Posted by Cadet Boris Levitsky (Engineer) in A mandatory medical check-up.

Posted by Lieutenant Ilena Keelara Rox (Chief Medical Officer) in A mandatory medical check-up.

Posted by Cadet Boris Levitsky (Engineer) in A mandatory medical check-up.
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Following his placement on the challenger, Boris found himself swamped by various emotions. He’d never been on a starship before, and he found things almost overwhelming. Fear, exhilaration, and determination summed up his state of emotions as he stepped off the transporter. Feeling briefly dizzy, he leaned against a wall, attempting to regain his bearings. He had never been good with transporters, though he hoped he would not experience transports often.

Once the feeling passed, he made his way to sickbay to undergo a mandatory medical examination, using the wall panels to find his way. While he became lost a few times, he did not wish to bother anyone for directions, and so relied on the computer for directions. Upon walking through the doors, he had tapped on his com-badge, adjusting his hat a bit.

“A-ahem. Medical? This is Cadet Levitsky, r-reporting for a checkup.” He spoke, stuttering slightly. He was quite nervous, though he spent some time taking some deep breaths, attempting to calm his wits. His normally bright blue eyes were more of a duller blue, perhaps reflecting his mood, or maybe in response to the synthetic light of the starship. As he waited, he gently rubbed his birthmark, a jagged crescent on his right cheek, under his right eye.

Cadet Boris Levetski, engineer.

A kind looking woman with sandy blonde hair and black eyes approached. She was followed by an all white husky wearing a vest. “Hello Cadet. I’m Lt. Rox. Why don’t you come with me, and we’ll get started. Cadet Neddleberg will be doing your onboarding today.”

Lt. Rox, Chief Medical Officer

He stood at attention and saluted Rox. Perhaps he acted too formal, however he wished to leave a strong first impression. He let out a slow, drawn out breath, his nerves slowly relaxing. He didn’t make eye contact with her, but instead decided to look at the husky following her. “A-affirmative. It is pleasure to meet you, Rox.” He spoke, his voice quiet.

Knowing first day and sickbay visits could cause nerves, Ilena didn’t comment and draw unwanted attention to it. “A pleasure to meet you Cadet.”

While he initially considered giving the pooch a pat on the head, he determined it wouldn’t be a good idea to bother what was presumably a service dog while it was on duty.
“Lovely d-dog, by the way. It h-has quite beautiful coat.” He commented, making eye contact with the doctor for a short time, before his eyes wandered throughout the room. “You… M-must forgive me, it is first day. Things quite… Overwhelming.” He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

She smiled down at the dog and patted it’s head. “Ril is my constant companion and the reason I can still serve. During the Dominion War I contracted a very nasty illness and had no access to a doctor. It left my muscles weak. So he supports me.”

“Shall we proceed?” He replied simply, shifting weight from one foot, and then the other, and back to the first, as though anxious to begin.

Cadet Boris Levetski, engineer.

She led him over to the biobed and turned it on. “Have a seat. Can you give me your name Cadet? I can pull your medical files up that way.”

Lt. Rox, Chief Medical Officer

Nodding, he sighed, his eyes briefly lost in thought as she replied, explaining as to why she had the dog with her. A flicker of understanding crossed his face. “I see… I used to know someone who experienced muscular atrophy after bad electric shock put them in hospital. I can’t remember if they fully recovered or not, have not spoken to them for years.” He replied, going silent for some time in respect.

He followed instructions and sat down on the bio bed she turned on. As if fearing that his hat might interfere with the operations, he detached his commbadge from it and attached it to his lapel before placing his hat on an empty side-table. “O-of course. Levitsky, Boris. Origin: Zielona Góra.” He replied simply, clearing his throat. “Ahem… D-don’t worry about that, throat is quite dry. The air is different on ship.”

Cadet Boris Levetski, engineer.

Rox typed his name into the system and pulled up his medical file. While she did that, a nurse walked over and handed him a glass of water. “Here, drink this. Recycled air takes some getting used to, so be sure to drink plent,” the older woman said kindly.

