Posted by Lieutenant Obiah Torrirs (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay: Cadet Wiles Osten

Posted by Cadet Wiles Osten (Security Officer) in Sickbay: Cadet Wiles Osten

Posted by Lieutenant Obiah Torrirs (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay: Cadet Wiles Osten
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One of the few places Wiles could never imagine himself working on a starship was in the sickbay. Not that he had some phobia or distain for medical environments, it was simply that he preferred to make frequent, short visits rather than spend extended periods of time in the harshly-lit, cut-and-dry setting. Luckily, Wiles had never had any major medical episodes (although that was likely soon to change), at least partially because of his diligence with regular checkups.

To this end, Wiles was perfectly comfortable walking into the sickbay for his physical evaluation and waiting patiently for the attention of a nurse. He would offer a polite smile. “I’m here for my medical check in, I’m a new cadet. Wiles Osten. Is there a doctor that could see me?”

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

“Several.. this is a sickbay after all,” The musing voice of a young nurse razzed. Shaking his head, he peered about the sickbay, searching for the eye of a doctor. It was never difficult to spy the difference between physician and nurse; their poise was different.. “Ah, there is one, now!” A grin, boyish albeit trained dashed across his features. “Doctor Noel!” He called out to another cadet, whose fiery red hair could catch his attention from light-years away. “There’s a chap here who’d like to see you.”

“This better not be another one of your ploys to distract me, Hobbes.” Noel grumbled, closing the distance between them. Vibrant green eyes caught sight of the Security cadet, a glimmer of surprise resonating in their depths. “Oh! I am so sorry.. I didn’t realise he had company.” She mused, bashfulness clipping the edges of her voice. “I’m Doctor Noel, what can I do for you?” She offered out a hand to shake, watching Hobbes from the corner of her eye. “You can leave now, Hobbes.”

(NCs) Nurse Hobbes and Doctor Noel
Nursing and Medicine

Wiles felt the corners of his mouth tug upwards at the nurse’s quip. He ducked his head slightly to hide the involuntary grin, but looked up from under his brow to inspect the nurse in front of him as Hobbes summoned Noel over. He regretted specifically asking for a doctor. Maybe a nurse would have been just fine. Wiles did not turn his attention to Noel until she was almost on top of him, and he pivoted quickly to meet her gaze.

Wiles allowed himself to smile more freely this time at the banter between the two, and waved a hand dismissively at Noel’s apology. “Nice to meet you doctor, I’m cadet Wiles Osten, I’m here for my boarding examination.” He shook her hand warmly, his grip not too firm but still solid with intention.

“You as well, Osten.” Noel hummed, a soft smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “We have a few biobeds open, we’ll get you situated in a few moments. Hopefully we won’t have to keep you too long.”

“Oh, trust me, lad. You’ll be here for days if the doctors had their way.” Hobbes smirked, stifling a chuckle behind his teasing gaze.

Wiles looked quickly to Hobbes as Noel suggested that he leave, and broke his grip with her to make a point to extend his hand to the nurse too. “A pleasure to meet you as well, Nurse Hobbes.” Wiles clasped Hobbes’ hand in both of his should the nurse accept the gesture and made sure to hold his gaze. He felt the edges of his mouth pulling upward again. Wiles retracted his hand and sent it straight to his hair, running it through the top of his brownish-blonde undercut once.

“Ah! A friendly chap he is too, Noel.” Hobbes accepted his friendly gesture, inclining his head in an expression of amicability. He was not a particularly friendly man, on most days, but he would make an exception for the new guy. Someone had to be nice, eh? He figured he’d see enough of the security cadet anyway.

Turning back to Noel, Wiles tried to be nonchalant. “Oh don’t worry about me, you won’t make me feel crowded if he stays! I know this is just routine, so if his help will make it less painful for all of us then I don’t mind at all.”

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)

“Trust me, his help will be anything but painless.” Noel resisted the urge to roll her eyes, a pointed glare shot at Hobbes. In resignation, he rose his hands, as if fearful of being murdered by her lethal gaze. Huffing, he leaned against the nearby wall, sealing his mouth shut with an imaginary zipper.

“Please, come have a seat.” She gestured to a nearby biobed, making her way over. “Have you experienced any sickness or pain in the last two weeks?” She asked, slipping a PaDD into her hands. Awaiting his answer, Noel pulled up his medical file in case of any useful information.

(NCs) Hobbes and Noel
Nursing and Medicine

Wiles offered a polite but perhaps overwhelmed half-smile as he looked back and forth between the two sickbay officers, becoming less and less sure that they did actually like each other as their interaction continued. As disappointed as Wiles was that Hobbes had been excused from the conversation, he decided it might be best not to encourage oil and water to mix again. He would make a point to talk to Hobbes again later though.

Wiles lifted himself up onto the biobed backwards and lowered himself down to sit at the edge, letting his feet hang off the side and sitting up straight. He shook his head at Noel’s question, but contradicted himself as he did so. “My eyes have been aching a bit from the florescent lights since coming onboard, I’ve never done particularly well with brightly lit environments, but no, no pain or sickness. I’ve got a pretty good immune system and I don’t break easily.”

Cadet Osten did not seem to be lying. His medical record was full and frequently updated, and showed that Wiles had only two major medical episodes: a broken left radius at age three and a skull fracture to the occipital bone at age five, both of which had completely healed without noted incident. Wiles seemed to have been more cautious throughout his young adulthood, although he did contract infectious mononucleosis during his first year at the academy, which was of course promptly treated. That was his only recorded incidence of disease. Perhaps Wiles’ medical record was unique in its normalcy. He had always been in good health, good shape, and had great vital signs if taken. He stood at 5’10”, 150lbs, 15% body fat. A paragon of bodily health, in some ways.

The only ongoing condition flagged in Cadet Osten’s medical file was mild depression, diagnosed four years ago. Wiles was prescribed medication, at a minimum dosage as per his request. He had also reported managing the condition with psychological therapy. Symptoms reported prior to medication included: fatigue, diminished ability to think/concentrate, anhedonia, hypersomnia, and depressed mood. No major depressive episodes recorded.

(Wiles Osten, Security Cadet)