Posted by Cadet Grayson Paul (Engineer) in Medical Check In

Posted by Lieutenant Obiah Torrirs (Chief Medical Officer) in Medical Check In

Posted by Cadet Grayson Paul (Engineer) in Medical Check In
Cadet Grayson Paul walked through the doors of Sickbay at a brisk pace, barely allowing them to open completely. He stopped for a moment, looking around. It was quiet and orderly, not too much going on at that present time. He stopped an NE Medtech passing by, “Pardon, do you know where Dr. Torrirs is? I’m supposed to check in with her.”

The medtech gave him a funny look before pointing off in a particular direction. “Thanks,” Grayson nodded as he made his way in the direction indicated, stopping outside a bay area in which the CMO was standing. “Cadet Grayson Paul, reporting for duty, Doctor.”
Cadet Paul, Engineer

“Of course, Dr. Ramier.” Torrirs smiled, reading through a PaDD that had been handed to them minutes before. Before they could say more, Paul’s voice snagged thei r attention from the young Cadet. “Why don’t you meet me in my office in one hour, Doctor? Then we can discuss your treatment plan. For now, continue administering fluids. The cadet’s body required all the hydration she can get.”

Ramier, who seemed disappointed at being put off for an hour, nodded in understanding. It was a simple, viral infection and he had been assigned to the case to refine his diagnoses and treatment skills. It could wait, although it might be uncomfortable for Cadet Sinatra, who was fast asleep.

Once departed, Torrirs turned to face Paul. “Hello, Cadet.” They studied him a moment, “Reporring for duty? I don’t believe you are a doctor. Did you come here for a medical evaluation?”

Dr. Torrirs, CMO

Grayson’s cheeks turned bright red and he gave the doctor a big, sheepish grin. “Oh heavens, Doc, I didn’t mean I was reporting for duty, here.”

“Clearly,” Torrirs retorted.

He laughed aloud and fidgeted nervously to the side, “But reporting for duty on the ship, means I have to report here for my checkup. Or medical evaluation. So, where do you want me?”
Cadet Paul, Engineer

“Are you all right?” They asked, quirking an eyebrow in observation of Grayson, who presented himself with clear apprehension.

“Have a seat on an open biobed,” they gestured to the main sickbay, “and I’ll be with you in just a few seconds.” Without further word, the young doctor went to snag a tricorder for Paul’s physical.

Dr. Torrirs, CMO