[Sickbay]: Round Twelve Scans and Vaccines

[ten_fwd_npcs]

Although the alternate timeline's Dr. Crusher has done outstanding work helping to combat the virus that turned so many of the ship's passengers into children earlier in the month, it's still Dr. Julian Bashir acting as the interim CMO, with all the duties and responsibilities that entails.

At least now there's only the number of children there should be, with the medical and scientific staff having succeeded in returning all Q's victims to their correct age.

For those entering for the first time, no doubt you've been escorted here by the security team. 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 — even the more unusual aliens.

There's nothing to worry about, the doctors just want to make sure you aren't carrying any viruses or are vulnerable to catching new diseases. 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 and open for backtagging! 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. Julian Bashir is acting as head of the medical staff for the time being, so if anyone needs to thread fallout from the kidplot or ask him questions, he will have a toplevel you can tag. For everyone else getting standard checkups, tag in specifying which doctor you would prefer in the subject line of your tag, otherwise one will leap on you as they are available. There is a post up in the OOC comm with more details about Sickbay and which doctors are on deck this month, if you have any questions.]

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Any doctor

[so_vain]

One minute Cat was hunting a psiren with Lister, the next it had fooled them by looking like a drinks machine and knocked them out. It was at this point that Q, for reasons best known to himself, decided to bring Cat to the Enterprise. The result was that Cat fell to the ground in sickbay, unconscious.

To any medic he appeared to be a normal human, albeit a well-dressed human with a great ass. A closer look would reveal that he was not ordinary. His longer canines and six nipples the only outward signs, but the tricorders would give his species as felis sapiens - a humanoid cat.


OOC: he'll wake up on his next tag

/waves

[osirian_doctor]

It was becoming rather more routine than Simon entirely liked that when someone arrived in Sickbay for the first time, it was needing treatment rather than the commonplace scan and vaccination that everyone experienced on arrival.

At least this time, as Simon bent over the recumbent form of his new patient, the scans confirmed what a visual inspection suggested: the man had simply been knocked out.

Some of the other readings, though ... those were unusual, to say the least. Simon frowned at the tricorder for a moment, but he had other things than the species of the man in front of him to focus on. He waved a hand, dismissing the nurse who was hurrying to assist him.

"He's been knocked out. He'll be fine when he comes around."

[so_vain]

Cat groaned as he came round. His head hurt. The psiren had knocked it against Lister's and Lister's head was hard. While his eyes were still fluttering open, he frowned. This place didn't smell right.

He opened his eyes properly and fixed them on the person he could smell was nearby. "What is this?"

[osirian_doctor]

Ah. He had never managed to find a good way to explain to people what had happened to them when they arrived here, and he'd been on one end of this conversation numerous times because of his work in Sickbay: there were a number of the people brought here by Q who showed up suddenly in the Sickbay in need of urgent medical attention in much the same way that Simon and Kaylee did.

"It's a medical facility. You were knocked out. I'm a doctor, you have any other injuries?"

Simon was holding a tricorder that in a few moments could answer that question, but speaking with the patient was important, as well.

For Todd/The Wraith/Guide/Whatever...

[engineermage]

He really didn't want to go to see the doctor, but apparently it was a Thing. Kale's never been too comfortable with doctors ever since he was little; sure his aunt and brother were doctors but... waking up in the hospital after a being in a several month coma ain't ever fun.

So, he looks around the place warily with his hands in his jacket pockets and making the staff confused because wasn't he just here last month?

[theycallmetodd]

That is the old Wraith's exact thoughts when he looks up from his work station to see a familiar face walking into the room. "You are aware, Mr McCallum, that a visit here does not need to be a monthly event? In fact, just once is quite enough." At least he hasn't brought that small, furry creature with him this time. That is always something. "Or is there something else you need?"

[engineermage]

Kale looks at the Wraith curiously - and Trever had run into each other already and Trever gave him the rundown on everything... including this guy.

Which is why this "You really do look like a Mr. Stringy Fish Face!" is the first thing out of his mouth.

