Posted by Ensign Rand Farquharson (Yeoman First Class) in Sickbay - Summoning Captain Rogers

Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Haadok (Chief Medical Officer) in Sickbay - Summoning Captain Rogers
“Computer,” Haadok ducked into her office, “dim lights by 10%.”

Morning crept through Sickbay earlier than Haadok anticipated, leaving her to scramble through her reports in time for the Gamma-Alpha handoff. Though she sauntered into Sickbay without a second to spare, it seemed every medic and physician demanded a moment of her time. Doctor Byrd requested consultation on a Caitian presenting with severe dandruff and a sourer attitude. Fleeting questions about supply inventory, treatment options and drugs had Haadok whipping her head like an early 2000’s rockstar. And several nurses expressed disdain for some officers’ skilful evasion of annual physicals. Half an hour passed before the fatigued frenzy retreated to their respective quarters, and Haadok was left to consider the encyclopedia of knowledge they afforded.

We need a better system, Haadok mused as she poured herself a mug of black coffee and settled into her chair. Briefly, she mulled over the obstacles presented by Gamma Shift. Organisation. Effective communication. Adherence to and enforcement of protocol. Each was a product of the culture and natural discord of Gamma Shift. But, Haadok recognised there were ways to improve. Given any improvement required an assembly of now-resting Gamma Shift crew, Haadok resolved to help with a manageable problem: physicals.

Haadok sipped at her coffee and typed into her PaDD a string of simple commands. Instantly, a list of crew who avoided or were not yet scheduled for check-ins developed across the screen. Who shall I… A flicker of annoyance passed through her eyes when she realised several of Sentinel’s DHs and Command Staff rested at the top of her list. Sure, she’d served under several commanders with an affinity for dodging physicians, but it was no less bothersome each time. At least it provided a veritable starting point.

Stifling a sigh, Haadok leaned to the comm button and pressed her thumb to its face. “Haadok to Captain Rogers,” she began, “please stop by Sickbay at your earliest convience.”

— Haadok, CMO

This early in the morning Rand was making rounds to collect the morning reports. She didn’t have to do this, they could be submitted and then returned if there was an issue. This was a small way she could help avoid all that and let the departments get on with their day. She stepped into Sickbay, right after the commotion and Nurse Shrine was waiting for her as always. But hearing the CMO, Dr. Haadok, call for Rogers, Rand piped up, “If this is about her physical, I will clear her schedule to make time. If it’s not about her physical I will clear her schedule anyway.”

Yeoman Rand

Haadok hadn’t lifted her thumb from the comm panel before a curious proposition met her ears. Piqued, she turned and beheld Nurse Shrine and the young, fiery-haired woman she assumed to be one Yeoman Rand.

“Physical,” she affirmed in her swift approach. “Though I suspect the slightest utterance of the word motivates anyone to play ‘catch-up’ on paperwork.” A grimace crept into her tone but refused to touch her lips. “Apologies,” she dismissed brief tangent with a bow, “I’m Doctor Haadok. You must be Ensign Rand?” She posed the question slowly, attempting to dodge the inevitable fate that was misassigning another person’s name.

— Haadok, CMO (who’s not the best with names)