[Sickbay]: Round One scans and vaccines

[ten_fwd_npcs]

[ Captain's Log: a Meeting with the Senior Staff. Wherein Picard discusses what to do with their new, er. "Guests." ]







As you enter sickbay tonight, escorted there by Lieutenant Worf and his security detail, you may notice it isn't all that unusual. There are no terrifying devices or humming machines you could 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 Chief Medical Officer Crusher herself, she's well-groomed and kindly, wearing her teal uniform and a blue coat. No masks, no rubber gloves. The most dangerous thing about her is that maternal look in her eyes; the one that scolds you for not doing your homework, or leaving your dirty dishes in your room.

The crew makes no promises for Dr. McCoy, on the other hand. He isn't one of ours. You should probably watch your neck.

"All right, don't be shy," Dr. Crusher calls out as you enter. "Come in and sit down. It's just a scan and maybe a hypospray, nothing to worry about."

Probably.


[ooc: This is an open log for everybody. Tagging isn't mandatory, but going to sickbay 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 Bones McCoy and Beverly Crusher (NPC) on deck, so if you'd prefer one over the other just specify it in your tag. If you would like more details about sickbay, here's the wiki page. If you haven't made your OP yet, you can assume the doctors will want to see your character shortly after they arrive.]

Comments

[pyrrha_pandora]

"That's all back home," she says, "and since we're not going back, none of it really matters. What matters is here and now, and him being the healthiest and happiest little puppy he can be."

'Puppy' being her gender-neutral nickname for him, and not specifically a reference to his current shape. It's a long and complicated situation.

She readies herself for the hypospray.

"I worry about him, you know? I've never been a parent before, and it's a lot of responsibility, being completely in charge of somebody. And now, helping him adjust to being in a totally new situation."

[ten_fwd_npcs]

That's strange.

"You're not anxious to get home?" she asks. Some people have been taking things better than others, but everyone Beverly has encountered so far at least wants to get off this ship.

The hypospray is quick and relatively painless, administered to Pyrrha's shoulder with no further preamble. Beverly immediately gets to work making up a vaccine for Egil.

"I'm also a mother," she volunteers, smiling softly. "My son is a teenager now, but believe me, that worry never goes away. The best thing you can do for him is provide a sense of stability. Show him that you aren't going anywhere. Children are remarkably resilient, and as long as they feel safe and loved they can cope with a lot more than we give them credit for."

She sighs. It still isn't easy watching Wesley grow up, of course.

Once the vaccine is ready, Beverly decides on administering it behind one of Egil's ears, careful to avoid his jaws in case it startles him into snapping at her. She doesn't usually treat animals, and is much better with humans.