Posted by Lieutenant Rosalinda Maria García (CMO/CNS) in Medical & Physc Eval

Posted by Petty Officer Zekk, Son of Quork (Operations Specialist/Helm) in Medical & Physc Eval

Posted by Lieutenant Rosalinda Maria García (CMO/CNS) in Medical & Physc Eval
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Zekk, fresh from settling into his room which involved counting, double counting and storing his… personal belongings which just so also happened to consist of 1 bar, 100 strips and 309 slips of latinum. Made his was to medical to have his examination. He hoped that like many starfleet medical professionals this one would be a feeemale who didn’t know Ferengi and could convince her too check his lobes. He entered the sick bay… it was small but so was the ship and scanned the room. “Hallo?”

Petty Officer Zekk, Son of Quork
Operations Specialist/Helm
USS Wolverine

“One moment please,” Rosa said, her back turned toward the door. From where Zekk was standing, the only thing he could see was her long, slightly grey hair flowing down the back of her Star Fleet uniform, a dress variant often worn by female nurses. A biobed hid the rest of her from the hips down at first. Then in a hurried yet graceful motion she turned, carefully swished past the biobed toward the door. This motion revealing all at once both her cybernetic eye and prosthetic leg.

She smiled pleasantly enough as she checked PaDD for a name, “And you must be Mr… Zekk, Son of Quork?”

|Dr. García,
CMO/CNS|

“That is correct Dorc-tor” Zekk agreed, eyeing the chief medical officer who had taken him by surprise. He wondered how much all the prosthetics would cost, and if it improved her efficiency. He did however learn at the academy three things Starfleet found value in females beyond caring for their male counterparts, never asking their age and never asking how much they would cost. “You may call me Zekk Dorc-tor, my family while proud of me being in starfleet do rather me not so liberally spread their name about.”

Petty Officer Zekk, Son of Quork
Operations Specialist/Helm
USS Wolverine

“Very well, Mr.Zekk,” Rosa said, “Please have a seat and we can get started.”

She pointed out an available spot for him on an exam bed.

“Now, is there anything specific you need me to look into? Or are you generally doing well at the moment?”

|Dr. García,
CMO/CNS|

Zekk couldn’t help but wince slightly in pretend as he settled onto the exam bed, his various aches and pains making their presence known once again. His lobes, especially, throbbed uncomfortably, a constant reminder of the toll his years of service had taken on him… or so hed like everyone to think.

“Well, Dorc-tor,” Zekk began, forcing a strained smile despite the fake discomfort gnawing at him, “there are a few things I’d like you to check on. Firstly, my… lobes,” he hesitated, a flicker of pretend embarrassment crossing his features. “They’ve been feeling rather… tender lately. And perhaps you could take a look at my… joints too,” he added, gesturing vaguely toward his knees and elbows. “All those years of navigating the stars take their toll, you know? but mainly my lobes.”

Petty Officer Zekk, Son of Quork
Operations Specialist/Helm
USS Wolverine

“Oh!” Rosa exclaimed, her eyes growing a little wide. “Then hold on for one moment please-“

She rushed over to the nearest replicator and produced for herself a pair of examine gloves and a mask. She slipped them on and soon was once again back beside Zekk,

“So, tenderness in the lobes, joint pain,” she narrated as she typed the information into his file, “Exactly how long has this been going on for?”

Dr. García began a basic medical scan while waiting for Zekk to answer.

|Dr. García,
CMO/CNS|

As Rosa rushed to prepare herself, Zekk maintained his facade of discomfort, trying to appear as convincing as possible. “Oh, it’s been bothering me for a while now,” he replied, his voice tinged with feigned concern. “I’d say… about a week or so. It’s been progressively getting worse, especially the lobes.” As Rosa began the scan, Zekk winced theatrically as if experiencing discomfort from the examination. “Yes, just there,” he muttered, pointing to his earlobes with a slight grimace. “And the joints… well, they’ve been giving me trouble for a few months. It comes and goes, but lately, it’s been more persistent.”

He kept up the act, hoping Rosa would buy into his ruse and provide him with the relief he sought. Meanwhile, his mind raced, concocting excuses for his supposed ailments, weaving a web of deception to justify his desire for a lobe massage. After all, in Ferengi culture, the health of one’s lobes was paramount, and any opportunity for their care was not to be missed.

Petty Officer Zekk, Son of Quork
Operations Specialist/Helm
USS Wolverine

“I notice in your file, it does not mention a history of tympanic infections,” Rosa noted, “And sensitivity to even the scanning equipment, that is an unusual symptom. How often in the last few months have you received oo-mox? And from how many individuals?” She stood at the console, seemingly prepared to answer his answer directly into his notes.

|Dr. García,
CMO/CNS|

Zekk’s incredulity rang out in the room, his tone laced with disbelief. “DORKTOR!” he exclaimed, his voice tinged with astonishment. “How can you pose such a query to me? It’s akin to me inquiring of you HueMans about your procreation habits and tallying the count!” His mock injuries momentarily forgotten, he focused solely on the absurdity of the question, his Ferengi features contorted in a mixture of indignation and amusement.

Petty Officer Zekk, Son of Quork
Operations Specialist/Helm
USS Wolverine