Posted by Lieutenant Mthunzi Nkosenye (Chief Intelligence Liaison Officer) in PreSim - Sickbay - An Apple A Day Doesn’t Mean You Skip Check Ins (Tag CMO)

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Haadok (Chief Medical Officer) in PreSim - Sickbay - An Apple A Day Doesn’t Mean You Skip Check Ins (Tag CMO)

Posted by Lieutenant Mthunzi Nkosenye (Chief Intelligence Liaison Officer) in PreSim - Sickbay - An Apple A Day Doesn’t Mean You Skip Check Ins (Tag CMO)
Posted by… suppressed (1) by the Post Ghost! 👻
The doors to sickbay swished open and a towering, ebony-skinned figure entered the space. It was 0700 in the morning exactly, and the Yeoman had informed the Chief Intelligence Liaison that he had to report for his physical at that time. He moved to nearest medical staff and looked down and said in his rolling-thunder-like voice “Lieutenant Mthunzi Nkosenye. I believe I have an appointment for a physical.”

Nkosenye, CIO

A stout, mouse-haired man adorned in medical blues peeled his attention from the PaDD he examined. He hesitated when Nkosenye’s looming shadow touched his fingers but quickly armed himself with a smile and cheery tone. “Ah! Welcome aboard, Lieutenant Nkosenye,” he smiled, “I’m Nurse Orav.”

The large man said nothing, he simply nodded once.

Orav traced a finger down the list of names and appointments until he landed on Nkosenye. “Looks like you’re scheduled for 0700. If you’ll follow me,” he jabbed the device at the examination area, “we’ll get you situated.”

Silently, the Zulu followed behind the nurse; dark eyes flicking back and forth and taking in detail after detail.

“Have a seat,” he shot Mthunzi another of his smiles and snagged a tricorder from the bedside table. Satisfied it was calibrated for a human, Orav set it aside for the doc and glanced at the man. “Beyond your physical, do you have any concerns?”

— NE Orav

“No, I do not. Thank you.” came a rumble of a voice, heavily accented and with the deeb bass of far off thunder.

Nkosenye, CIO

“O…kay,” Orav stifled a nervous sigh and nodded. “Sit tight. I’ll go fetch the Doc for you.” Quicker than he came, the stout nurse ducked and disappeared into sickbay with a distant ‘Hey Doc! Patient on 3!’ echoing behind him.

Haadok emerged moments later, an imperceptible expression on her face, but a trace of humanity submerged in her dark eyes. “Lieutenant Nkosenye?” She wandered over and bowed. If she was at all taken aback by his staggering figure and ceremonial scarring, it didn’t show. “Doctor Haadok, ship’s physician.”

“Your medical profile was remarkably uneventful,” Haadok observed and snagged a tricorder from the bedside table. “How are you feeling today?”

– Haadok, D.O.