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Medical cadet Jonathan Baptiste hobbled down the corridor away from the turbolift that had deposited him from the transporter room to deck six. “Ma, quelle douleur”’ he thought in French, as he hobbled along towards sick bay and the Chief Medical Officer’s office. His right great toe was killing him as he walked along in a stiff gait. He had accidentally kicked the floor in his mother’s house as he was scrambling to get ready, and to the local transporter station to report for duty on board the USS Challenger. He knew he was cutting it close in reporting for duty, but he could not resist the last ski run at Whitewater Ski Resort for the end the ski season. “Ah bon” he thought to himself, then quickly chided himself “I must remember to think in English standard and not French. I am no longer at home with the family on leave.” With that thought he looked down at the small snow globe of Nelson, BC his younger sister had purchased and given to him just before he transported up. “Great,” he thought “I don’t even have time to put this away before reporting to my first duty station.”
He arrived at the sliding doors to sick bay and with one final glance at his uniform and a quick pass of his hand through his hair stepped through the doors. A glance around the sick bay and he immediately spotted the Chief Medical Officers office. “Here we go, broke toe and snow globe to boot, report for duty.” With a stiff hobble, he went over to the door way and announced in a loud clear voice “Medical Cadet Johnathan Baptiste reporting for Duty.”

• Medical Cadet Johnathan Baptiste -

Cadet P’Mala Dawes sat near CMO Dr. Frankenstein’s desk, covering for the current duty shift.

“Medical Cadet P’Mala Dawes. I’m sure Dr. Frankenstein will be in soon, but I’d be happy to take your vitals, Cadet Baptiste.”

She noticed the Cadet was stiff in one leg–cramped shuttle perhaps. She gestured out to the main bay with its intake areas. “If you’d follow me to one of these rooms, we can get started if you’d like.”

-Cadet P’Mala Dawes
Cadet Baptiste was caught off guard momentarily when he heard Cadet Dawes voice. He had not been expecting a fellow cadet to be sitting behind the chief medical officer’s desk.
He quickly noted that she was an attractive Vulcan and he put on his best smile and replied to her question “It would be my pleasure, please lead the way.”

“Absolutely. Right this way, please,” P’Mala said. At this point in her posting, such intakes were becoming more routine as the ship was preparing for its next mission.

Cadet Baptiste was still fully conscious he was holding his sister snow globe gift in his left hand, and also had the issue of his right great toe being broke Great how am I going to explain this to a fellow cadet and doctor thought Jonathan as he waited patiently for Cadet Dawes to show him which biobed to proceed to for his exam.
-Cadet Johnathan Baptiste

P’Mala guided Cadet Baptiste toward the biobed in Room C. Once seated, she thought, the bed should record his weight, pulse rate, and blood pressure.

“Just take a seat here–you know how this works, right? You look familiar, but I don’t think we had any classes together at the Academy, ” she said. “I’m P’Mala Dawes.”

-Cadet Dawes

Cadet Baptiste maintained his most pleasing smile as Cadet Dawes walked past him, guiding him to the biobed in Room C. He quickly turned to follow her, wincing as he did an about face and his right toe shot bolts of electrical pain up his leg. Mon Dieu, ça fait mal he thought in French and quickly changed his thought process back to English standard I sure hope to God she didn’t notice me wincing. Cadet Baptiste did his best to not limp in a visible manner as he made his way to the biobed. “Yes,” he replied “ I am familiar with the standard usage of a biobed.” He then hoped up on the bed.

“I didn’t meant to imply–” P’Mala started. Her PaDD buzzed with Cadet Baptiste’s vital statistics, a brief from his Starfleet Medical files, other miscellaneous data.

“I do not recall seeing you in any of my classes” he replied. “However you may recall seeing me in a holovid a few years back; see I was the one who managed to have a TRULY Epic Crash and Burn during my attempt to make the Canadian Winter Olympic Alpine Skiing team.” He again smiled his most charming smile, “Or you may have seen me when I was with the Star Fleet Alpine Skiing Team as their assistant coach.”

P’Mala thought back to the Canadian Winter Olympics. Though she had lived on Earth for over a decade, she hadn’t spent much time paying attention to its sporting events, but–that video. It had briefly went viral–it was all over the news.

“Oh, Cadet!” she started. “I– yes, I do recognize you from campus, I’m sure of it.”

Johnathan began to fidget with the snow globe in his hands. After a moments thought he asked “There wouldn’t happen to be a Compression Attenuator handy and nearby would there?”
-Cadet Johnathan Baptiste

“Of course, Cadet, but you’re not operating on yourself–not in my sickbay,” P’Mala said, the half-Vulcan part of her briefly bothered by the break in protocol.

