[Sickbay]: Round Fourteen Scans and Vaccinations

[ten_fwd_npcs]

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 — even the more unusual aliens.

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 and open until the next one goes up for latecomers! 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. 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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Room 1629: Chief Medical Officer's office

[ethnobotany]

For the last few months, it's been clear that the Beverly existing in this timeline now isn't the one who should be. She has been avoiding sickbay for the most part. But this month, she has decided that she is ready to take her vacant position. She still looks different, her uniform is very different and her hair is just turning strawberry blonde while on its way back to her natural vibrant red, but despite everything she's been through, her gentle and kind nature is what she presents today.

Anyone who needs to speak with her will be met with a smile.

[loiseau_ou_la_cage]

Elizabeth knocks politely before entering. The little 'whoosh' of the door probably announces her presence better.

She's a little nervous, but not enough to stop herself from asking what's on her mind. The fact is that she needs something to do beside brood about her lot in life and care for her daughter. Maybe she can be of use here.

"Excuse me, Dr. Crusher?"

[ethnobotany]

Beverly looks up when she hears the door and the voice, snapping herself out of her thoughts. "Yes," she answers, standing more to get herself away from thoughts of her past and current displacement than because it's really necessary. "Can I help you with something?"

[loiseau_ou_la_cage]

"Um, I was hoping that I could help out around the medical center. I'm Elizabeth DeWitt and I have some field experience in first aid and emergency medicine." Mostly from keeping her father alive in Columbia.

Re: Room 1629: Chief Medical Officer's office

[reincarnshaman]

His arrival is heralded by cat.

Veena appears in the office and promptly flops down on the most irritating place possible.

A few moments later, Trever knocks and pokes his head into the office. "Dr. Crusher! Hi."

[ethnobotany]

That most irritating place happens to be right in the middle of Beverly's desk, on top of the stack of PADDs she's been working on. She sighs heavily, her look turning wry as she recognizes the cat. Well, at least she knows who to expect.

When Trever finally turns up, she gives him that same wry look and motions him inside. "Hello, Trever. Do you need something?" She assumes so. Why else would he be here?

[reincarnshaman]

Really, how many teleporting cats are there? If there's more than one on the ship than Trever is going to be seriously worried and hope it's not a grey and fluffy one.

"A little bit, yes. But first, Kale and I got you something though - we gave it to my Aunt Aofie when she started her own practice..." He offered her a box about the size of a hand.

[the_tailor_spy]

With a sigh, he steps through the doors, the burly security personnel looking at him rather suspiciously. He is, after all, Cardassian. Even in these...unique surroundings and such a situation, they are wary.

And right to be, too, though of course no sign shows of this. If anything, his air is of an aggrieved citizen.

"Doctor?" he says, stepping forward, "I would like to file a complaint about this...manhandling I have received. Those two marched me here like I was in a Klingon prison camp."

That he had led them a merry chase of which he was completely ignorant when they caught up to him? That was not to be mentioned.

"Still, I'm surprised not to find Doctor Bashir on duty. We're well-acquainted, you know. Friends of old, as it were."

[ethnobotany]

Beverly doesn't know Garak on sight aside from the obvious fact that he is a Cardassian. She is wary on principle, though she doesn't show it. There's also curiosity, as she hadn't been aware that a Cardassian was on board. That suggests he's new. Either a new arrival or someone who... managed to get onboard. Judging by the words offered, she's going with the first.

"You'll have to forgive them. They aren't used to everyone yet," she says, managing to sound as warm as possible given her current situation. Standing, she motions him inside. "My name is Doctor Crusher and I'm the Chief Medical Officer here. Doctor Bashir is on board. I can have him report in if you'd like to see him instead of our other staff."

Though if he is a friend of Doctor Bashir, that brings up another question, one she will examine in a minute.

She pauses for a second and then decides to go out on a limb. "Did you know him on Deep Space Nine?" If not, something is even more temporally misaligned than she thought.

[original_fine]

Jim Kirk is not fond of sickbay, or checkups. It's not a phobia, or anything like that. It's just that sickbay represents one of two things to him: bureaucratic red tape or the fact he didn't dodge quickly enough. He knows why he's here now, and he'll submit.

If only because it's one step closer to getting out of a holding pen and into something he can actually do something about.

So he patiently waits his turn, still dressed in his gold uniform.

