Posted by Crewman Jasper Jarvis (Cardiology and Surgery) in Side sim: Secondary Sickbay

Posted by Captain Willow Taylor (Commanding Officer) in Side sim: Secondary Sickbay

Posted by Crewman Jasper Jarvis (Cardiology and Surgery) in Side sim: Secondary Sickbay
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great…you. Willow thought as she watched the creep creeping forward. “Of course it’s you on duty,” She said and rolled her eyes. The nurse paused looking between the two. It was a dilemma for her, captain’s order of Doctors. She bit her lip and then withered under Jasper’s gaze. “Yes doctor…” she said waiting with an apologetic look at Willow.

The captain sighed but nodded. She regretted putting the woman in such a position. “ Doctor Jarvis, if you wouldn’t mind..” but she didn’t finish as a coughing fit took her again.

Willow Taylor
CO

“Not at all, Captain, ” Dr Jarivs replied, his tone eerily pleasant, “step right this way.” He motioned to put a hand on the woman’s lower back and shepherd her towards the nearest biobed. “That cough you have sounds quite nasty indeed.”

Dr J. Jarvis M.D

Willow scowled at him. A look somewhat diminished in terms of its authority given her present state. She shied away from Jasper’s touch but only succeeded in moving closer to the biobed he was trying to shepherd her to. Tired and resigned to the fact she had no other choice at 3am Willow pulled herself up to sit on the bed. It was soft and part of ger wanted nithing more than to lie down curl up and go to sleep. “Spare me the pleasantries. Just hurry this up.”

Willow Taylor
CO

Dr Jarvis was the type of person who drew great satisfaction and enjoyment from his work; so long as it was interesting. His time so far aboard the USS Ogawa had not been. And while he could probably diagnose tonight’s patient without even examining them, the identity of the individual would at least bring him some measure of enjoyment. To say the Captain had been hostile towards him since he had come aboard, would be akin to describing a drunk Klingon as mildly irritable. However, when it came to matters of a medical nature, all collar pips went out the window. In sickbay, the doctor was in charge.

“Is that a symptom you are displaying, Captain,” Dr Jarvis said in an almost humorous tone, if that was even possible. “As I cannot imagine a Star-Fleet Captain displaying such open hostility towards a member of their own crew under normal circumstances. Now, if you would lie down for me.”

Dr J. Jarvis M.D

Again, the red haired, flushed woman glared at him. “I’m pretty sure we could fill a book with all of the things you cannot imagine,” she muttered and then with a roll of her eyes did as he bid and stiffly lay back into the biobed. It was a mix of wanting this to be over and also how tired she felt that she complied. Yet, part of her (albeit a very small part) wondered if she had been perhaps too hostile to the unwelcome, unwanted, unscrupulous urchin that now hovered over her.

She tilted her head backwards, craning her neck to observe the biobed readings and pulled a disgusted face at what she saw. “Urgh.” Was he response.

Willow Taylor
CO

Dr Jarvis’ eyes too scanned the readings, confirming what he already knew about the Captain’s temperature; 101.2 degrees Fahrenheit. He also noted the lowered O2 stats and elevated respiration rate. No surprises there. If not properly treated, a pulmonary contusion could lead to a respiratory infection. As the red-haired woman had not bothered to do so, hers had done just that. He just had to figure out which one. However, while this could easily be done with a tricorder, he decided it would be far more amusing to take a leaf out of Dr Marshal’s book.

“Wait here, Captain, I’ll be back momentarily,” Dr Jarvis said as he strode away from the biobed.

Well where was she going to go? She thought in annoyance as he turned her head and watched him skulk off.

Crossing over to one of the cabinets, he rummaged around inside until he found the old fashioned stethoscope. Truth be told, Jasper had always felt more at home when using what would be considered archaic medical implants. During the civil war on Amarok III, when he was a young teenager, tricorders, laser scalpels and hyposprays had not been readily available, so they had been forced to use older tools. Surgeries had been bloody and occasionally bordered on barbarism. Still, when on Kronos and all that…

Walking back towards his waiting patient, Dr Jarvis said authoritatively, “sit forward and lift up your shirt, Captain.”

Dr J. Jarvis M.D

Willow had sat up slightly onto her elbows, it was more comfortable to breathe like this. She frowned at him and coughed slightly feeling her chest tighten. “Uhh…how about no you creep” she said. Not very professional but of course the fever was a wonderful excuse. “Use a tricorder like a normal person.”

Willow Taylor
CO