[theycallmetodd]

The first response is a decidedly displeased glare. Hadn't they reached some manner of understanding last time? But then...

Guide draws a slow, deep breath, the sensory pits on his cheeks widening slightly as he draws in the scents in the air. Ah, so that's how it is? This man may look identical to the patient from last month, but he smells completely different.

"I see... A brother, then, I would assume."

For Dr. Bashir

[chaotica]

"Oh, isn't this fun."

Cambridge's Starfleet uniform isn't exactly from this era: grey-purple shoulders mark him as from at least a decade in the future, and the blue collar indicates science/medical. Two full pips give him the rank of Lieutenant, which, given his age, probably means that either he was aggressively uninterested in a higher rank or he's completely unpromotable, or a mixture of both.

Cambridge's mouth thins as he looks around sickbay. Good lord, EMH technology hasn't even been invented yet; holo-emitters in sickbay aren't standard equipment. Furthermore, the scanners look a bit dated to his eye. There's been a great deal of innovation in the past fifteen years, after all.

He slaps away a security officer's steering hand. "If I wanted to resist," he snaps, "we'd be on a merry chase through the bowels of the Enterprise right now. Use your words."

[asklepian]

Julian's uniform marks him out similarly, he's never traded it in despite for the moment being in a more official capacity as acting CMO. And that might be part of the reason he approaches Cambridge, the other part being, well, that he seems like a rather insufferable person from briefest acquaintance, and it was probably for the best that Julian deal with him personally.

"There's no need for all that, Lieutenant, he's simply doing his job. It's been a long few months for the Security staff." He nods at the ensign in dismissal, and thanks him.

"Now, lets get you sorted out so you can be on with your day, shall we?"

[chaotica]

"Counselor," he corrects, preferring to go by title and not by rank, and then he glances up at the doctor. Uniform, rank insignia, then his eyes focus on the doctor's face. It takes him a moment, but he has an exquisite memory, and Deep Space Nine became very important for a time, there, on the front lines of the war. The Dominion War, that is.

A tilt of his head. "Bashir," is the name he pulls out from his memory. "Latest stardate before you were Q-napped?" First question, because, well, God forbid he violate the Temporal Prime Directive, right?

No; he's just looking for someone who knows anything about the upcoming Borg invasion.

[asklepian]

"I stand corrected." That's fine, he prefers that too. And his memory is also excellent, and he doesn't recall this man, so it would stand to follow that he's from further on than Julian is.

"51658.4," Julian responds, wondering what exactly that meant to him.

And oh, does he know. He might have been at the Academy at the time, but his Captain had been there, on the Saratoga.

Todd the Wraith please!

[itmeanstruth]

Minoru knew he was going in for a medical checkup, but had no idea what to expect. He'd been in medical facilities on a variety of worlds, some more technologically advanced than others, but this was just plain out of this world! Doctors were scanning people with little machines instead of their hands! And could the beds actually take vitals?! You could get food from a box in the wall, so hell, anything was possible here!

(The doctors would likely find Minoru curiously fascinating as well. He was human, through and through, but his biological age didn't seem to match his chronological age. He claimed to be 42, but the tricorders read 32. And that wasn't the only peculiar thing about his body. He could do a few things that definitely weren't human.)

Yessir! o7

[theycallmetodd]

The Wraith was at his work station, finishing up making notes from his previous patient. But he knew there were others waiting, and the sooner he could get through them the sooner he could leave. Not that he really had anything better to do... Still, without looking up from the terminal he gave an impatient wave. "Next!"

[itmeanstruth]

Minoru bounced forward. "Here!"

He looked at the man curiously for a moment. The doctor definitely wasn't human. But he looked very familiar... This dimensional traveler had actually encountered one of his kind before, perhaps even another him. (The universe is very much like a tree with infinite branches and infinite possibilities.)

"You're a... You're a..." he paused. It had been years since he pulled that alien man out of a crashed ship. "You're a Wraith!"

Minoru wasn't afraid, though. Far from it. He just kept right on grinning like he always did.

