Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in CMO’s Office - New Doctor

Posted by Ensign Sam Pennington (Medical Officer) in CMO’s Office - New Doctor

Posted by Lieutenant Jasmine Wynter (Chief Medical Officer) in CMO’s Office - New Doctor
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Okay. It’s fine. I’m a qualified doctor. She’s not going to just throw me out. Unless she does because I’m young. Oh god. Listen to me. Delusional speech pattern, rapid heart rate, undoubtedly high BP, sweating. Panic attack. Calming exercises. Sam started to tap each finger of his left hand against the thumb in order, and then back. A trick a therapist had taught him when he was ten.

This was his first Starfleet assignment. And unlike his classmates, he was not confident he could do it. As he walked the halls toward sickbay, he questioned not settling for a private practice. Something calmer.

He rounded a corner and a set of giant double doors swooshed open in front of him. The sound almost startled him. He stepped in and as quickly as his eyes took in sickbay, he committed it to memory. The number of biobeds, the locations of the containers, cabinets, and replicators, the location of the CMO’s office. He walked to the office door, and with a hesitant, shaking hand, pressed the chime.

-Dr Sam Pennington

“Come on in,” Jasmine said taking her feet off the desk and sitting up hearing the chime. =/\=Computer pause Beige’s Anatomy =/\= she requested looking at the doorway and the man entering the office. “Guilty pleasure,” she said with a smile standing up and extending her hand to the incoming officer. “They just don’t get it right do they,” she commented knowing that the man entering her office probably heard Dr. McSteamy professing his love to Dr. Seredith Beige over the patient being operated on.

“You must be Dr. Pennington,” Jasmine stated. “Welcome to the USS Manhattan.”

Lt. Jasmine Wynter, CMO

Sam shook the CMO’s hand. “Thank you sir. Ma’am. Lieutenant. Doctor Wynter.” Off to a roaring start. he thought. “I’m excited to be here. I looked around for a second before coming in. Looks like a fine sickbay.” Feel free to say something with meaning anytime. he criticised himself. He caught his hands shaking and clasped them behind his back to hide it.

-Dr Sam Pennington

“It is,” she gave him a grin and walked over to the replicator. “I typically start with going over the rules of said amazing sickbay to the newbies. So the first thing about this sickbay is that it is like Vegas. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,” she quoted the holocommerical about the famous Earth city. Now I don’t mean the medical stuff. I mean the really important things like what movies we sit around and watch when the place is dead or,” she made a bunch of silly hand gestures towards the machine in front of her, “how much coffee we actually consume. =/\= Coffee, cream with a little sugar,=/\= she ordered. “Now what is your poison,” she asked Pennington as she gestured for him to take a seat in the room.

Lt Jasmine Wynter, CMO

“A coffee, black, if you don’t mind.” As if I’m not jittery enough. “That’s an interesting way of going about things. But I guess it’s placing trust in all the other staff, so it’s good. Maybe next time say something she doesn’t already know. Sam didn’t need his inner monologue criticising his every word, but it had been doing that almost his entire life, adding to his natural, chemically induced, anxiety. “I have to say, I didn’t expect to be sent to a ship of the line with a specialty like diagnostics. Not that I’m not thrilled to be here, just a bit unexpected.”

-Dr Sam Pennington