[osirian_doctor]

That the man's uniform bears a resemblance to those of the other personnel here is apparent. Also apparent is the fact that it is not the same, though it bears similar insignia. Simon's been on the ship long enough to recognize the uniforms, and to know that this isn't one of them. But it's close enough to the Engineering uniforms here that Simon finds himself thinking Starfleet.

"It looks like you've got me," he says. "My name's Doctor Tam."

Simon has a tricorder and hypospray in hand, but he doesn't raise either towards his patient yet.

"I take it you're familiar with this equipment?"

[original_fine]

Jim rises as Tam approaches. "That obvious?" he says, trying for something easier than he feels. "James T. Kirk, USS Enterprise. Well. As was."

Open to Any

[not_the_question]

The Doctor is displeased to be stuck on the Enterprise, but he is even more annoyed that he has to come to the sickbay. He had his own - or at least he could hear the gentle thrum of his TARDIS, though she felt younger somehow. (Focus!) Even if he claims to be "not that kind of Doctor,” he has travelled on his own without any other Time Lords around for hundreds of years. He can manage just fine, thank you very much. Still, he has learned that it is difficult to break the quarantine.

He has seen no indication that Clara is here. Well, that was good: maybe she was tucked up back home, safe and sound. He had done his best to avoid detection from anyone, though he was fairly certain that his previous selves knew he was here. They always knew...

So he grudgingly makes his way to the sickbay at the first opportunity. He’s not so sure about this whole ‘hypospray’ thing. He looks around the sickbay and mutters something about “primitive”.

In his Scottish brogue, his rough voice breaks the muted sounds around them. “Look, I subject that I’m a prisoner here and have to abide your rules, but you’ll not be injecting me with anything. Humans have been the death of me more times than I care to count.”

A slight exaggeration… There was the literal death and regeneration that Grace caused. What a wasted regeneration. All because of the stupidity of humans. Well, he'll not allow that again: one time was more than enough.

"And don't go thinking that you've treated me before and it went fine. New body; new rules."

He's not having any of it. Mostly, he just wants to get to his TARDIS and get out of here. And if he has to play the game and pretend to cooperate, well, that's fine for now.

[atadiscoverer]

"If it helps," Comes a softer, Scottish-accented voice, but still clear. "The vaccination was developed by an Andorian doctor, or so I've read in the Federation database."

It comes from a man in a white lab coat, not dressed in a Starfleet uniform like the others, but with a Combadge pinned to the coat. He has an object in his hand, which also doesn't look Starfleet issue, and is set aside for the more standard Tricorder.

"My name is Dr. Beckett. Please, take a seat." A pause. "Have you been told everything about your circumstance?"

[not_the_question]

The soft Scottish accent does little to calm the Doctor. He doesn't sit. He stands there, with his arms crossed. And he doesn't bother to introduce himself by name yet. He assumes there's some roster and they already know who he is.

"I highly doubt I've been told everything. But, I've been told enough. Given that I'm not from this universe, it's unlikely that whatever has been developed would actually be safe for me. It doesn't matter who developed it."

He huffs slightly. If Doctor Beckett listens carefully, he might realise that the Doctor is not actually raising his voice at him. And he makes an obvious effort to remain calm. He's annoyed and frustrated with the situation. He is more than simply trapped. He can deal with trapped. He can escape trapped. No. He's stuck and for the Last of the Time Lords, it's worse than being in a cage.

"Look, I'm used to travelling through the whole of Time and Space. Back in the day, I even used to travel to different universes. I know how to keep myself safe from others and how to keep others safe from me."

It isn't a negotiation. He states it as plain fact. As long as he believes the vaccination might cause him harm, he will under no circumstances be a willing participant in this charade.

Dr. Beckett Please!

[redarrowqueen]

Thea was not planning on being in sickbay long this time around. She was only there since she had promised to touch base every so often given to how she landed on board in the first place. But compared to how she looked not long ago the usually vibrant young woman was making a comeback, at least in the physical sense of the word.

Sorry this is so late!

[atadiscoverer]

"Ah!" Carson smiles, turning to face his new arrival. "Miss Queen. Nice to see you again. Here for a check-up, I take it?"

He motions to the biobed, shifting to pick up his tricorder from the instrument station.

No worries!

[redarrowqueen]

"One post stabbing check-up it is!" Thea cracked a smile as she hopped onto the table. "And compared to last time I'm coffeed up and actually more myself." she joked.

