Trip To Sickbay

Posted on Mon Dec 9th, 2019 @ 7:27pm by Lieutenant Min Seong

Mission: Mission 1 - One Step forward
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: Previous Mission
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Livingston came aboard the ship, and with the emergency on, he didn't have time to visit sickbay for his boarding physical. He'd been on duty for 12 hours, so the commander ordered him to get some rest. On his way to his quarters, he decided to stop by sickbay to take care of his physical.

He entered sickbay and looked around.

Sickbay was, as expected, in complete chaos. Since the discovery and resulting incidents, Min had her hands full. As did most of her staff and the newly-minted emergency medics, a pair of comm officers who were enlisted to help out.

The moment Min laid eyes on Benedict (and it did not take long at all), she had a pad of paper and a pencil shoved in his hands, and she gestured toward a group of ailing crewmates. "I need their names and ranks, as well as what's hurting. Some of it should be obvious - there will be physical signs - but some of them will have head trauma or something not so visual. Don't let them go far, and call me if one of them looks immediate. Go. Go!"

She surprised him with the paper and pencil, after all he was here for his physical, not to be a field medic, but he took the paper and pencil and nodded. "Yes doctor."

He went to the first person. "Name and Rank." When they told him. "What's the matter?" One person had a head wound, it wasn't bleeding, but he asked questions to judge if they had a possible concussion. Looks like his courses in emergency medical training were paying off. One person had a broken leg...compound fracture. "Doctor!!"

"What?!" Min came running around the corner at the sound of the shout, having shoved gauze into a nurse's hand to help a different patient. She halted herself in the middle of the situation, glancing between the young ensign and the patient with a broken leg. "... He's unfortunately going to have to wait. I think someone's given him painkillers - yes?" After receiving a nod from the crewman, Min took a cursory glance at the leg again, gesturing for one of the various medical crew to come over and speed the process of his 'wait time' up. Then, she turned to the young ensign. A frown appeared on her features. "... Are you here to help?"

"No, doctor. I never had my boarding physical, so while I was off duty, I thought that maybe I could get it done now, but since you're busy, I'll come back later." Ben started to turn to leave, "But if you need some help, I'd be happy to stay."

Min blinked at him. At his statement, she frowned. "You were supposed to come to the Med Bay before you started your duty." That had been the whole point of their mission. What if someone had a rare form of measles and they ended up passing it on like some ignorant, archaic colonials? The ensign didn't need her rants. Instead, she gestured to the nearest empty bed. "Go sit there. And wait."

Ben went over to the bed and sat down. He didn't want to argue or say that when he came aboard, that's when the ship was tossed into this region of space, and that he had gone to the captain when he boarded and the captain wanted him to join the others trying to stay away from the radiation they were going to encounter.

So here he sat, waiting now.

It would only be a moment before Min came around with her tiny medical
device to record her findings, as well as a small kit of medical tools. With her free hand, she called up files on the nearby console. "I'm going to need your name, Ensign. And do you have prior medical history? Any injuries or illnesses I should be aware of?"

"Ensign Benedict Livingston. No injuries or illnesses, doctor. Been healthy all my life."

"Have you been?" Min was already in his medical file. She frowned. Then she stroked her chin in thought, looking to the file, then to the young Ensign, and back to the file again. "... Alright then. No injuries sustained from the accident here, correct?"

"I bumped my head during the accident, but it doesn't hurt anymore. It was just a slight bump." Ben had remembered the bump, it really wasn't anything, compared to what the rest of the crew went through.

"Slight bump." Min squinted at the pilot. She then paced about to the other end of the bed he was on. "Don't move." Without warning, she pulled his head toward her, gently feeling along his skull for signs of bumps. "Have you come to see the Med Bay beforehand?"

Ben was a little surprised at first when she grabbed his head. "If we didn't have the accident, I would have reported for my physical already."

"Yes, and I've had people tell me that they've only got a flesh wound when they're lying in a pool of their own blood on the bridge." Min insisted, frowning as she released his cranium and reaching for a scanner. "You may not end up leaving until I can have one of my experts look at you. We have someone who's done his thesis work on head trauma. I simply want to make absolutely certain before I send you off."

Ben nodded. "Understood, doctor. Whatever you say." He wasn't happy about having to stay in sickbay, but he understood the reasons the doctor wanted him to stay and be examined by a expert.

"Good. I'll get a nurse to come over and take some x-rays for you, and I'll have the ensign take a better look then." Before Ben could respond, Min turned and walked off, leaving the man to his own devices.

Livingston watched her turn and go. And when she got out of sight, he simply said, "Thanks doc."

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Lieutenant Min Seong
Medical Officer
NX-Atlantis

Ensign Ben Livingston
Helm Officer
NX-Atlantis