his anxiety right away. "Please, come have a seat."

She gestures to one of the empty chairs that sit opposite her desk, and then holds out her hand.

"Dr. Beverly Crusher," she says. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Dr. Banner. What seems to be the trouble?"

[doctorbrucebanner]

Bruce shook her hand and sat. "Thank you, and the same to you." He settled and leaned forward, speaking quietly. "My reasons are two fold. One is that I am a doctor of, among other things, medicine, skilled in handling both normal and emergency care, as well as superhuman situations. I am willing to volunteer if you need the help." He hoped she did not, but being busy was good, and he would always help if it was needed.

He took a long breath, then kept going. "Second is that I have a condition that is a little touchy and needs specific care if anyone is to administer medicine to me, or check my vitals in any situation. I was exposed to massive amounts of Gamma radiation years ago and mostly I don't radiate, but inside, I am... very radioactive. My body has a mutation that keeps it from getting outside, but blood or tissue samples, or a wound, could expose others to danger."

[ten_fwd_npcs]

She leans back against her desk, pocketing her hands and crossing her ankles. She looks thoughtful, if not a little stern. Beverly is kind, good-natured, and maternal, but when it comes to matters of her sickbay she is the utmost professional.

"Explain to me what those 'other things' you're a doctor of are," she asks, adding a moment later: "And what you mean by 'superhuman situations'?"

However, as he continues the subject of volunteer work pales in comparison to the mere suggestion of the ship being in danger. She straightens immediately, eyes wide, and reaches for the closest tricorder.

"Are you saying if you get a paper cut, you could be exposing someone to radiation sickness?" she blusters, holding out her tricorder to get his approval on her using it. Normally she wouldn't delay, but he had said his condition could be 'touchy' if she were to check his vitals.

[doctorbrucebanner]

"In addition to medicine, I have doctorates in biochemistry, nuclear physics, radiative studies, and engineering." Bruce was not shy of his mental abilities.

He sighed as she spoke and he waved a hand at the scanner. "Go ahead. I suggest scanning with as deep a probe as possible, and searching along the gamma wavelength, but be sure to have a buffer in place. The power level is... high."

Yes, he had been studying since he arrived. He always studied everything. "Yes, if they are in close proximity to the blood. The wound itself will emit no radiation." he shook his head. "I know that makes no sense, but it is true. My body is full of gamma energy but it wont come out in anything save my blood, and wounds, for some reason, save for in the blood they seep, wont emit radiation, nor does any other part of me."

He scrubbed his face. "It defies every science I know. So I had to find new rules, new scientific principles, to make it make sense. I have a small data packet for you of some of my notes and experiences." Not all of them, not even close. She might be trustworthy, but a government, or a military? Never.

Bruce fished in his pocket and pulled out his now-heavily-modified smart phone. "If you want I can transmit the date on any wavelength you wish."