[theycallmetodd]

...well, that was new, and certainly got the Wraith's attention. Closing down the file he had been making notes on, he looked up to study this new patient.

Since the man was familiar with Wraith, the first thought was that he came from Pegasus. He did not look like he belonged in the Atlantis expedition, but from one of the many inhabited planets was possible. However, even a loyal worshiper wouldn't approach with such enthusiasm. More caution and respect was the norm, and anyone not a worshiper would reek with fear. This man didn't, so who was he and where did he come from?

"How very astute of you," the Wraith replied, hiding his surprise with a rather unimpressed look. "You are a new arrival here for a scan and vaccination, yes?"

Anyone

[dictaphonic]

Will was certainly used to regular medical checks as UNIT liked to be thorough, particularly after field missions and encounters with questionable alien technology. But he was both curious and nervous about the medical capabilities of this society, and so he was fidgeting a bit as he sat waiting, turning over his dictaphone in his hands. He had it out because he hoped that he'd be allowed to record the conversation, in case any unexpected issues arose due to the much later year in which he was now living--a gulf that was clearly evidenced by the appearance of his dictaphone, which was in reality future technology supplied by the Doctor but made with a "retro" 1990s appearance that made it familiar and comfortable to Will.

The medical check would find nothing remarkable about Will himself, however. He was a bit thin and pale--definitely someone who didn't get enough sunlight--but generally speaking a perfectly normal human being with no exceptional characteristics.

[atadiscoverer]

"Good afternoon," Comes a bright, cheery, Scottish-accented voice. "My name is Dr. Beckett." Coming from a man dressed in a white lab-coat with civilian-style clothing from the early 21st century. He smiles at Will, coming around to the front of the bio-bed and pulling an equipment trolley over.

"This won't take too long, a wee scan and an inocculation and you'll be out of here in five minutes."

[dictaphonic]

Will smiles in response to Dr. Beckett's smile and friendly tone. "Will Arrowsmith." He's surprised at that comment, though. "Oh. Does that really get you all you need?"

Remembering his dictaphone, he holds it up and adds: "Do you mind if I record this? In case any important medical information is shared that I might need to reference later."

for todd!

[shanjifyo]

To say that Stahma is not pleased to find herself back on board Enterprise is a bit of an understatement. Q has the worst sense of timing in the entire multiverse; just before coming here, she had found out her son Alak and her daughter-in-law Christie had been kidnapped by Christie's mother and taken Rayetso only knew where. And now she is here, where she can do nothing for them. The sudden sense of complete powerlessness makes her angry, frightened, worried.

She can only hope Rafe and her husband find Pilar McCawley and kill her. Christie should have never trusted her — perhaps a failing of her human sensibilities. Fond of her daughter-in-law as she is, Stahma knows she will never be Castithan, no matter how she tries.

Ship's security has ordered her to sickbay, though she has already undergone an examination here once before — which means things should be somewhat simpler. Stahma smiles (automatic, completely insincere, but nonetheless believable) and inclines her head politely to the security officer with her before she walks in, pulling the fur-trimmed hood of her coat up over her head out of reflex. It's too warm to wear a winter coat in here, but in the shock of her arrival she hasn't yet thought to take it off.

There you are, you lovely person you!

[theycallmetodd]

These scans and vaccinations really doesn't offer much of a challenge, and the ship's resident Wraith has started to think he could do them in his sleep. It's all rather tedious and boring. However, the next patient to be ushered in makes him pause. At first he sees only a figure dressed in white; white dress, white coat, white hair falling out from under the pulled-up hood, white hands coming out from the sleeves. It is a figure that seems very familiar to him. Then she lifts her head and he sees her face, and it is a face he hasn't seen for a long time and hadn't expected to see again.

"Stahma Tarr," he says in greeting, genuine surprise coloring both his tone and expression. The PADD he had been poking at is set aside so he can give her his full attention. "I suppose condolences for having been brought back are in order, though I will admit that it is pleasing to see you again." Pleasing because he had rather liked her, but also worrying because it means that even if he himself found a way home, there is nothing saying that he couldn't be brought back again just as she has.

fashionably late per usual

[shanjifyo]

The last thing Stahma is really expecting is for anyone to recognize her. True, there are a handful of people here whom she met the last time, but she was not exactly anticipating that any would be here, specifically.