Rox smiled, “Alright Cadet, anything in your medical history you want to discuss?”

OOC: This is your chance to add any medical details from childhood illnesses to injuries to family medical history. Anything or nothing at all. Whatever you would like.

Lt. Rox, Chief Medical Officer

Boris nodded as he reached out and took the glass, which he took occasional sips from. “I keep in mind. At least we can breath without suit, hmm?” He replied, attempting a joke. He wasn’t very good at humour, but he tried, at least. He spent a moment in silence as he drank, letting his mind work. Humming for a moment, he looked from his glass to her again, his brow furrowed.

“Hmm… Father always had small problems with knees, doctor said might be genetic problem. However, I haven’t noticed any problems on me, but might be good to keep in mind.” He finally replied, rubbing his left knee as if to show a point. His brow remained furrowed in thought as he considered his words. “I also have difficulty with upper body strength, in left arm. It… Long story, however.” He looked embarrassed as he rolled up his left sleeve to show the jagged scar on his upper arm.

“I don’t even remember the full details. It was accident when very young. It works mostly, but… I certainly struggle with ladders.” He spoke solemnly.

Cadet Boris Levetski, engineer.

Rox nodded quietly as he spoke. She ran her tricorder over his knee and over his arm. “We could do a genetic study to see if there is something you should look out for in your knees. For your arm, I suggest some tissue migration and physical therapy to help gain some range of movement.”

Lt. Rox, Chief Medical Officer

“Perhaps that something to consider. For now, am sure am… Needed?” He spoke with hesitation, quite unsure of himself. He sat for a while, simply thinking. “Shall receive… Treatment when needed. It not such an issue now.” He spoke. As he was scanned, his knees didn’t show anything worrying, aside from a very minor tissue, perhaps he whacked his knee off something on his way to the ship? As for his arm, it seemed as though his musculature wasn’t the greatest. A major point of previous damage which didn’t heal properly, and his elbow joint had minor degradation, a great deal of blunt damage that failed to fully heal, as if he didn’t have access to a proper doctor during the injury. “I be fine, though! I survive much worse, fight with angry man ended better than worse.”

He smiled as he lied. While he certainly would have preferred to speak the truth, to speak how his arm really did bother him, he feared that it would cause unnecessary worry.
He wished to get started with his work, he’d have time to fix himself later. He had a feeling that he would be needed very soon, though he wasn’t sure of the source of his own worry. Perhaps he was just worrying too much, or perhaps his feeling of impending doom was valid. With Boris, it was hard to tell.

Cadet Boris Levetski, engineer.

“Your knee seems fine, however, your arm is of concern. There is prolonged muscular weakness in the arm, degradation to the elbow joint, blunt force trauma that never fully healed, and bone damage that never fully healed either.” Rox shook her head, “I’m sorry Cadet. I can’t clear you for duty with these injuries. You’ll have to stay until we get them taken care of.” She took a single step back, folded her tricorder and slipped it into her pocket. “You have the right to refuse medical treatment, but even with a signed refusal I can not clear you for duty.”

Lt. Rox, Chief Medical Officer

His eyes went wide and his demaniour changed to one of shock and horror, his face revealing just how much he didn’t like the idea. “Nie, nie, chyba się mylisz!” (Translation: “No, no, you must be mistaken!”) He cried out, reverting to his native tongue in response to the horrible news shared with him. While sitting with his head in his hands, he took a while to get to grips with the awful news given his way before he felt confident giving a response. “No, this can’t be. It very minor, nothing big! Can still function to best of ability! It been like this for years and I manage to complete duties at academy. Can operate a spanner like anyone else!” He spoke, his denial practically dripping from his voice.

“Perhaps simple mechanical assistant will be all needed? Should not take long, family can pay expenses.”

Cadet Boris Levetski, engineer.

