[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

[bet_on_the_river]

...wait, what?

"You got a thing that tells you people's race?"

It's a touchy subject for him, and has been all his life. Never mind that it's probably meant here in the human sense and not the mixed-blood Indian sense.

"I've had a lot of past injuries. That thing might light up like Luna Park."

[shut_up_dammit]

"Yeah. It differentiates between human and non-human. Had a slew of non-human things come through these doors. It helps."

It'll pass through lineage, but honestly, no one cares about human race differences anymore. They gelled together far too long ago. Now it's all just human - one big huge category. It made life so much easier.

"That's alright. It'll give me a list. The computers just logging it so we have it on file."

At least the guy was honest. Leonard hovered the scanner over the guy's face and stared at the readings screen, waiting for the results to kick back.

[bet_on_the_river]

"Human's one thing I definitely am."

Human male, 38 years old and in impressively good shape and health (especially for a longtime drinker and smoker). Some people are just genetically lucky, and he's one of them.

And he needs all the luck he can get, because he's been shot at, cut up and bashed around plenty in his time. Among other things, he's got a knife scar over one eye, a gunshot scar along the side of his head that disappears into his hairline, and a bullet still lodged in one thigh from a less-than-successful strikebreaking mission. It doesn't really bother him; it's just there.

Things are much more tame on the disease side. He'd had typhoid fever a few years back, and a mild bit of scurvy when in the army, but otherwise he has a remarkably good immune system.

Not superhumanly good. Just luck and good genes.

[shut_up_dammit]

Honestly, the injuries didn't surprise Leonard too much. It was the bullet that did. It stunned him to silence before he gave the man a good stare, professional, but just a hint of irritation.

"You got a damn bullet in your leg. You want me to take that out for you?"

[bet_on_the_river]

"I paid a man five dollars twenty years ago to fish that out for me, and he couldn't find it," he says.

Which is what happens when you, injured and not exactly sober, find a guy in a bar who says he's a doctor but is also even less sober. It's a wonder it healed as well as it did.

"If that thing shows you where it is, and it's no trouble to get it out, sure."

[shut_up_dammit]

"Sounds like you wasted your damn money."

Though god only knew what time the guy came from, so maybe that wasn't a surprise where he came from. Leonard had heard of stray bullets coming back to kill people later in life, before better weapons were invented. Wasn't unheard of.

"This won't, but the biobed will. I can get it out easy enough. It'll involve cutting you open a bit. You going to be okay with that?"

[bet_on_the_river]

"As long as you don't end up amputating anything. No sense treating something if the treatment's worse than the problem."

That's his general rule when it comes to medicine. Lucky for him, he's healthy.

"It's not like I'm doing much else right now, anyway."

[shut_up_dammit]

"Alright, lay down for me then."

He picked up a small device that worked like a scalpel. Wouldn't hurt near as bad though. Leonard couldn't tell anyone exactly how it worked, but it'd work enough.

[bet_on_the_river]

"Need me to get undressed first?" he asks.

It's the only set of clothes he's got with him, and he'd like them not to end up cut into or covered in blood. Not this early into this little forced vacation, anyway.

[shut_up_dammit]

Leonard pauses. Normally he could just cut through the fabric, but that might not work so well here. He might not have an extra set of clothes.

"Taking off your pants will be enough."

He didn't really want to see much of anything, but hell, he was already going to take out a bullet. He was sure Beverly would be thrilled about that.

[bet_on_the_river]

He's not particularly keen on undressing, either. But this is why long shirts are handy--unbuckle the belt, trousers down a bit, shirt to cover everything but what needs to be uncovered.

"Just cutting open where it went in?" he asks.

It had gone in from the side, and stopped against the bone. He'd been lucky; it hadn't been going very fast.

[shut_up_dammit]

Leonard leaned over Booker's leg a little.

"Yeah, shouldn't hurt too much. And I'll get it to heal right back up. Won't cost you anything but a little time. Just hold as still as you can."

Using the biobed readings for the exact location, Leonard made one small cut the size of a bullet, then grabbed a small white device. He hovered it over the new cut and just like that, the bullet was sucked out with ease, sticking to the device. He set it aside and grabbed the dermal regenerator and started waving it slowly over the wound.

"How you feeling?"

His eyes flicked up to the biobed readings.

[bet_on_the_river]

He's very good at staying still.

Even if it is a bit strange, having surgery done with no whiskey at all. Well, the entire thing is strange, isn't it? The surgery is the least of it.

He watches with a sort of detached fascination.

"Perfectly fine," he says. "That's it? That was... fast."

[shut_up_dammit]

"Good." Another wave of the dermal regenerator. "Yeah, that's it. It's really fast compared to the older days. Technology's helpful in that respect."

The rest of it, well...

With one last wave, the skin looks patched up.

"Now be careful with that for a couple days. It looks closed up, but it could open again. It won't seriously risk your health, but I'd rather you be careful with it than not." He set the regenerator aside and picked up the hypospray. "I have to inject you with this now. It'll give you all the vaccines you need for space travel. Makes it safer."