She whipped out her medical tricorder and swept it across the cadet’s body. She turned to the PADD again and touched her comm badge.

=^=”Nurse Liu, can you bring me a hypospray, please. And a Compression Attenuator.”=^=

Cadet Dawes turned to the man on the biobed.

“I can see in this scan of your brain that your glutamate levels are quite high, but your chronic pain not the real issue here. Be frank with me, Cadet.”

-Cadet P’Mala Dawes

Cadet Baptiste took a few seconds to consider his response to this question. “Well, you see I was on leave at my parents, post graduation and before coming aboard for my cadet cruise,” he responded to this most unusual Vulcan “and, well, uh, I could not resist one last ski run down at Whitewater Ski resort.”

“Ah,” Dawes said, probably less kindly than she had intended–sometimes her intended tone did not come across as pleasantly as she’d intended.

Nurse Liu entered with the hypospray and Compression Attenuator on a metal tray.

“Thank you, Nurse,” Dawes said, dismissing the other woman.

She turned to the cadet Baptiste, and a little more kindly probed, “What happened?”

Again he started to fidget with the snow globe, turning it over and watching the faux snow slowly fall over the small reproduction of his home city, Nelson, BC. In a soft whisper, barely audible voice “Well, because I chose to do one last run I cut it close to the edge in getting ready to get to the local public transporter. I, well, I, uh, sort of kicked the hard wood floor at my parents home.” he sheepishly peered around the sick bay to see if anyone but Cadet Dawes, his attending physician, had over heard him. “I am pretty sure I fractured the Distal Phalange of my right greater toe. See, I am intimately familiar with breaking bones, especially when it comes to my right side of my body.” He again flipped the snow globe over and watched the faux snow fall slowly back to the top of the snow globe, to embarrassed to look Cadet Dawes in the eyes. “As we all know it wouldn’t look to well on oneself to report to their first duty assignment with an injury.” he replied sheepishly. He could feel his cheeks begin to flush with embarrassment. “So could we just fix my foot and keep this between ourselves? I would owe you a huge debt.”
-Cadet Johnathan Baptiste, medical

P’Mala Dawes demeanor softened. She placed the PADD face down on the counter and picked up the hypospray.

“Johnathan, this will help with the physical pain, and we’ll get to work on that toe,” she said. “And if you don’t go telling CMO Frankenstein, nobody but us has to know–of course I’ll have to say you had a headache or something to account for the hypospray.”

She touched the applicator to his forearm and pressed the trigger–the hypospray hissed its release.

“I understand how exciting and nerve-racking it can be to arrive on time. I was quite unsettled when I teleported aboard. I was surprised nobody was there to greet me and the effect was a little disorienting.”

She smiled just slightly. Hopefully her intentions of good faith and a sense of comraderie were coming across.

“Would you like me to remove your shoe, or would you like to do that yourself?” she asked.

-Cadet P’Mala Dawes

“Good Morning, Cadets,” Came a voice from behind P’Mala. Still far enough away that it wasn’t right behind her, but it was closing. If they looked around, they would see a man in the Red of the Command Staff with four pips on his collar stepping over to them. If they had read the ships files, the might recognize the ships Captain.

Stopping beside P’Mala with his hands behind his back, he smiled at the two of them. “How are we? Doing well? Got a problem with your foot?” Grayson asked, looking down at the Cadet who sitting on the beds, foot. He had been close enough to hear the last part of their conversation at least.

Captain Rhodes, CO

OOC: Hi! Don’t mind me.... just making my rounds lol. The two of you have done great in this thread, well done, and Shaun, as a Doctor you are totally able to clear him for active duty etc as part of his medical check-in, you don’t need to wait for the CMO to do that.

-Dave

Just as he was about to reach down and remove his footwear, Cadet Baptiste caught movement out of the corner of his eye; a distinguished man with short dark brown hair, flecked through with light gray, wearing the very visible red of Command, none other than his commanding officer and captain of the ship; Captain Rhodes. Oh merde, cassé thought Cadet Baptiste in French. Quickly switching his thoughts back to Federation Standard, he replied “Cadet Johnanthan Baptiste, Sir! I was reporting for duty and Cadet Dawes was kind enough to begin my physical. She noticed that I had injured myself and was just getting ready to assess my right greater distal phalange.” He replied, straightening to a sitting position of attention as the Captain stepped up and spoke. Might as well fess up to my injury and spare Cadet Dawes from having to lie to the CO thought Johnanthan,
-Cadet Johnanthan Baptiste, Medical
OCC: Thank you to both of you, I am finding this type of roleplaying both intriguing and enjoyable.
-Chris Huskins