Posted by Ensign Thelev th’Azoll (Medical Officer/Pilot) in Boarding Physical & DH Check In - Main Sickbay - Ensign th’Azoll

Posted by Lieutenant Amparo Álvaro-Byrd (Chief Medical Officer) in Boarding Physical & DH Check In - Main Sickbay - Ensign th’Azoll

Posted by Ensign Thelev th’Azoll (Medical Officer/Pilot) in Boarding Physical & DH Check In - Main Sickbay - Ensign th’Azoll
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Thelev walked down the corridor towards the sickbay, still getting used to the new uniform and pip on his collar. The captain of the other ship had taken him straight from the brig to a shuttle, put coordinates into the shuttle’s computer, and handed Thelev a uniform to change into, along with orders to report to sickbay once he arrived. So here he was, on his way to that check in with only a faint idea of what he needed to be doing.
He stepped in the door to the sickbay and waited for someone to notice him (which might take a while, given his medical uniform).

Ensign Thelev th’Azoll

“You may notice some sensitivity for the next few days,” Amparo cautioned Ensign Tlirthe, a synthetic bioloigist (as they recently learned) who hobbled into Sickbay with a fracture tibia and sour grimace. “You’ll find the new tissue is especially prone to injury, so reduce stress on your ankle for at least 48hrs and report to Sickbay if you notice any unusual purpleness or pain. Simple enough?”

“Mmm…” grumbled Tlirthe, who seemed less concerned with her ankle than the half-analysed samples and PaDDs stacked haphazardly on her bench. The hallmark of a scientist, Amparo mused.

“Nurse Lazarewicz will be in touch about follow up,” Amparo lingered by the bulkhead separating reception from the main treatment ward, “I expect to hear the results of your protein analysis next week.”

Tlirthe appreciated their interest with the faintest of smiles and bade them farewell, soon disappearing behind medbay doors. Her departure alert them to the presence of an Andorian man who, judging by the off-blue decorating his collar, shared their profession. They were still fresh to the Leviathan and had yet to familiarise themself with the staff beyond basic rosters and record, but they did not recognise his face.

So, donning a smile, Amparo made a swift approach.

“Ensign,” they extended a calloused hand in greeting, “I apologise for the intrusion, but I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Doctor Álvaro-Byrd. Are you new to the Leviathan?”

— Dr Álvaro-Byrd
“Oh!” Thelev said as the doctor addressed him. “Yeah, I’m new here. I think I was supposed to check in here once I arrived? I’m kind of new to the whole Starfleet thing,” he admitted, his nervous smile partially masking the worries suffusing his mind. Was he doing this right? What if he was in the wrong place? Did he even belong here? He forced the thoughts to the back of his mind and asked “Could you possibly help me, doctor?”

Ensign th’Azoll

“Then you’re in the right place,” Amparo cracked an impish grin, “I happen to know the boss, personally. Why don’t you hop on a biobed and we can run a quick scan – see if everything checks out – then we can discuss duties, take a tour of the place, and all of that good stuff. Does that sound reasonable to you, Mr…?”

— Dr Álvaro-Byrd
“Thelev th’Azoll,” he clarified, complying with the request. “That seems like a sensible course of action.” He nodded and waited for the scan or further instructions.
Ens. th’Azoll
Bump!

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr Azoll.” Amparo reached for a medical tricorder on an adjacent tray, assessed its calibration, and detached the wand for a full-body scan.

(OOC: What do the scans reveal?)

The scans indicated that Thelev was overall fairly healthy for an 18-year old half-Andorian, except for phaser burns and other damaged tissue in his left antenna. Both antennae were much shorter than a typical full-blooded Andorian, only a couple of inches long, but appeared to have the same regenerative properties. He was additionally slightly malnourished, but not to a concerning degree.

“Your scans indicate malnutrition,” Amparo said after recording his results in his file and tucking the PaDD under their arm, “and I suspect it could be slowing your healing process. So, with your consent, I’d like to run a few more tests to determine what specific deficiencies you’re experiencing. Sound reasonable?”

“Tell me about yourself. Where are you from? What did you study at the Academy? Anything you want to share.”
— Amparo Álvaro-Byrd

“I actually didn’t go to the Academy,” Thelev stated. “I was taken from an Orion ship by the captain of the USS Madison and sent here with the uniform to change into. “I’d been a medic on that ship after learning basic medical procedures previously, and learned some more while I was acting in that role.” As he spoke, his eyes darted about, taking in and cataloguing the sickbay. “I was born on Lathys III, which is just outside the borders of the Federation, and learned to fly small ships in the system, in addition to my medical knowledge.”

Ens. th’Azoll

Amparo found it curious that Starfleet would enlist Thelev, a teenager from an Orion vessel, into service without training, acclimation time, or (at least) a thorough debriefing. Was Starfleet something he wanted? Was he given a choice? They knew the nature of Leviathan’s missions required resilient, unorthodox thinkers capable of tackling challenges most couldn’t conceive. So, they didn’t doubt he was qualified… but what specifically appealed to Starfleet concerned them. They made a mental note to spend a little more time with Thelev to see where he needed support.

“I shouldn’t have assumed,” they offered an apologetic smile. “Your experience with spacecraft and medicine is impressive and will undoubtedly prove essential. Before we talk about duties, I’d like to assess where your medical skills are, so I can best assign tasks that suit your expertise and goals.”

They wavered to consider the best approach given his split duties between sickbay and the helm, soon concluding it better to first assess where in the on-boarding process he was.

“Have you you met with our Executive Officer, Cmdr Vrenek, or our Counsellor, Dr Witley, yet?”

— Amparo Álvaro-Byrd