Posted by Ensign Sharah Fayth (Doctor) in Sickbay/CMO Ensgin Sharah Fayth Reporting for Duty

Posted by Ensign Sharah Fayth (Doctor) in Sickbay/CMO Ensgin Sharah Fayth Reporting for Duty
Sharah took a deep breath and walked into sickbay. She nodded to a nurse. “Ensign Fayth reporting for duty and onboarding physical. I brought in the medical records last night when the shuttle arrived.” Sharah is short, 5’2”, with blue black hair that curls and bounces with the slightest movement. It is the bane of her daily routine. She has all black eyes, the mark of her Betazoid heritage. She entered sickbay, instinctively feeling the presence of those around her. While she waited for the doctor she took the time to feel the mental rhythm of the room and then surf above it. It wouldn’t stop her from hearing the thoughts and feelings of others, but it would allow her to ignore what they said. She continued to look around sickbay. The base layout was just like Challenger but some things appeared to be in different places, probably to accommodate the types of medical proceedures performed most often. With her she had a PaDD with her transfer orders as well as her research she had conducted on the Challenger. She was hoping to get permission to continue her research and possibly have a portion of the arboretum designated for growing plants for her research. She’s be quite happy to take over there as well, since her brief glance at the personnel told her there was not a botanist on board. On her off hours of course. Her medical duties would come first. The NE motioned her towards a biobed. Sharah hoped up onto it, took a deep breath. She had to go over her condition and medical history, again, but this time she wasn’t as stressed over it as she had been the last time she had an onboarding physical.

OOC: Whoops got too excited forgot my signature
Ensign Fayth, Doctor

The “nurse” was, in actuality, an Andorian man of about fifty years. The only feelings emanating from him were calm confidence, and what might have been boredom. Any other senses she might try to get from him with her inborn psionic abilities wouldn’t turn up much. He wasn’t more than five or six inches taller than Fayth, and was thin, with snowy white hair cut to a regulation length, brown eyes, and sky blue skin. His demeanor was a bit dour, and he moved with a limping step, using an ebony cane to assist him. Also, in actuality, there was no other medical staff present. Once she was on the bio-bed, the Andorian began to scan Fayth with a medical tricorder and it’s attachment. His antennae seemed to quest to and fro as he did this, though he did not look at her.

“Don’t worry about your medical file, I’ve already read it. The transfer orders too. We’ll take care of the filing later.” Now that he was standing by her side, beginning to run a scan, she might notice his rank insignia. His tone was a bit gruff, but not unkind. The Andorian Doctor also moved around the bio-bed with remarkable speed and grace for someone with a cane and a limp, often hanging the cane on the edge of the bed to utilize both hands for his scans. After another moment, he was finished. Curtly, he plugged the scanner back into the tricorder and placed the tool in his coat pocket. Then he stepped back half a pace and leaned on his cane and looked at her long and hard, his antennae curling back and forth as if they were taking a reading of some kind.

“Do you have any combat experience, Doctor Fayth?” He asked, “Trauma Care, Emergency Triage?”

-Zarath, CMO