Posted by Commander Heathcliff Rinker (Chief Medical Officer/ Psychiatrist) in First Stop Medical

Posted by Commander Heathcliff Rinker (Chief Medical Officer/ Psychiatrist) in First Stop Medical

Posted by Commander Heathcliff Rinker (Chief Medical Officer/ Psychiatrist) in First Stop Medical
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Gilly had finished stowing her ruck sack and the few personal belongings that she brought with her in her quarters. They were definitely more spacious that what she had been used to. It was a nice change. Making her way to the medical bay, Gilly took in her surroundings. She had heard many good things about the Atlantis and was excited to see how she worked first hand. She couldn’t do that until she had made the rounds to the powers that be. Stepping into the medical bay she waited for one of the medical staff to be free.

gilly

“Lieutenant Adams,” Rinker called out picking up the next patient on the PaDD. It was a change from his last job assignment in counseling. There someone came knocking at his door at a set time. This was more a revolving door but the change of pace was not a bad thing.

Rinker CMO

Gilly smiled “Commander, thank you for accepting my appointment in such short notice.” She said as she stepped forward “Lt Gillian Adams reporting for her onboarding physical.” She said

Adams (Marine)

“Nice to meet you. Bed three,” he gestured for her to take a seat. “Anything that’s been bothering you? Breathing, Body, Sensations…”

Rinker CMO

She walked over to Bed three and took a seat, handing her medical file to the good doctor. He was another one that could only access part of her records. Many of her medical records were redacted and looked as if someone had gone through with a black sharpie and colored on all of the pages. The important things were accessible, the rest was up for speculation. Gillian knew her medical history by heart. Each and every scar carried a story and some days she wished that there were people she could share those stories with but classified was classified.

She looked at the CMO “Everything is current in the file. I apologize for the coloring book that has been made, I will answer what questions I can but specifics are off limits other than the specifics of the injuries and the treatment received.” She said giving her usual speil.

Adams

Rinker glanced at the file and let out a small frown. It was not directed to his patient but more those not involved in the medical profession. It was not Gilly’s fault her medical file read like an ancient telegraph with broken sentences and only the barest of information being presented. The one thing that always remained, no matter how enlightened a government, was its love of bureaucracy that complicated everyone’s life. “How about we do this verbally,” he suggested. “It will save time from me asking every question under the sun. Give me a synopsis of all the redacted stuff,” he stated.

Rinker CMO

Gilly understood the frustrated frown “Yeah..apparently the Marines don’t like to share information.” She said “Let’s start at the top and work our way around. During a mission, I was clearing a building and was hit in the right shoulder by a phase rifle. The usual burns and hole, it did take a small chunk of bone but has healed. Right ribs have been broken more times than I can count, some from missions and some from me just being stupid and thinking I’m invinciable in sports…take your pick. I also have a phaser wound to both right and left flanks of my abdomen, again a mission that went south quickly. I have fractured my right ankle twice, my left leg once and multiple cuts bruises and other odds and ends. I do have a scar on the side of my head from a training accident, I was tossed off and 20’ ledge and landed on my head. ” She thought for a moment “That could explain a few things…” She gave him a wry smile “If you need more information, I will get you clearance for the rest of the file. The swiss cheese that I just handed you is essentially worthless to anyone in this medical bay. And to be fair, prior to my transferring here.....I went the rounds with our lead doc on base and told him that it needed to be declassified. I mean honestly, I don’t think you give two hoots about where the missions were, what they were about or anything else.”

“Security and Marines do like their black stylus,” he joked back agreeing with her about the redacted information.

“Yes we do. You have to ask yourself how many stylus’ does it take to retract a Marine’s record....” She said with a slight smile “I know that I’ve heard previous CO’s complaining about the amount of time it took for them to send out a memo regarding my team and I.” She shrugged “That’s why they get paid the big bucks.”

She looked at Rinker “I’m also going to let you know, that I see it as my duty to make sure all of my teams get back and I will stand in the line of fire to make sure that happens.” She looked at the various scars on her hands and forearms “I also don’t back down from a fight. If I do something stupid, I am the first one to admit it. But as the Corps motto has been for millennia “First ones in, last ones out. Devil Dogs, hounds of war that are loosed when all else has failed.” She was thoughtful for a moment “I like to think of us as the nuclear option to the nuclear option when push comes to shove.”

Adams

“Well if you can make my job easier and put some shielding between you and the oncoming enemy as you cover their retreat.” His tone was pleasant enough but held a hint of seriousness. “The Marine contingent is damn tough. In the internment camp during the Dominion War, they held strong and got the brunt of attention at times.”

Rinker CMO

Gilly nodded “I have heard about the internment camps. And to be honest, that’s what we’re trained to do. We take the brunt to protect others.” She said “I will try to put something between me and the weapons fire, but I can’t make promises.” She said honestly.

Adams

“So when you are not out defending us what do you do for fun,” Rinker asked, making some notes on his PaDD. Heathcliff held both a medical degree and a psychological degree. In technical terms this was called a psychiatrist. He had little concern about the Marines mental health but it was hard for him to completely separate the two professions. While he tried not to assume to know what one did in their off time, these security folk often burned off energy in their down time doing anything but gardening. Knowing what his patients did often could help him predict when they might come rolling back into sickbay.

Rinker CMO

Gilly grinned “I play piano.” She said “I also cook, ski, play baseball and basketball and the occasional game of flag football, which really isn’t flag football when you actually tackle people is it?” She said “My favorite thing to do in my down time is to cook. I look for interesting receipes from other cultures and try it. Sometimes it’s a hit and other times....not so much.”

Adams

As with most people, they were far more than their careers if you just asked the right questions and listened to the responses. Gilly was a battle hardened Marine willing to do whatever was necessary whenever to ensure the safety of those she was tasked with protecting. That did not mean she didn’t have hobbies or interests which clearly she did. “So you are a foodie. Great hobby. What’s your favorite dish and do you deliver?”

Rinker CMO

Bueller? Bueller??

Gilly laughed “My favorite dish, happens to be steak fajitas with cojito cheese and fideo.” She said “And yes I deliver. I also enjoy making cheesecake..what topping’s do you prefer?” She asked smiling “I might be able to sneak some food into you…can’t have our medical team starving, now can we?”

Adams
“Now you are speaking my love language,” Rinker joked. “I prefere a fruit topping. At times you can get too much crap loaded onto a cheesecake and lose the flavor of the actual dessert. I am on duty for the next two days by the way.”

“So what got you into the confectionary arts?”

Rinker

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