Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Nikki Brako (Chief of Operations) in Infirmary - Check In

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Nikki Brako (Chief of Operations) in Infirmary - Check In

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Nikki Brako (Chief of Operations) in Infirmary - Check In
Nikki took the stairs. The infirmary, being off the promenade, was not far and he wanted to avoid the lift. Partly he didn’t like lifts and partly that he wanted to nose around as much as he could on this station to get to know it. It wasn’t as ‘old’ as he thought and thought he saw from the outside but it had this strange ‘something borrowed, something blue’ feel to it, like a dancer that just wasn’t in synch with the rest of the team. He’d woken up with his shoulder aching and figured that was time enough to get his physical over with. Was there a good massage joint on the promenade?

Entering the infirmary his nose crinkled. No matter how good (or bad) the air filters were hospitals still smelled like hospitals. He didn’t like them. Another thing he didn’t like but that was for a different reason than lifts. His gran had died in one. There were many sensory smells that gave Nikki a boost - the smell of a rainforest, or a good cigar, or a woman - but this was never a good one. Moving to the reception, Nikki said to the kid behind the counter. “Brako. Not scheduled but wonderin if I could get me physical in now.” He had left his cigar behind again. Now he found he missed it.
- Brako, OPS

OOC: Bump x2 .. Gene

OCC: Hey you. I am going to check you in but mouse will take over. I have made such a fuss about how happy I am you are here but have completely ignored you. I am about to fix that :) ~Kate

IC:

“Cassandra Carr. On schedule and wondering if you want to the 2 hour physical or the in and out special in under 10 minutes,” a perky red-head said lifting her face up to look in his eyes hearing his request. Parker was new to the station and still getting to know the crew. Lucky for her the man in sickbay was brand spanking new to the station like her.

“I am the jack of all trades but medical master of none,” she extended her hand up as if reaching for help instead of extending a greeting. The man before her was huge but that was how most of the Federation boys were. At 5‘4” however most men towered above her. It also didn’t help she was sitting at a desk causing her to tilt her head back some to make eye contact.

Tapping his name into the console in front of her, Cassie brought up his record. It was going to take more than a passing glance with this guy to get his handle on his medical history but she was looking for one key thing: Funny or flight status. While not a doctor, Cassie had learned there were to versions of people that entered sickbay willingly. There were the happy go lucky or the ones who would rather face imminent death by decompression. She wasn’t sure based on his charts but the brusque greeting made her lean towards the idea that if she asked how he was doing today the response might be something like ‘lady if I had a choice between being assimilated by the Borg and coming out with ten bionic attachments or sitting down on one of your beds I would pick the Borg every time.’

Standing up she grabbed two things: a medical check in PaDD and her trusted lollipop canister. Years ago she worked under a doctor who gave her the best medical advice ever. Carry lollipops because they could be used to break the ice or stop someone from complaining the entire session. Motioning for Brako to follow her Cassie walked towards a medical bed.

“So what’s your poison? Cherry, strawberry, grape or lime,” she asked holding the jar out to the side of her body.

Cassie Carr medical receptionist extraordiniare.