Posted by Lieutenant Bjarke Viktorsson (Diplomatic Attaché) in Pre-Sim: Check out the new guy! (Medical)

Posted by Lieutenant Ben Hudson (Chief Medical Officer) in Pre-Sim: Check out the new guy! (Medical)

Posted by Lieutenant Bjarke Viktorsson (Diplomatic Attaché) in Pre-Sim: Check out the new guy! (Medical)
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Bjarke ducked down as he moved through the door to sickbay, a large red welt still pulsed in the middle of his forehead. He looked to find the nearest nurse. “Lieutenant Bjarke Viktorsson her for my physical, I’m not sure who I’m supposed to check-in with. ” he said he deep timbered voice carrying the room as he stood and looked around the room his.

Lieutenant Bjarke Viktorsson
Diplomatic Attaché

A nurse looked up at the Lieutenant as he walked, her eyes immediately drawn to the welt in the middle of his forehead. She quickly engaged eye contact with him, fighting the urge to flick her gaze back up to his forehead.

“Let me just get your medical records up,” she said with a smile. “And how are you spelling Victorson?” She asked.

Lt. Hudson
Chief Medical Officer

Bjarke looked down at her and smiled. “Height has it’s disadvantages he laughed rubbing the fresh goose egg” he grinned. “V.i.k.t.o.r.s.s.o.n” he responded to her question.

His medical record read like it came out of the dark ages, broken wrist from hammer strike, color bone dislocated from a shield bash. It went on and on, most of his injuries were from training with his clan in the old ways only a couple injures were related to his time in starfleet.

Lieutenant Bjarke Viktorsson
Diplomatic Attaché

“Dr Hudson is currently finishing with another patient.” The nurse explains. “In the meantime, would you like me to take a look at it?” She asked, casting her gaze up to his head.

Lt. Hudson
Chief Medical Officer

He laughed a large bellowing laugh, “It’s just a goose egg not much to do but let it heal, if you would like to check it that would be fine” he said he mouth turning up in a large smile.

Lieutenant Bjarke Viktorsson
Diplomatic Attaché

The nurse nodded as she scanned the contusion. “Ahh yes, nothing too sinister.” she said, picking up a dermal regenerator from one of the gurneys. After waving it a few times over Bjarke’s forehead, she placed it back down. “There, all sorted.”

Lt. Hudson
Chief Medical Officer