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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"I'm not sure anyone likes it." Leonard certainly didn't. He picked up a medical scanner but decided not to use it yet. With knowing Sinthia's history already, he was a little reluctant to just scan her mid-conversation.

Leonard scoffed. "You caught that too, huh?" Pause. "The captain's got a lot on his plate right now. Doesn't want any of us on board, I'm sure. Maybe he'll turn around if we end up staying too long."

Not likely.

Leonard held up the medical scanner. "This is going to hover over your skin and give me a reading. It won't hurt. And if it does, you can tell me to stop, okay?"

Sinthia is eyeing that scanner from the minute Leonard picks it up; unsurprisingly she's used to frequent checkups, just not this equipment. "I don't think he likes me personally. He called me an irresponsible toddler."

Which was just a gross insult, really. But she's not going into that right now. She just nods at the medical scanner, and stills from where she'd been squirming. "Okay."

Just so he's warned, those readings will be very, very weird.

Leonard glared. "Then he sure in the hell doesn't know you that well." Okay, maybe he did, but Leonard wouldn't know and he wasn't about to take Picard's side on that matter.

He gave a gentle nod and hovered the device over her face. It took a couple of seconds, but the reading did come through. No physical injuries, but there were some weird readings. He'd need the more direct one to figure out what the was - the thing that pops onto the face. He pulled the scanner away and picked up the facial pad.

"This one's going to actually touch your face. Are you okay with that?"

She shrugs at the comment, and closes her eyes as it hovers over her face.

The scanner doesn't give her a headache, thankfully, but the readings are very odd; such is the nature of telepathy and the way her brain is wired, as it were. It throws readings off everywhere.

When he mentions that facial pad Sinthia looks up at him with a very wary look. "Not...really? Do I have to?" she asks, not liking the look of the pad and liking even less the idea that it's got to touch her. The last time she was put in a machine it hurt more than she can accurately describe.

Leonard hesitated. He wasn't sure if he should be touching her face with anything at all, but they had a good report so far, and maybe he could get away with it if he was reassuring enough. A small smile crossed his face.

"Yeah, it won't hurt. Won't even take long."

The look of distaste on her face for that scanner touching her was rivaled only by the look a child might get for soap being shoved in their mouth, but Sinthia sighed gently and sat still.

"Fine." But she's not going to like it, make no mistake, Leonard.

Leonard smiled.

"Atta girl."

He placed the sensor on her face and flashed his eyes from Sinthia to the reading screen and back. He was more concerned with what she would do than what the readings would give him, quite frankly.

Her expression flattens the minute that sensor is on her face, and though she doesn't touch it her air is definitely that of someone wanting to claw the device off her face.

The readings are...disconcerting, to say the least; it's plain that the abilities she has she didn't get naturally. At all.

"Leonard, get it off my face."

As soon as she says he's name, he reacts. By the time Sinthia finishes the sentence, it's off her skin. Although he didn't get a full reading, he got enough. The machine bitched, but he didn't care. He set it aside, shutting off the noise.

"Are you okay?"

His full attention is on her now. Forget the logging. If he had to finish the biobed portion later, he'd explain the situation to Dr. Crusher and get Sinthia to come in later, but he hoped it wouldn't come to that.

"I don't like being hooked to machines," she says, relaxing in a way she hadn't since stepping in the sickbay to begin with. "Bad things happen."

She sighs, looking at the screen over his shoulder. "Is it beeping like that because of me?"

Leonard placed his hand on her face, free of all devices. Wasn't even close to touching one. "I know, Sinthia. I'm sorry. I wouldn't be doing this to you if it wasn't necessary. But we got to do this to everyone."

He dropped his hand to the biobed and shook his head gently. "Nah, it's 'cause I disconnected it too soon. I got a read out, just not a complete one. It'll be enough. We don't have to do it again."

She really, really hated machines on her. It would have been a phobia, except that she wasn't afraid of them, but was exceedingly reticent to go through more experimentation if it would hurt. And the last one had hurt.

"What didn't it get? I can tell you how things work, just...as long as you don't have to use that thing again." Fair warning, if he does, it's likely to get clawed off her face and crushed, and that would be awkward to explain.

"Honestly, sweetheart, you've told me enough in our previous conversation. I'm sure I can fill in the blanks." Oh, the swear words that wanted to seep out of that sentence. But child. No swearing in front of the children.

Then he gave her a smile. "No more scanners on your face. The bed'll take care of the rest and all you have to do is lay down."

"What's it doing?" she asks, though obediently she does shift to lie down. She wants to know what it could glean from her, so she knows what they know about her.

"Fully biological read out. Tells me what race you are, the position of your organs, blood type, that sort of thing. Your powers will read, but not enough to get a good measurement of them. That's what the last device was for."

He gave her a gentle smile before looking at the readings screen, making annotations as quickly as he could. He didn't want to make Sinthia lay down there longer than she had to.

"I should be healthy," she says quickly, eyes round. "I promise."

He finished faster than he'd finished any patient. There were probably some typos but he'd deal with that later.

"Alright, you can sit up. We're done. Healthy, just like you said."

"You're not angry with me because I don't want to be here, are you?"

He looks surprised.

"No, sweetheart, why would I be angry about that?"

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