Posted by Lieutenant Commander Nathaniel Harrison (Chief Medical Officer) in Pre-Sim: Sickbay
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Looking at Nathaniel, Daye hoped her boss understood. She had no idea if he had kids or not. “Do you have kids and if so what do you do when one of them bites another one but it is not his fault,” Daye asked almost rhetorically.

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He looked on, rather nonplused… He had understood that Bruce was a reptile? or had he misunderstood? Confusion spread across his face for a moment before shaking it off. He assumed that with some experience all would become clear. It was apparent that she was determined to continue her duty shift though. He inwardly shrugged and turned back to the man he was examining, hiding the brief flash of pain in his eyes, his voice carefully nonchalant “I’m afraid I don’t. My former husband and I had considered it briefly, but our careers diverged and it never seemed quite the right time”

Doctor Nathaniel Harrison (CMO)

“That happens. Captain Knight and I tried the marriage thing twice but once at the altar, he was pulled off due to a bloody skirmish war and the second time I had a medical issue that prevented me from showing up. Right now we are one to one so a third time will be a charm,” Daye grinned holding up her ring finger. “It is all about finding your happy and supporting your partner. Dante always wanted to be a captain and trying to chase him around the fleet got old fast. If we got married he would have had a hella time trying to get command. Combat and deep space exploration is the quickest routes so I settled on the outpost and we met up when we could. It wasn’t easy at times but if you really love your partner nothing comes between that. You give up your dreams at times to follow yours and at some other time they do the same.” Closing her scanner she took a seat on the bench now that all her men were taken care of.

Lt. Natasha Daye medical

His tricorder paused momentarily at her words. He remembered all the arguments they’d had over subspace, all the screaming fits and rages, the passive-aggressive notes and pointedly returned gifts. He’d spent a great deal of time in the last couple of months wondering if he had given it all the effort that he should have, or if it were simply doomed because he found his work more fulfilling than his husband. He cleared his throat again, desperately trying not to shake his head to clear his blurring vision. He finished his final examination and returned his tricorder to the work station, his hand slapping the probe back into its housing perhaps a little more heavily than it needed to. His voice was deliberately light though “Relationships can try the patience of a saint.” He turned to the senior security officer, the consumate professional returning to his tone “You and your men are in outstanding shape, Mister. Do feel free to drop by with any stubbed toes or strained groins though.” The last, he followed up with a less than professional leering grin before gesturing to Daye “Shall we continue, Doctor?”

Harrison (CMO)

Daye opened her mouth to speak and then closed it slightly. Flipping the tricorder open Daye immediately began to scan the CMO. As a doctor, you memorized several acronyms: CPR, BMP, NPO and FAST. Face Drooping, Arm weakness, Slurring of speech, and Time to call 911. Since she was the 911 of the ship she just needed to figure out the details of the situation and work to fix it. “Do you have any nausea, stomach pain? How is your vision? Are you having trouble seeing in one or both eyes,”
Natasha began to triage him speaking a bit slower and articulating each word slowly as the machine processed the information from his body. He had the soft signs of a Transient Ischemic Attack. Daye could have kicked herself for not seeing them earlier. He has tried to lean back in his seat but misjudged the distance hitting the replicator and being knocked forward again. This semi-loss of balance was also just demonstrated as he slapped the tricorder into the holder. Immediately after that confusion had set in. The man did not use gloves and anyone with any medical knowledge knew that universal precautions were key in medicine. He deliberately did not wear them which had the possible implication of spreading any contaminants from his hand to the plethora of patients he just examined. This coupled with the way his mouth seemed to be dropping on one side showed the possibility of a palsy setting in. =/\=Sir we have a possible medical emergency in the gym. The CMO has the soft signs of a transient Ischemic attack. I am scanning him now,=/\= Daye informed the Captain. This was all she needed. To have the CMO stroke out ten minutes on the ship.

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OOC: That’s not really where I was going with this. His vison was blurred because he’s upset about his recent divorce and hiding his feelings with affirmative actions, like slapping the probe back into the tricorder. The only place in 24th century trek we’ve ever seen gloves used is in surgery. If you fancy re-writing this one, I’m happy to speed-bump over it :P

Andy

He spun on her as she began speaking to him as though addressing a child. He batted her tricorder away as she stalked towards him, his eyebrows raising, first in surprise, and finally in irritation and indignation as she contacted the Captain. His voice rose in incredulity “What in the name of the First Mother are you jabbering on about, Doctor Daye? There’s not a thing wrong with me!” He tapped his own commbadge, intercepting her signal =^= Harrison to Captain Knight, I can assure you, I am quite well, although I am most certainly beginning to wonder if the same cannot be said of Doctor Daye. I’ll have a report for you shortly, Harrison out. =^= He tapped his commbadge again to close the channel before addressing Daye once more, his hands firmly on hips “Now, Doctor, would you care to offer an explanation for this silliness?”

Harrison (CMO)

“Would you care to offer an explanation then of that look you were giving to the crewman you were treating, Commander? It was less than professional and you did not get to be a chief medical officer leering at your patients. There is not one person looking at your credentials that can’t see you are almost overqualified for this job. You are a brilliant doctor and widely respected for your research. The Saracen is lucky to have you as the CMO yet your behavior and comment about strained groins was inappropriate at best. I had to make a choice on what was causing your less than professional behavior. Frankly, Sir, I was hoping it was something physical that was causing it and not what I or the crew can expect on a daily basis from a superior officer,” Daye said in a calm and respectful tone answering the CMO’s question. The man outranked her. If she had the rank he held, her words might have been more firey and definitely containing more colorful metaphors but until she was sporting the same number of shiny pips on her collar, like it or not, in public she would give him the respect his rank deserved. That is why the tone or volume of her voice did not increase but remained neutral. That didn’t mean, however, she could not present the facts as she saw them once he asked her. She waited patiently for Nathaniel to either dismiss her or reply.

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His eyebrows drew together in consternation. He had spent some years developing a complementary and lighthearted bedside manner, yet this particularly rambunctious upstart seemingly felt the need to perpetuate a rather odd brand of drama. His voice took on the edge of a crisp snap “If I want your evaluation of my performance, Lieutenant, I will give it to you. You have neither the skillset, nor the experience to offer a critique of my capabilities as a physician. If your particular attitude leads to junk diagnoses so readily, I would strongly suggest you leave it in your quarters. Dismissed.” Thoroughly irritated, he turned on his heels and made his way stiffly back to Sickbay to continue his rounds.

Harrison (CMO)

And now I have all I need to know about you, Daye said to herself wearing the same neutral expression. “Yes Sir,” she said politely giving him the professional respect that apparently he never learned at the academy. Turning around she walked out of the gym. There were plenty of spaces on the Saracen to avoid him on the off hours. In sick bay she was there to work and not socialize. She would bide her time until something came along that suited his sense of professional superiority better than that of a CMO of a starship. He would leave and someone else would take his place. That was the way of Starfleet.

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