Posted by Lieutenant Commander Llakar Harel (Chief of Operations) in Sickbay - Boarding Physical

Posted by Lieutenant Allison Scott (CMO) in Sickbay - Boarding Physical

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Llakar Harel (Chief of Operations) in Sickbay - Boarding Physical
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Sickbay was quiet when he arrived—just the soft hum of bio-monitors and the faint antiseptic scent that never seemed to fully dissipate, no matter the decade or the deck plating.

He stepped inside and gave a short nod to the nurse behind the reception console. “Lieutenant Commander Llakar Harel. Reporting for my onboarding physical.”

He didn’t bother to mask the faint weariness in his voice. Not exhaustion, exactly—just the weight of too many years in too many starship sickbays, saying the same thing to strangers in white coats.

The nurse tapped something into a PaDD and gestured toward one of the biobeds. “Right over there, sir. The doctor will be with you shortly.”

He moved to the indicated bed and sat, posture straight, eyes flicking briefly to the readouts before settling forward again. He clasped his hands loosely in his lap.

“Not that I’m not thrilled to be here,” he murmured to no one in particular, “but if I never had to explain my entire trauma history to a new physician again, I wouldn’t complain.”

-Lt. Cmdr. Harel
Chief of Operations

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OOC: Sorry. I was out on vacation the past two weeks but I am back. ~ Kate

Lt. Commander Harel ○●●
Chief of Operations
U.S.S. Saracen

“Well then don’t,” a voice said followed by a crunching sound. Ally chewed the bite of apple before introducing herself. “I’m Ally Scott. I see you are here for a check in,” she replied looking at the PaDD in her hand. “I am going to assume all the things interesting to doctors like your vitals are documented here. I can review them and if I have any pressing questions I can reach out. What if we start with the stuff you want me to know about you?” Over the years medical files became fat with facts. Every cut, scrape or broken bone was logged meticulously in the notes. Patients however often had things they valued as part of their information. This was what Ally initially cared most about. It gave her a lot of insight as to the type of patient the officer would be.

Ally Scott CMO

Harel’s brow lifted slightly—not in surprise at the question, but at the directness behind it.

“That’s a first,” he said, a faint thread of dry humor in his tone. “Usually it’s the other way around—charts first, personal context if there’s time.”

He considered for a moment, gaze drifting briefly toward the neat rows of instruments along the bulkhead before returning to her.

“I recover quickly. I follow instructions. I don’t come to sickbay unless I have to, and if I’m here, I won’t waste your time.”

There was no edge to the words—just matter-of-fact delivery.

“As for what I want you to know…” He paused, as if weighing whether to add more. “I’m cleared for duty. But if you ever see something in my scans you can’t immediately place—neurological activity, irregular stress markers—it’s probably a byproduct of my last posting. An encounter with a sentient anomaly left some… traces. Starfleet Medical has the details.”

He let that settle, then added with quiet certainty, “I’m functional. You don’t need to handle me like I’m not.”

Lt. Commander Harel ○●●
Chief of Operations
U.S.S. Saracen

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Ally ran the tricorder just as a matter of protocol. While she had little to no doubt Harel was cleared for duty, that did not mean things didn’t pop up from time to time. Since he did mention a few symptoms, she would check on those to get baseline readings also.

Ally Scott CMO

OOC: What did the tricorder find? ~ Kate

The hum of the tricorder filled the space between them, a soft counterpoint to the crisp bite of apple from Scott’s hand. Harel sat as if the biobed were another kind of duty station—still, composed, his shoulders set with quiet ease. His gaze remained level, not flinching from the sweep of the device as it passed over him.

The display flickered with lines of data, each one crisp and predictable at first glance:

Heart rate steady at sixty-one beats per minute.

Respiration controlled—low, almost meditative.

Blood pressure unremarkable, oxygen saturation nearly perfect.

Beneath those broad strokes, more details settled into place: healed fractures logged in the radius and clavicle, dermal scarring minimal, musculature showing the faint wear of recent exercise. All of it consistent with someone who lived in his body as deliberately as he lived in his duty.

The neurological pane glowed a moment longer, its readouts registering the faintest irregularity—a subtle shift in theta and delta bands, an echo of the anomaly he had warned her about. Non-disruptive, quiet, but there.

Endocrine markers told their own story: cortisol modestly raised, adrenaline baseline, recovery curves that flattened quickly after exertion. A man with stress under his skin but balanced, honed to function through it.

Harel gave no sign of concern as the readings scrolled past—only the same steady composure. If anything, his stillness suggested familiarity, as though he had long since stopped waiting for the other shoe to drop.

When the scan concluded, his eyes flicked toward Scott, one brow lifting in silent acknowledgment. Whatever the tricorder revealed, he already knew what it would say: fit for duty. Functional. Whole enough to keep moving forward.

Lt. Commander Harel ○●●
Chief of Operations
U.S.S. Saracen

Ally looked at the scans and then jotted some notes down between bites of her apple. “Well you have some readings in the delta and theta bands of your neuroactivity but nothing to be concerned about. I’ll make a note of them as your baseline and we can just monitor it from here on out. If you have any issues just come by and we can look at some deeper tests but for now you are cleared for duty. Welcome aboard Commander.”

Ally Scott CMO

Harel inclined his head, the acknowledgment subtle but sincere.

“Thank you, Doctor,” he said, rising smoothly from the biobed. “I’ll keep you informed if anything shifts—but I suspect we’ll both prefer if my next visit is routine.”

“I love it when people just stop in to say hi and not hi as they drop a broken bone on my biobed,” she chuckled.

There was the faintest flicker of dry humor at the corner of his mouth—gone as quickly as it came, replaced once more by the composed steadiness that defined him.

“Either way, it’s good to know you’ll be the one reading the scans. I’ll see you on the decks.”

With that, he gave a short, respectful nod and made for the doors, already pulling his posture back into the rhythm of duty.

Lt. Commander Harel ○●●
Chief of Operations
U.S.S. Saracen

“Don’t be a stranger,” she said finishing up the last bit of her paperwork before signing it with a flourish and tossing the apple into a trashcan.

Ally Scott CMO