Physical

Posted on Fri Sep 25th, 2009 @ 6:26pm by Commander Jordan Gunning

Mission: Into a Devil's Heart
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: MD04 1500

[ON]

Jordan knew the most irritating part of a new ship assignment was now upon him. The customary form-filling, pencil-pushing, instrument-prodding, tricorder-bleeping festival of utter anguish that was the mandatory physical was next on Jordan's agenda. He strolled the corridor slowly, having little or no desire to have to prove his fitness to carry out his duties to a medical professional he'd never met.

A necessary evil though. He thought as the doors hissed open in front of him.

The Nurse looked up, "May I help you?"

"Indeed you may," Jordan said with an unintended air of sarcasm. "I'm Lieutentant Jordan Gunning and I'm here for my physical. Can you point me in the direction of the good doctor, please?"

"If you will have a seat on Biobed 1, I will get the doctor." She turned and left the area.

Jordan wandered over to the biobed, running his hand over the top of a number of consoles as he went. The nurse's curtness had not gone unnoticed but he was sure that she must be a very busy woman.

Annalyn come over to the bed. She smiled and picked up a padd, "Good afternoon Lt. Gunning, I am Doctor LaToon. If you will lay back we can get started. Nurse will take come blood."

"Lovely to meet you Doctor. I just wish it didn't have to come as you're drawing fluids from me." Jordan replied as he lay back.

"Roll up your sleeve, a slight prick and then we can get started."

"What did you call me?" Jordan quipped as he rolled up his sleeve.

"How about a clown, we seem to get a lot of them lately." she motioned the Nurse to get the blood as she noted down vitals on the padd. "What will be your position on the ship?"

"I'm the replacement Chief Tactical and Security officer, Doctor." Jordan said matter-of-factly, slightly humbled by the doctor's retort.

When the Nurse left, Annalyn picked up her tricorder. "Have you had anything happen to you since you had your last physical that I should be aware of."

"Not that I'm aware of Doctor, no. I did gash my leg on an away mission a few months ago but I believe that should be in my record. I'm not in the habit of falling ill. My species are quite resilient. Goes with the lifespan, I suppose. I should mention that a number of El-Aurian doctors have told me I can expect that kind of lifespan, despite being half human although I'm not sure if you may have a differing opinion?"

"No, not really, they will know more about your species than I do off the top of my head. I know what your vitals should read, and what to look for if anything goes wrong, but when I get a new race aboard, I study up on them so I know in more detail about them." She started the tricorder over his head, "do you like Tactics or Security better?"

"It's all one to me really, to be honest Doctor." Jordan replied, "I feel like I have an affinity for both. There's something rather special about guiding the weapons of a vast starship as you fight for your life. In the same way though there's something to be said for a good mystery at others. How long have you been on the Iapetus, if you don't mind my asking?"

Moving down his head to his neck, "About a year now. Been an interesting experience." From the Neck to the chest. "I see a couple of small scars on the chest, I can remove them if you would like?"

"No thanks, Doctor. They're reminders to me. A little lesson not to be so idiotic in future," he replied with a smile.

She smiled back. "They are small, should not interfere with anything so I can go along with that, she worked on down to the leg. Scanning over the area she could tell was injured, "Leg give you any problems now?"

"Not really, Doctor. Occasional niggle here and there but there's not a lot that can be done about that."

"You have one spot that looks a little inflamed. Possible nerves trying to grow back together, but I can fix that if you will pull up your pants leg. I would rather not fuse your pants to your leg," she said with a smile.

"Sure thing," he began to roll up the leg of his trousers, "Be gentle."

Taking the Anabolic Protoplaser out of her pocket, she ran the devise over his leg, then checked the area with the tricorder. Still a bit inflamed. She ran the AP over his leg again. Again she checked it and nodded. "That looks better. Let me know if it niggles again, nerves are slow to grow."

"Thanks very much, Doctor." Jordan said appreciatively. He had been noticing the wound more and more since he returned from the Internment Camp but hoped that this attention would sort it.

One of the med techs came in with a Padd that they handed to Annalyn. Looking it over, "Looks like you are clear. Everything looks good, but if you have anymore problem with that leg, come back and see us."

"I won't hesitate. Thank you Doctor." Jordan jumped to his feet and left sickbay with an enjoyment of the knowledge that he had come across someone who was not completely caught up in Commander Brown's disappearance.

[OFF]

Lieutenant Annalyn LaToon
Chief Medical Officer
USS Iapetus [NCC-83721]

Lieutenant Jordan Gunning
Chief Tactical & Security Officer
USS Iapetus [NCC-83721]