Posted by Commander Brad Walker (Chief Of Staff/Second Officer) in Side Sim: Primary Medical Suite - Two Birds, One Stone.

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Isyme zh’Siaqir (Assistant Chief Medical Officer) in Side Sim: Primary Medical Suite - Two Birds, One Stone.

Posted by Commander Brad Walker (Chief Of Staff/Second Officer) in Side Sim: Primary Medical Suite - Two Birds, One Stone.
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“Do I have to?” Zahir pouted, plopping onto his bed with a sizable groan. “We just got here. Can’t the poking and prodding wait ‘til tomorrow?”

“Spare me the dramatics,” Siaqir teased, eyeing him through a nearby mirror. “Would you rather be ‘poked and prodded’ with me today,” she snagged a tie and worked to tame her wild curls into a bun, “or tomorrow? Alone.”

“You’d make me go alone?” Zahir lifted his head, raised his eyelids and afforded his mother a horrified stare. He earned a hum. “Nope!” He pressed his hands into the mattress and flung himself off the bed. “I would rather eat mouldy tuber root.” He wrinkled his nose.

“Then go get ready,” Siaqir playfully checked her watch, “because I’m leaving in five minutes with or without you.” She watched the colour drain out of his cheeks as he rushed off to find the stuffed redbat he’d neglected to his bag that morning. It was a wonder he’d survived the day without him. Shaking her head, Siaqir straightened her uniform and followed suit.

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It wasn’t long before the pair shuffled through the first set of doors and were promptly thwarted by the second’s refusal to part.

“Zhavey?” Zahir was practically raised in sickbay. He’d swung his feet by the edge of a biobed while his mother performed midnight inventories, watched as she scolded an Ensign for their carelessness, and tried to reach out while he was whisked away in a nurse’s arms at the first inkling of an emergency. But he’d never seen anything like this. “What’s going on?”

“It’s okay, Zahir.” Siaqir gently squeezed his hand. “The system’s just making sure we don’t have any space bugs or a sleepy virus that decided to hitch a ride on our clothes.” She tossed him a smile. “You’re fine. It won’t hurt you.”

“What if I had space bugs? Or worse- space worms?” He shot his mother a pointed look, eyeing bugging. “Would it hurt then?”

“I don’t think so-”

“You don’t think so?” Zahir fired back. “So I could walk in there with like a whole bunch of bugs and.. and you don’t think it would zap me or something?”

“Zee,” amusement glittered in Siaqir’s eyes. “I was kidding. The worst it would - probably - do is set off an alert.” Zahir’s whim for the dramatic didn’t allow for dull days.

“That’s comforting.” Zahir deadpanned, watched as the second set of doors finally peeled open, and observed his mother with a lazy eye. He narrowed one slightly, the other wide albeit tense, and took a step back. “You go first.” He cocked his head to doors. “Just to make sure.”

Siaqir stifled a sigh. She bent her elbows up, palms facing Zahir, and backed into Primary Sickbay. “See?” She extended a hand to Zee. “Harmless.”

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Scarred fingers immobilised by her son’s death-grip, Siaqir coaxed him into the reception area and moseyed up to the desk. “Excuse me?” Her voice rang free with a thick, almost glacial accent that didn’t quite fit the courtesy of her words. “Hi. My name is Isyme Siaqir, and this is my son Zahir; we’re here for a quick boarding physical if there’s time to spare.”

The Bajoran NE at the desk consulted his screen. “We have the space, if not the personnel checked in. I can call Dr. Walker if you’d like?”

“That’d be great,” Siaqir nodded. “Thank you.”

Siaqir appreciated the chaos of a new ship, so she afforded the option of a later appointment, trusting her son wouldn’t be opposed to evading his physical for a little longer. He was strangely… distrusting for the child of a physician. Siaqir blamed that on his chavan.

– Isyme zh’Siaqir, ACMO

NE Secre Tary

Isyme stepped back from the secretary and gestured her son to an open seat. “Do you want to sit?” Her question entertained a disgruntled ‘no.’ She returned a pointed look, titling her head away from the desk. “Then let’s stand over there,” she lifted a hand to a spot closer to them. Zee seemed happier to oblige this time, so the pair lingered several meters away to await Dr. Walker.

– Isyme zh’Siaqir, ACMO

It took a few minutes, but eventually Brad strolled into the reception area, looking around briefly before making a beeline for Isyme. “Dr. Siaqir?”

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

“Yes?” Isyme lifted her gaze from Zahir to the approaching doctor, her words tainted by the chuckle threatening to consume them. A flicker of latent recognition passed through her eyes. “You must be Dr. Walker,” she let the mirth fade to an echo and struck out a hand once he was close.

– Isyme zh’Siaqir, ACMO

“That’s me,” Brad said, taking her hand and giving it a perfunctory shake. “I’m going to go out on a limb and say you’re here for all the trappings of getting checked in?”

Cmdr. Dr. Brad Walker
Chief of Staff

“Aye,” Siaqir confirmed and returned a hearty shake. “Dr Walker,” she released his hand and gestured a smaller, mint-skinned boy to her side, “Zahir – my son.” Isyme’s words awarded Brad a crooked grin from Zahir, but he maintained his silence. Fortunately, the leisure sway of her antennae suggested this was normal. Or at least anticipated. “Where do you want to start, Doctor?”

– Isyme zh’Siaqir, ACMO