Just a quick checkup

Posted on Mon Mar 15th, 2010 @ 4:06pm by Commander Michael Evans M.D.

Mission: Episode 1.2 - "A House Divided"
Location: Main Sickbay
Timeline: MD01, 1430hrs

ON

There was a bustle about the brightly lit sickbay as Michael spoke with Areli (NPC). She'd received a promotion with her transfer to the Pandora and was now "Chief Medic" of the ship's compliment of EMT's. "The teams have double checked the emergency kits and are ready to deploy. Timing for the drills have been good," she was saying.

"Good," said Doctor Evans. "And please remind them of the inservice on romulan physiology that we'll be having later this afternoon. Everyone could probably do with a good refresher," he added.

Tyreel walked into the Sickbay, he hadn't been here yet, one of the few places on the ship. "Doc, you here?"

A couple people looked up, but Evans motioned that he'd take this one. Excusing himself from Areli he walked towards the new voice. "Yes, Ensign, what can I do for you?" he asked pleasantly.

"I believe, I need a new check up considering its a new ship." Tyreel said.

Dr. Evans grabbed a PADD and a tricorder and motioned to a nearby biobed. "Not strictly necessary if you've transferred from the Tethys, Ensign..." he waited as Keloas provided his name, then checked it against his records. "Hmm, looks like we're missing a neurological profile on you anyways Mr. Keloas. Well, shall we start with the basics?" He withdrew the probe from the tricorder and began a slow head-to-toe scan. "So," he said, striking up conversation, "I don't recall having seen you around before; no, wait, I remember you from the briefing earlier. My records say you joined us for the Planet Gateway mission?"

"Ya, but I really didn't do much." Tyreel said.

"Ah," Evans said, still scanning. "Well, have you enjoyed your time while we've been at drydock? I hear there are some times to be had on the station!"

"Not really for me sir," Tyreel said, watching the scanning Probe. "I've had enough for four lifetimes." He smiled, really, only one of his hosts hadn't been in Starfleet per se. Sure one had been a teacher, but that had been on a Federation Starship.

"Hmm," was Evans' only comment. He replaced the probe and snapped the tricorder shut. "Lie down please." He waited briefly while Keloas complied, then place an arced scanner over his head. A series of lights flashed as it scanned his brain, then dimmed. Evans retracted the device. "You may sit back up." He reached for a hypospray that had a more bulky shape than the usual sort. Without warning he placed it in the bend of Keloas' arm and he felt what seemed to be a sharp pinch. When Evans withdrew the hypospray the vial was filled with blood. "There," he said, "tissue samples obtained," and made a note on the PADD. "So," he said, preparing to make further entries, "how have you been feeling for the past six weeks? Any symptoms of any sort?" He waited expectantly.

"No, nothing really to protest about." Tyreel said, adjusting his position on the bed. "Few minor headaches, a couple of aches here and now after exercising." He flexed his elbow where the Hypospray had gone. "Have you gotten the history on my Symbiote yet?"

"I did receive a file from Trill regarding the Keloas symbiont," Evans said, looking up, "but if there's anything you'd like to add to it..."

"No, nothing really." Tyreel responded. "Maybe just that it doesnt like being tickled." He joked with a smile, since the last time the symbiont had been in a host during an operation, the Surgeon had brushed it, somehow making the host sneeze, even though she was under.

"Tickled, huh?" Michael chuckled and pretended to write the jest into Keloas' file: "...doesn't like being tickled." He looked up. "Is there anything else while you're in here? Questions? A symptom that's been bothering you? Other medical concerns...?"

"No, nothing really, just wanted to get that check up." Tyreel said pushing himself off the Biobed and standing up. "So, unless theres anything you want to know May I go Doctor?" He asked as he fixed his uniform.

"I've got everything I need," Dr. Evans said. "You are dismissed, Ensign."

"Okay, thanks Doc." He said as he moved off to the door, it was time to do some wandering in his department.


OFF

A Joint Post by:

Lt. Cmdr. Michael Evans, M.D.
2XO/CMO
USS Pandora

and

Ens. Tyreel Keloas
Asst. Chief of Flight Control
USS Pandora