DJ (cyborg) | OTA

[lost_singularity]

[ooc: By the time this log happens, DJ had been looked at by Simon Tam in his Arrival Thread - but I'm totally open for others visiting sickbay to come over and say hi. DJ would have been here since Baldwin had brought him to sickbay. I'm even open for other docs to come over and say hello or check on him too. His app is linked on his profile page for his appearance and other info. :) ]


DJ had woken up when activity in sickbay picked up. He was on a bio bed in a quiet corner, where a screen somehow kept track of his life signs. He had been sleeping a lot, after the mild sedative they had given him earlier to help keep him relaxed. He still didn't understand how the hyposprays worked without visible needles. There was no signs of IV bags or invasive tools anywhere.

They had given him a clean change of clothes and showed him how to operate a sonic shower so that he could clean up and change out of the stained ripped clothes he had been wearing. After that, and some personal grooming, he felt quite a bit better, and probably looked better too. He still felt a pressure on his skull along with a pounding headache though - but it was nice to feel somewhat human again. He wore loose comfortable pants and a long sleeved shirt that was warm and comfortable.

He stayed quiet and out of the way, watching the goings on of the place from where he lay curled on the bio bed.

[othermcgarrett]

Mary had mixed minds of leaving her brother once she had practically plowed into him in Ten Forward. When the security team approached her to escort her to the sickbay, Mary told them she was fine but they wouldn't take no for an answer. After reassurance from her brother that it'd be safe for her to go with the security and his offer to go with her, she reluctantly went.

Mary followed the security to the sick bay and took a seat while she waited for a doctor. Prior to arriving on the ship, Mary had been abducted. She had quite the gash on her forehead, which she had bandaged, a giant deep black bruise on her cheek, bruised ribs which made breathing hurt a little and her hand was also bandaged due to wounds she had sustained. She had already been checked out by the doctors in Hawaii as her brother's first stop after rescuing her from her abductors was the hospital.

When the doctor tells her to step in, she looks at her brother once again for reassurance before sighing and going into the room. "This really isn't necessary. I've already been checked over by a doctor and I'm fine."

[super_seal]

Since Mary's arrival, Steve had stayed fairly close. She'd been through quite the ordeal before arriving and then just being here was enough of a shock for anyone. He'd been tempted to go as far as to request they share a quarters but the reality was they'd likely kill each other if they had to live that close together. It was better that she was down the hall.

When security came and Mary refused to go, Steve knew he'd be going with her here as well. He really didn't mind. There wasn't much for him to do on the ship and truth be told, he was feeling a bit of guilt that she was here. The counsellor he'd seen was right, everyone was here was kidnapped by Q and in the same situation, but the fact that his friends and family kept showing up was too much of a coincidence for Steve.

On the way to sick bay, he tried to reassure Mary. Grace, Danny and himself all went through the clearance check and nothing odd or frightening happened. And best of all, it was quick.

Steve waited behind when the Doctor called Mary in, giving her a wave and a reassuring smile. He crossed his arms and held sentry outside, mostly to make sure Mary didn't try to escape.

Sorry this is so late!

[atadiscoverer]

"Good morning, my name's Dr. Beckett." Comes a pleasant and calm Scottish-accented voice. Carson, himself, is wearing a white lab-coat with a combadge over his left breast, a Tricorder in his hand. He's smiling at Mary, and then indicates a bio-bed.

"Please, take a seat. This should all be done in a few minutes."

[alpha_theta]

It was likely that sickbay had never seen a creature like this before, and for good reason. They were generally limited to a small area beneath so much ocean that only a faint few knew they existed. But here, now, was an Alpha Series Protector, known as a Big Daddy, who had appeared from nowhere like so many before him.

Though this one was obviously not in fighting condition. He wasn't even conscious. No, he was heavy and motionless, the visor in his helmet showing no signs of life, but here he was, attended by one other.

I hope this is okay...

[element_wizard]

Alec appeared with the Big Daddy and a tank of weird looking sea slugs at his feet. There's a brief moment of vertigo as he hadn't actually done that in a while before he says, "Oi! I need a doctor over here, quickly!"

Looks fine to me.

[alpha_theta]

The carpet was growing wetter by the moment - eventually, surely, the heavy humanoid would have no more seawater to leak. That time was not quite now.