Rox set a hand on his shoulder. “Take a deep breath, Cadet. Your family doesn’t have to pay for anything. It’s simple enough to take care of. A couple of hours, no surgery. Don’t worry.” A nurse walked over with a tray. Rox held up a hypo, “To help stimulate cartilage growth in your elbow. Then this,” she pointed to a larger device, “is a tissue migrator. It will repair the muscle damage in your arm. This last one is an osteogenic stimulator. I’ll use it to repair the break that never healed correctly in the bone. After that, I’ll give you exercises to help build your muscle strength. It won’t take long at all. I promise.”

Lt. Rox, Chief Medical Officer

Boris sighed, his panic being lifted slightly with the concept that things wouldn’t be as severe as he thought. Perhaps he was overreacting, or perhaps he really didn’t realize medical technology was as advanced as it was. His record did give a history of refusing treatment unless his injuries were incredibly serious, so perhaps it was a case of stubbornness and a belief he was strong enough to handle things. “A-and here was thought that could get to work immediately. If emergency happen, I needed.” He begrudgingly states. His scowl was not unlike a canine who was forced to be around a trainer they did not get along with well. “Make it fast. Is certain that will be needed. Have not even had chance to view schematiks.” He grumbled, his ‘grumpy canine’ resemblance being quite apt.

Cadet Boris Levetski, engineer.

Ilena quietly smiled to herself and got to work. While she did a nurse came over and handed him a PaDD with the ship’s schematics on it.

Lt. Rox, Chief Medical Officer

He was silent through the procedure, a combination of pure determination and a cold steeling of himself. He already felt as though he made a bit of a fool of himself, so he didn’t want to repeat the incident. As he was handed schematics, he poured through them with intense concentration, his silence only broken when he decided to make a comment. “Quad nacelles? Goodness… And here believing two was optimal amount… Perhaps knowledge outdated?” He spoke. One might question exactly how he ever got to serve on a star-ship, or perhaps he was just laser focused on different studies. Regardless, he seemed utterly fascinated, his eyes practically sparkling. If his knowledge was truly outdated and focused primary on older ships, the Challenger would have surely been utterly astounding to him.

Cadet Boris Levetski, engineer.

Ilena knew basics, but not enough to discuss the schematics with him. She smiled though as he commented about what he was reading. The improperly healed fractures took the longest and she gave him a calcium and vitamin I fusion to help with the fatigue that cam with accelerated healing. As the machines worked she set up an exercise program for him to help increase his mobility and strength. He had two options, to follow along with a video in his quarters or using a program on the holodeck.

When the last of the healing g was complete, she moved the machines out of the way. “Alright, Cadet, all done.” She held out a PaDD. “Your exercises. Twice a day, every day. Come back in a week so I can check you.” She turned to her console, “And you’re cleared medicalky for duty. You will have to check in with the counselor and the CE before you can begin your duties.”

Lt. Rox, Chief Medical Officer

When everything was all said and done, it seemed Boris didn’t really register the passage of time, for his focus was entirely set on the reading material. He didn’t even register that the procedure was finished until he finished reading at around the same time the doctor started wheeling away equipment. He tested out the repair by flexing his formerly injured limbs, a quiet hum of satisfaction coming from him. “It feels whole, once more.” He simply commented, giving a closed-mouth smile. Taking the PaDD offered to him and placing the finished one on a surface, he stood up and nearly fell back down. However, he managed to keep his balance.

“Yes. Yes, is good. Many thanks, officer.” He replied. He was half tempted to give Rox a hug, but feeling as though such things were entirely unprofessional, he stopped himself before he could proceed and stood awkwardly. “Will do! Perhaps holodeck will be available eventually.” Once he managed to put his hat back on his head, he saluted respectfully.

Cadet Boris Levetski, engineer.

“You are very welcome, Cadet Levetski.” Rox smiled as he got up and headed on his way.

OOC: So the information you put here about injuries and such you can copy into your character bio and label it “medical history” if you want. The character bio is a great place to put this information so you can find it easily if you ever need it again.

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Lt. Rox, Chief Medical Officer