Posted by Lieutenant Commander Maxwell Wynter (Chief Engineer / 2nd Officer) in Medical Check-in

Posted by Ensign Shon Baht (Medical Officer) in Medical Check-in

Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in Medical Check-in
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(SNIP)

Ensign Baht perched on one of the chairs in front of the doctor’s desk, crossing one leg over the other and clasping his blue hands around his raised knee. “Oh, orange juice would be splendid, thank you Doctor Wynter. I’ve managed to avoid regularly drinking coffee or tea so far… although it remains to be seen if my assignment to the Manhattan is what finally makes me take up the habit,” he jested with a good-natured smile.

Grabbing the drinks she settled back in her chair and propped up her feet on the edge of the desk. She had never really put a lot of heavy stock on meetings like this after a first general impression. Baht seemed laid back and not someone she would have to worry about every word or action with. “So you wanna tell me something I am not gonna find in your file about yourself,” she asked taking a sip of her coffee.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO

Shon took a swig of the orange juice with a small ‘ah’ escaping his lips as he withdrew the glass. He titled his head slightly to one side, considering Jasmine’s request. “I starred as Fiyero in a production of the historical human play ‘Wicked’ during my senior year of secondary school in San Francisco! My rendition of ‘Dancing through Life’ received a standing ovation, if you don’t mind my bragging,” Shon puffed up his chest a little as he spoke. “I have a love for theatre. I find it so much more involved than holodeck scenarios, to be honest.”

(Ensign Baht, Medical)

“Oh my god yes. I hate holodecks and try whenever I can to avoid them but real life does have it’s drawbacks,”

Suddenly, the click of the comm announced an incoming message.

=/\= Sickbay, this is Lieutenant Commander Wynter. I have a Medical Emergency, prepare for an incoming emergency site-to-site transport =/\=

=/\=Understood=/\= Jasmine replied jumping up from her seat. She didn’t signal for Baht to follow but she knew he would. Medical emergencies requests brought everyone out of the woodwork. She hadn’t had time to ask about his specialty but all doctors had one. That is why it was all hands on deck. Jasmine didn’t fret over rank or whose neck was the shiniest in times like this. The most qualiied person took the case once they knew what it was.

Seconds later, the swirl and sound of a transporter sounded in the main sickbay as Max appeared, crouched low and holding a bundle in his arms. He looked up and the site of him made a number of the nurses hold their breath, likely for the exclamation of concern that would come from Jasmine followed closely by the statement that the Chief Engineer was being careless and a fool again.

“What the hail,” Yvonne yelled out. “Jasmine your man was on fire,” she said in her sassy tone putting her hands on her hips. “And I ain’t talking handsome.” Yvonne Washington had taken every class known to man for her profession but nothing prepared her for the crazy arse Mintaran people with their check list o’ love and you ain’t readen my mind-brain anatomy. This event, however, was certainly going on the list to the Sunday comm calls to her cousins Lavonne and Sharevonne Washington stationed on the USS Ogawa. She let out a mmhhmm hmmm hmmm sound as she sat back down seeing the CMO burst from her office.

“What,” Jasmine grabbed the fire extinguisher out of instinct looking at Max.

“Girl I said was on fire not actively in flames,” she came around the desk quickly and headed to the hypo section of the sick bay. Pulling various vials and creams from the cabinet, Yvonne muttered under her breath.

“Max,” Jasmine yelled dropped the cylindrical fire suppression canister and hurrying over to him.

Max was, smoking. His yellow Operations/Engineering tunic was burnt in several places, mainly the chest and his hair was standing on end and singed like he had stuck his finger in a power socket, and he was missing most of one eyebrow. His sleeves were rolled up, and blackened and his arms bore the red scorch marks and blisters of burns from his hands to past his elbows like he had stuck them into a furnace and quickly withdrawn them. In his arms a small round bundle lay curled up, about the size of a dinner plate and a finger thick. It was furry, clearly and it was also badly singed and smoking.

“I need help,” Max said as he came to his feet shakily, revealing that he was only burnt from his waist up.

Lt Cmdr Wynter, Chief Engineer

“What happened? Baht take the baby,” she ordered looping an arm around Max’s waist. “Bed’s six and seven,” she called out. By taking those beds, both Jasmine and Shon would be able to get information about the event simultaneously since they were practically next to each other. At the moment, Jasmine was not concerned about how or why Max had a baby.

Lt. Jasmine Wynter CMO

OOC: Sorry it took me a bit to get to this, the grad school semester started this week so I’ve been preoccupied!
Ben

IC: Ensign Baht had followed Doctor Wynter out of the office with purposeful strides, but he was admittedly unsure about his place in the crisis. Jasmine had just met him. He did not quite expect her to trust him so easily with direct involvement in the medical emergency. So when the chief medical officer told him to take the baby, Shon blinked in surprise. Then, he jumped into action.

Ensign Baht swooped in to take the bundle from Max, being especially gentle as they made the transfer. Holding his breath, Shon pulled back the cloth to inspect the baby briefly. He gulped with relief when he saw that the infant was still alive. With careful, measured steps, Shon approached bed seven. He laid the newborn on the pad lightly and began slowly peeling away the bundle to get a better look at their injuries.

(Ensigh Baht, Medical)

OOC: You might want to adjust your post slightly, it isn’t wrapped in anything, it’s furry and fairly small. If you do, go right ahead hehe

IC: Oddly, the ‘bundle’ didn’t quite peel back as expected. Once laid on the bed the furry black and smoking thing unfolded slowly as one, two three and more legs began to unfold slightly from their curled position on the body. Six eyes appeared from tucked up against the things body and looked at Baht, all of them pitch black and seeming to stare straight at him. Seemingly startled, eight legs reach out and latched onto his arm, holding tight as the eyes moved from Baht and seemed to dart around the room.

“It ran into the EPS conduit lines while I was repairing a Replicator and had the panel off,” Max said, letting Jasmine help him limp to the other bed. “You should have heard the little girls yell when her pet Palukoo ran inside and things started sparking.” He held up his arms slightly and looked at the burns and smoking remnants of uniform. “I just reached in to grab it, a few more seconds and that Bajoran family would have been dining on Palukoo for supper.”

Lt Cmdr Wynter, CE

OOC: Ah, I read “bundle” from your post and “baby” from the other, so I deduced that we were referring to a humanoid swaddled in cloth. The downsides of misdirection, I suppose.

Ensign Baht did his very best to resist jumping in surprise as the arachnid attached itself to his arm. He took a deep breath in through his nose and tried not to think about the mandibles uncomfortably close to his bicep. He took slow steps toward the head of the biobed, trying to move his grappled arm as little as possible while the other attempted to gently stroke the trichobothria of the Palukoo.

After hopefully calming the creature, Shon reached for a hypospray that he loaded with a tiny dose Improvoline slightly awkwardly with only one hand. He then moved to administer the sedative to the frightened creature, hoping to calm it. “I’m surprised the poor thing hasn’t been eaten for dinner already regardless,” Shon mumbled under his breath.

(Ensign Baht, Medical)