ten_fwd | [Sickbay]: Round One scans and vaccines

[ 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.]

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Philip has never been to a doctor before, and no lookup on how doctor's offices worked back home can really prepare him for whatever was to come in sickbay. He's sure it was simple routine, but he has no idea what they'll find. Although his body looks and feels human enough, it's impossible to predict what sorts of things this ship's futuristic technology can detect.

He arrives at about the same time as Shotaro -- at Shotaro's insistence -- and though he tries not to look it, he's clearly nervous. He picks at his lip as he waits for his turn.

Edited 2014-05-23 02:19 (UTC)

A little smile accompanies the first greeting from Doctor Crusher, beckoning Philip over to a biobed. "You can come on in," she says, patting the bed for him to climb up.

"I'm Doctor Beverly Crusher. There's no need to be nervous," she says, noting how Philip's picking at his lip. "This is just a scan, we're making sure there aren't any conditions among you we shouldn't ignore. It's harmless," she reassures, with a friendly look as she picks up the tricorder, readying it.

(( Medical information post btw! ))

"Of course," he replies, taking a seat on the edge of the biobed, though he isn't really reassured. "That only makes sense. After centuries of medical advancement any number of ailments that would have been considered common nuisances in my time have likely been eradicated. Reintroduction could prove disastrous."

He's babbling to try and keep himself grounded.

"Exactly," Beverly replies, smiling as she sweeps the tricorder over Philip. "We're just taking precautions, that's all."

There's not much that's outside the ordinary on him, though she is picking up a distinctly odd amount of energy given the size of the young man in the bed in front of her. "Hm," she hums. That's odd, she'll have to make another pass to be sure that much of it isn't due to the tricorder malfunctioning.

Philip doesn't like the sound of that hm.

"Although as I'm sure you can see, I am in perfect health," he adds. "With so many others waiting their turn I wouldn't want to hold you up."

"Oh, it's all right," she says gently. "It won't take very long to re-scan a little, I just want to be sure I'm getting the correct readings. Do you know of anything in your medical history I should be aware of?" she asks, beginning to scan again.

"No, there's nothing I can think of," he says. It's not really a lie; there's no reason he thinks she should be aware that he's essentially a mass of data solidified into human form. Okay, nitpicking aside it's totally a lie.

Both eyebrows raise as the tricorder gives her the same readings just as Philip says there's nothing she needs to know. She looks up from the device at him.

"Are you sure?" she asks, putting just the amount of stern in her voice that gets most crew members to 'fess up. "Your readings are not at all what I'd consider usual for someone in perfect health," she says.

He averts his eyes and turns his head downward, suddenly feeling rather abashed for lying. It would normally be no problem, so he's not sure why he has the urge to take it back.

After a moment of internal debate, he reaches out to grab the tricorder. "That aside, this device is most fascinating. What exactly is it monitoring?"

She's surprised when he pulls the tricorder out of her hands, and Beverly reaches for it back--this is her sickbay, thank you--before he can change any of the settings. "Excuse me," says Crusher, reverting to her best doctor mode as she looks the young man over, holding her tricorder now out of his reach.

"In order to have you cleared medically, you are aware I need the truth from you."

He is so disappointed. It looked really interesting.

Philip twiddles his thumbs, still avoiding eye contact, as he considers how best to answer that question. "There is no risk of contagion," is all he says.

Do not play with Doctor Crusher's toys, Philip. She doesn't like non-medically-cleared people in her sandbox.

"Why don't you let me decide that? Unless you're a medical professional," Beverly continues. "Now, since you obviously know something about the cause of the readings I'm getting, would you care to tell me?"

"I would not."

He'd hoped that voluntarily going along with the exam would ease any possible suspicions, but now he's starting to think he might have been better off trying to avoid it.

"As I told you before, I am in perfect health. That's the truth. Whatever oddity your device has picked up on is irrelevant to that."

Beverly gives Philip one of those looks people give when they know you're being flippant. The tricorder hasn't found anything that would keep him from being cleared, and she does have other people waiting.

Still. First there are people without medical clearance in her sickbay, and now there are closemouthed people without medical clearance. "Very well. I will still need to give you a broad-spectrum vaccination, just to be on the safe side," she says.

"That shouldn't be a problem." He's never had a vaccination before, but he can't see what harm it would cause. "Then, if there's nothing else..."

Beverly Crusher would never cause harm giving a vaccination.

She may be quick with that hypospray, though, and momentarily forget to give Philip much of a warning. "Very good," she says.

"I can't think of anything else, but if you ever do desire to tell me your medical history pertaining to those readings, I'd be happy to hear it."

He winces, but it's not too bad. Still, he rubs at his arm afterward. "I will keep that in mind," is the only response she gets. "Er, thank you, Doctor Crusher."

With a quick nod, and still avoiding eye contact, he gets to his feet.

"Of course," she replies, smiling at Philip while he rubs his arm, stepping back from the biobed. Honestly, with the readings she's been getting out of people, where have they all been?

"You're welcome."

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