The voice is one she recognizes instantly, though — it's hard not to — and she looks around her until she sees its source. Stahma smiles, and for once it's at least a little genuine. She hasn't completely made up her mind what she thinks of this man, but it is… pleasant to see a familiar face, if nothing else. She nudges her way past the small knot of people between herself and him, smoothing down the front of her long coat with her hands.

"Guide," she says, greeting him using the name he gave her before. "The pleasure is mine. I… can't say I had expected to return, either." There's a flicker of some emotion in her eyes, difficult to identify, before she smiles again and bows her head briefly. When she looks up at him again it's from slightly under her lashes, the usual modest upward glance.

"Are you well?"

Carson Beckett!

[detwilliams]

The first he knew about the order had been when the security officer showed up and asked Danny to come with him, that he was to report to Deck 12 for a mandatory screening. He'd been assured by the few people he'd met, but only one he trusted, that it was a precautionary measure, nothing to worry about, and that the crew were all pretty genial. Some would bound to be standoffish, cautious even, but friendly nonetheless.

Being told that the crew of the Enterprise, for the most part, were rather friendly as reassuring as some might have thought it should be. Still, Danny couldn't fault his escort for being a bit closed lipped as he led him through the corridor to an odd looking elevator that moved so quietly, so smoothly between one section of the ship to the next that it, frankly, surprised him when the doors opened to a new brightly lit corridor. It was only a short walk from there to the sickbay where his the officer left him to idle alone without so much as a 'see you later'.

Danny wasn't naive enough to think he was going to be left unattended for long but couldn't help be grateful for the few moments alone he'd been granted because this room? It wasn't anything he ever imagined a hospital room of the future would look like, unobtrusive and warm despite the cool tones, with just enough odd panels and flashing lights to remind him of how out of place this all was but felt so familiar that, for a moment, Danny felt at ease.

He stood there, letting the peaceful feeling roll over him, until he heard someone calling for him to 'step on in' in an accent that seemed as out of place here as Danny was.

"So," he began. "You're the doctor who sees all the new arrivals or just the one lucky enough to be on shift when I got shanghaied aboard this flying tin can?"

[atadiscoverer]

"We have a few doctors on shift." Carson replies, with a smile. "Just to make sure that everyone gets seen to as quickly as possible." He motions towards the biobed. "Please, take a seat."

Carson turns to the equipment trolley beside said bed, picking up a tricorder.

"My name is Dr. Beckett, and I'll explain to you the process." He comments, turning back to face Danny. "We perform a basic scan with this device." He indicates the tricorder. "This detects any illnesses or injuries a person might have and reports back on them so we can treat them." Next, he picks up a hypospray. "This is an inocculation against all known illnesses and diseases that affect humans. Assuming you don't have an allergy, you'll recieve this after the scan."

The hypospray gets set down. "Any questions?"

[detwilliams]

He eyed the bed with only slight trepidation, nerves already starting itch under his skin, but jumped up onto the padding with only the most bare of hesitation. It was comfortable, firm with only just enough give to be comfortable. Danny wondered if it was made out of a conforming cushioning and if so if the bed in that room assigned to him had something similar.

Danny watched and listened attentively as each item was presented and explained, and nodded to indicate that he understood, but he was sporting a frown by the end instead of a bland, amiable smile he reserved for professionals he had to deal with on the job.

He kind of missed Doctor Oh and his no nonsense attitude he'd adopted since taking Danny on as a patient.

"Is there a reason why this is all mandatory, Doctor Beckett, because I'm not feeling too keen about being scanned and inoculated despite the supposed benefits you're telling me they offer." He had seen enough scifi shows to know that this couldn't be as good as it all sounded.

"Or," he added, "sharing my medical history with someone I don't know that well."