So when was your last Physical?

Posted on Mon Jun 1st, 2015 @ 10:27pm by Lieutenant Commander Anders Odegaard & Lieutenant Nicolette De La Croix

Mission: Prelude to War
Location: Sickbay, USS Manoora

Anders had been exploring various parts of the Akira Class Starship and was on the same Deck as Sickbay. He figured it would be a good time to see Sickbay just on the off chance he may have to go there.

He walked through the doors of the Sickbay and looked around, it was clear that even they were unprepared for the recent orders as a sea of faces seemed to be rushing around the room.

The general disorder seemed to revolve around a small knot of people clustering around a doctor, who was trying to give direction with a few more trailing up every few seconds. Finally the doctor held up both hands and snapped her fingers. "HEY! Attention to me. I know that mos of you just arrived. There's settling to do, unpacking to do- but first off, our responsibility lies here. Mission change, priority shift: roll with the punches. Take ten to familiarize yourself with the layout and the stock as it's been laid out thus far, then take a look at the to do list on the data slate by the door to the surgical suite. Initial next to the job on pick up and then again on completion."

"If you have questions, come to Catherine or I. Otherwise get to it people. The sooner it's done right, the sooner we all get a moment to breathe. Let's move!" With that, the crowd dispersed, leaving the mildly irritated doctor to rub at her forehead for a moment before noticing the man standing just inside the arch to sickbay. Her irritation was quickly pushed aside. "How can I help you?"

Anders shook his head. "I'm just having a look around, familiarising myself with the Ship Layout and so that I know where everything is." He said with a smile. "If I'm honest everything has happened so quickly."

"That it has," she agreed, closing the distance between them in a few long strides. "And you are.."

"Lieutenant Anders Odegaard, Chief Intelligence Officer," He said extending his hand and smiling politely at her. "Though you could say I'm just as lost as half the people on this Ship."

"Doctor Nicolette De La Croix.." the woman said as she shook his hand heartily. "It'll take some time to settle in Always does. Hopefully we'll be graced with the time to do so before we're brought into the thick of it."

Anders nodded. "Time is unpredictable these days Doctor, but luckily I am as optimistic as you are." He said to her, knowing that the unpredictability of the current Political climate could not be determined so early.

"I'm glad that you agree that time is a delicate issue. Now I won't have to twist your arm about doing your physical while you're here instead of adding you to the mass send list of requests later on this evening." The doctor gestured with a flourish further on towards the rows of biobeds beyond sickbay's antechamber. "I'll even let you pick a bed. It's your lucky day."

Anders did not argue or disagree as he hopped onto the bed closest to him. "No complaints from me Doctor De La Croix." He smiled at her. "It makes your job easier I guess."

"Fantastic. I love it when people are agreeable. Saves me shoe leather from trying to stand on their feet if they say no," Nica chuckled as she dug a scanner out of her pocket. "Since I haven't read your medical jacket yet, clue me in. Any allergies, past illnesses or injuries of note, roundabout date of your last physical, other surprises that I might need to know about.."

Anders thought about for a second. "No known Allergies that I can speak of, a few old cuts and scratches from previous Assignments and I once had a bout of Saurian Measles." He said trying his best to round off as much as he could. "Last physical? I honestly couldn't tell you."

"Really.." the doctor said with a cluck of her tongue and a shake of her head. "Just so you know- that doesn't fly on a ship that I'm on. If I have trouble getting a hold of you, I'll drop by for a check in rather than let you go too long on inoculations and scans. Starfleet isn't too keen on training up officers to lose them to backwater bugs- then there's me.. I'm just a sore loser about losing anyone. Take a deep breath and let me get a good baseline on you really quick.."

Anders nodded. "You are the boss." He said before taking a deep breath and allowing her to do whatever work she needed to do. "Though given my Job Description a routine physical isn't on the top of the list."

"I imagine not. For most crew a physical is the absolute last thing on their list of interesting or important things to do on a day. I'm just impressing upon you that this helps me help you- and that the last thing you want me doing is tracking you down in some turbolift to update your shots records. It's strange, you know.. Awkward for conversations.. Weirds out the ladies.. It's just best for you to pop in here and there since you have a pushy CMO. By the way, your iron count is just a tad low. Compensate with diet. More greens, beets, red meat: you know what I'm talking about. Now," Nicolette drifted over to a console long enough to call up him records, add a few notes and cross-check some data. "I'm not saying that I'm the boss by the way, perhaps bossy. Definitely pushy. Cranky at times even." She loaded a hypospray. "But so far this is going well."

The Lieutenant nodded as he followed her instructions. "Dare I ask how many people find it weird? Because I assume you take passion in your work?" He asked, his Norwegian accent very prominent.

Nica smiled at the question. She'd done her fair share of ship running after people that were too busy to show up, but there were a few cases of purposeful avoidance. "On my last ship, quite a few. The security chief had a sense of humor and would time me on how long it took to catch a few of his more creative crew if we were in a long lull between missions. And once I had a very stalwart klingon officer who was terrified of needles. But for the most part I find that if I keep talking through a physical my more nervous crew tend to get through it without realizing that we were all done."

"Good bedside manner." The Intelligence Officer smiled. "De la Croix? French?" He asked trying to make conversation himself between her instruments.

"Why thank you. Et oui il est. Parlez-vous français, lieutenant? French wasn't spoken on the colony that I grew up on. I learned that while in Starfleet. Neither was the root of your accent- which I'm trying to place.." Pausing for a meoment before checking his eyes, Nicolette took a step back and studied his face. "I've heard Dutch. It's not Dutch. I had an orderly who was Dutch. He had a very similar nose.."

Anders smiled. "Je suis désolé, je ne parle que d'un peu de français." He chuckled at the prospect of the Languages he knew and French was not his best. "Norwegian to save your pretty self from guessing incorrectly."

"That's a new one for me. I'd tell you that it's pretty, but I'll spare your masculinity today." Nica stepped back again and peered at his face, turned his chin to the side a bit, touched briefly at the joint for the jaw then went back to her notes. "Your jaw is a little tight on the right side. Could be tension from everything going crazy in the last few days, changes in pressure, an old wound flaring up: just let me know if it bothers you when you chew or you find that you're grinding your teeth a lot. Otherwise I think you're all set. Your scans are good, your parts all work, you're up to date on shots and it doesn't look like you're due for anything else.."

"Thank you very much Doctor." Anders smiled politely now the his Physical was over and done with. "You have been most helpful." He said in a jolly tone of voice.

The doctor gave a mock bow, smiling as she did so. "You're quite welcome, lieutenant. Welcome to the ship."

Anders hopped off the Bed and grinned. "Now as much as I would like to stay here and chat I must see how my Staff are settling in." He then picked up his PADD and looked around. "I shall see you around Miss De la Croix."

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Lt. Anders Odegaard

CIO, USS Manoora

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Lt. Nicolette De La Croix
CMO, USS Manoora