Posted by 1st Lieutenant Emberlee Atkins (Pilot) in Sick Bay On boarding Physical
Emberlee had left the Major’s office and immediately went to Medical for her physical. She had just had one, but it was a necessary evil. She stepped through the doors of Sickbay and waited until one of the medical staff were able to take care of the physical.

Atkins

Areiana finished scanning the unfortunate Ensign one last time, trying very hard not to laugh as he sat on the biobed looking absolutely miserable. His face was still bright red, his eyes watered uncontrollably, and he clutched a cup of water like it was the only thing keeping him alive.

“I told you,” Areiana said, failing to hide the amusement in her voice as she handed him another medical tablet. “Orion fire spices are not something you eat because someone dared you to.”

The Ensign groaned weakly. “I thought they were exaggerating…”

“Mmhm.” She patted his shoulder sympathetically. “And now you’ve learned an important life lesson.”

She adjusted the hypospray settings one final time before dismissing him toward recovery with strict instructions to avoid anything remotely spicy for the next few days. The second the Ensign stumbled out of the room, another patient was already waiting near the entrance.

Areiana straightened slightly, brushing a loose strand of hair back into place before stepping forward with a professional smile.

“Lieutenant, you must be here for your physical.” Her tone was warm despite the obvious exhaustion lingering faintly under her eyes from long hours in medical. “I’m Doctor Areiana Blackford, Chief Medical Officer.”

She gestured toward one of the open examination rooms.

“Please, come in. I’ll try to make this as quick and painless as I can.”

The medical bay around them hummed quietly with activity as she led them farther inside. Monitors beeped softly in the background while nurses and med techs moved between stations. The sterile lighting reflected off polished equipment, though Areiana had clearly made an effort to make the space feel less cold than most medical facilities. Small touches of color and a few living plants sat near the corners of the room.

Reaching the examination area, she motioned toward a chair beside the diagnostic console.

“You can have a seat there.”

As the lieutenant sat, Areiana moved to the nearby terminal, pulling up their medical file with practiced efficiency. Her fingers moved quickly across the controls while she glanced over the preliminary information.

“Standard physical today,” she said casually. “Nothing too invasive unless you’ve managed to injure yourself in a spectacularly creative way recently.” A small teasing smile crossed her face as she picked up a medical scanner. “You’d be surprised how often that happens around here.”

Areiana Blackford

Lieutenant Junior Grade Chief Medical Officer USS Chimera