Posted by Ensign Oliver Pierce (Engineer) in Oliver Pierce, Boarding Medical Check-In

Posted by Lieutenant Commander Collin Harding (Chief Medical Officer) in Oliver Pierce, Boarding Medical Check-In

Posted by Ensign Oliver Pierce (Engineer) in Oliver Pierce, Boarding Medical Check-In
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Oliver scratched at his right hand a little as he walked toward sickbay. Truth was that it had been hurting a little lately, especially where the metal hand met his still organic wrist. Still, he felt fine enough. He’d grown accustomed to doctor’s offices, so sickbay didn’t seem like it was going to be too nerve wracking.

As he passed through the doors he looked around and called out, “Uh… Hello? I’m Ensign Pierce here for my medical check in.”

• Oliver Pierce, Ensign

As Pierce entered, a blue uniformed man with blond hair, tan skin, and a broad toothy smile was coming from the opposite end of the room. He looked up at the sound of the man’s voice.

“Ensign Pierce, eh?” he asked, crossing the space between them. “I’m Dr. Harding. I take it you’re new aboard. Welcome. Why don’t you get up on the biobed here, while I pull up your file. How was your journey to the Olympic?”

Harding, CMO

Oliver tried to maintain a convincing smile , “Well they put me on a shuttle so that… was fine. It was fine.” He sat on the biobed and waited patiently. He looked around the room a bit impressed. He’d been in his fair share of hospitals, but none quite so advanced as one on a starship. “This is a neat space you have. Uh, sir, I mean.”

Oliver Pierce, Ensign

“Shuttles and transporters are a common part of the job, I’m afraid,” Harding mused.

He had no aversion to either. His own career had started with the Starfleet Marines who often found themselves in less than ideal or safe settings and he’d enjoyed the adventure.

“How’s your health? Extended space travel can cause a bit of vertigo, nausea, and fuzziness for those not used to it. Even Starfleet officers. And your hand? Any challenges there recently?”

Harding, CMO

“A little bit on the vertigo, but that’s mostly, erm…” Oliver gestured to his head, trying to convey any kind of a coherent idea. “Up here. I’m really gonna be fine.” He slipped the glove off his prosthetic metal hand and began moving it, “My uh, my wrist has actually been aching. I think it may be the climate control on the ship. If the air pressure’s different than San Francisco, it can take a few days for the metal to adjust and settle.” He stretched it a bit, feeling an unpleasent feedback, “I don’t suppose you have anything for that, for the next few days, anyhow.”

Oliver Pierce (Eng)

Collin ran the peripheral sensor of his tricorder over Pierce’s wrist, “There does appear to be slight edema around your wrist. Like you said, perfectly normal considering the extent of your recent travel and your bodies adjustment to the artificial environment of the starship. I can give you a quick hypospray that should help reduce the swelling. Just be sure to move and flex your wrist periodically to encourage proper blood flow and if it gets to uncomfortable, it can help to raise your hand above your heart for a period of time.”

Collin loaded a vial into the butt of a hypospray and delivered the medication through Pierce’s skin, just below his wrist.

“Have you had a chance to make it down to Engineering yet? It must be exciting, on the verge of your first assignment.”

Harding, CMO

“No actually, I’m kind of nervous.” Oliver chuckled. He breathed a little easier as the hypospray took effect. “Any advise from a more seasoned officer to a new one?”

Oliver Pierce, Eng

Collin thought for a moment before a broad smile crossed his face, “Yes. You’re here for a reason. Don’t worry. Oh yeah, and your Chief isn’t the warm and fuzzy type, but he’s fair. You know what you’re doing. Show him that and you’ll be fine. As for our session here. You’re cleared for duty.”

Harding, CMO