[Sickbay]: Round One scans and vaccines

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[ 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

[never_felt_better]

"Thanks, doc," he smiles. He still can't get over where he is. Mr. Worf, their Klingon chief of security. Beverly Crusher. Hell, if he runs into Counselor Troi or Captain Picard next, he might have a heart attack from all the excitement. And then he'd end up right back in this bed.

"Swings and roundabouts," he mutters aloud to himself. "How's it lookin', doc? Am I gonna make it?"

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She can't not chuckle at that, and she gestures up to the readout screen. "Oh, you'll be fine," she says. "You look perfectly healthy. Nothing that would keep you quarantined."

[never_felt_better]

"Great," he says. It actually is kind of a relief, given where he's been for the last couple of months. The phrase irreversibly contaminated pops into his head. He glances back over at Aeryn, wondering how her physical is going. "Does that mean we get to ditch the security detail soon? 'Cuz I know this ship is bigger than a lounge, a couple bunks, and an elevator."

John's ready to see it with his own eyes.

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"That's up to the captain," she says, smiling pertly. "Just because you're not sick doesn't mean you're not dangerous. Now, I'm going to give you a hypospray. It's just a precaution, to make sure you're vaccinated against anything you might encounter while here on the Enterprise."

[never_felt_better]

"Dangerous? Who, me?" John grins. "Doc, I'm as harmless as apple pie."

He can't really blame them, though. He did come in seconds before the gun-wielding commando. He's itchy to get out and explore the ship, but maybe if he's a very good boy and he does all his chores just so, the captain will give the go ahead.

"Yeah, sure, I understand," he nods. "It can't be any worse than some of the stuff I've had done to me elsewhere."

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"Elsewhere?" Beverly repeats, arching an eyebrow.

She barely waits for an answer before hypoing his shoulder.

[never_felt_better]

"Yeah, I — ow! Hey, a little warning next time, maybe?" John gripes good-humoredly. It was just a little prick, nothing that bad, but it's the principle of the thing. "Yeah, just the usual stuff you come across in space. Uh, well, I'm using 'usual' lightly there. But it's nothing to be worried about, your machines said I checked out, right?"

He doesn't exactly want to get into NamTar and all the other weirdness he's been through lately. He may never leave.

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Dr. Crusher looks suspicious, but he does have a point. The vaccine she just gave him should cover anything the scans may have missed.

"You're right," she sighs. "Just let me know if you have any other run-ins with 'alien goo', all right?"

She smiles patiently.

[never_felt_better]

John smiles affably.

"Will do, doc," he says, with all his Southern charm.

Just then, he can hear Aeryn's voice cutting through the room. It's not overly loud, but there's no mistaking the fierce, firm 'No!', followed by the sound of scuffling. John's on his feet in an instant, eyes darting over to where she currently has Bones in a hold.

"Dammit, I take my eyes off of her for one second," he mutters.

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"Oh my word," Beverly breathes, rushing around the table. "Security!"

[never_felt_better]

"No, wait!" John yells, holding out a hand to stop her in her tracks. "Remember what I asked? Let me handle this. It'll be okay, she'll react better if we don't all rush in on her at once."

Dr. Crusher doesn't look happy about being held back, but she did give him her word that she would do what she could. John nods, taking two fast steps away from her and toward the kerfuffle.

"Thank you. We're done, right?" he asks, even though it's not like he's going to wait for the answer anyway. "Thanks, doc!"

And with that, he's off.