Posted by Lieutenant Tija Aizala (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay (Pre-Sim)

Posted by Captain Emmeline Davis (Commanding Officer) in Sickbay (Pre-Sim)

Posted by Captain Emmeline Davis (Commanding Officer) in Sickbay (Pre-Sim)
Posted by… suppressed (4) by the Post Ghost! 👻
A petite blonde form made her way into the Discovery-class ship’s Sickbay. Her brown eyes studied the tidy environment with a satisfied grin. She always found medical facilities to bring a certain comfort in the order that they imparted. Striding to the nearest cadet, she instructed, “take me to Lieutenant Torrirs.” Only the slight politeness in her tone kept it from being a sheer demand.

Davis, CO

“Hmm?” Shaken from his concentration, Cadet Grant snapped his attention to Davis. “Of course!” He shoved his PaDD into the crook of his arm, gesturing the Captain to follow. He couldn’t say he was certain of Torrirs’ whereabouts, but if history were a testament to the present, he had a fair idea.

Do I say something? He questioned himself in debate of prodding the silence. What would I say? Grant rubbed his thumb along the pads of his fingers, quietly releasing as much tension as he could. Tilting his head to cast a glance over his shoulder, he managed a smile. “How-.”

“Doctor Grant,” his words were snatched by the hand hovering before him and he stood in bitter realization he’d nearly run into another doctor. Heat rose to his cheeks as he hesitantly turned to face the near victim of his distraction.

“Are you all right?” At the sound of Torrirs’ voice, Grant felt his heart drop. Dry of words, he mustered a tiny nod. “Fine,” but his voice didn’t reach the volume he’d hoped. Nervously adjusting his PaDD, the Cadet cleared his throat. “Uhm, there is someone here to see you.” He stepped aside, careful not to stumble over his own two feet. “I..” confidence, Benedict, confidence. “I have some work to finish. It was a pleasure meeting you.” He threw a nod of acknowledgment to Davis, before retreating back to his duties. That went smoothly.

Obiah carefully watched his retreating figure. “He isn’t usually that skittish,” they mused, chewing on their lip in thought. “Anyway,” they extended a hand to Davis, “I’m Doctor Torrirs, what can I do for you?”

Cadet Grant and Dr. Torrirs
Medicine

OOC: Whoops, I totally missed this, my apologies.

IC:

Emmy watched the cadet’s nervous display with a small amount of fascination that mixed heavily with a dose of annoyance at the delay. She let out a small sigh of relief when the CMO made his way over, thankful not to continue to have to endure the social dynamic unfolding in front of her.

“I require my physical examination,” she responded to Torrirs, quite simply, avoiding any further comment on the situation.

Davis, CO

“Mm, all right.” Obiah gestured her to a nearby biobed. They figured one of the senior Cadets could have conduct a physical, but this allowed them the opportunity to meet Davis.

“Captain Emmeline Davis, yes?” They questioned to ensure their assumptions, based on her rank, were correct.

“Yes,” Emmy confirmed, not feeling the need for any additional commentary.

“In the past fourteen days, have you experienced any abnormalities, aches or pains or been seriously injured,” they ran down the checklist of questions pertaining to her medical history.

Dr. Obiah Torrirs, CMO

“No,” came the brief, but not terse, response. Scans would show the captain on the slighter side, but in excellent health.

Davis, CO

OOC: Bump for Trinity

Just then a petite Bajoran medical officer walked over to Torrirs and Davis. She nodded towards the Captain and greeted her with friendly, but curt “Ma’am” before coming to stand right next to Torrirs. Leaning close to them, she whispered, “NEnsign Sorale came in with a bad cut on his forehead and for the past 15 minutes he has refused treatment. He insists that he has to be treated by you, even though he is losing quite a lot of blood.” In reply Torrirs nodded and excused themself before heading towards said Ensign.

Turning towards the Captain the young Lieutenant said, “I’m sorry about that, Captain. I hope you don’t mind if I finish your boarding evaluation?” Almost as if in an afterthought she added, “I’m Lieutenant Tija Aizala and the assistant Chief Medical Officer on the Challenger.”

~Lt. Tija Aizala, Asst. CMO

“That’s fine,” came the terse and impatient reply from Emmy. Her only inclination was to complete the evaluation and get out of sickbay as quickly as possible. She inclined her head toward the biobed’s display, hinting at her desire for Tija to examine the results.

Davis, CO