Bedside Manner

Posted on Thu Jan 30th, 2020 @ 9:46am by Lieutenant Commander Feyd Relor
Edited on on Thu Jan 30th, 2020 @ 9:46am

Mission: Coming Aboard
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: Current

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Jefferson causing trouble I see...Grass Fed Beef...lol

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[[Sickbay]]

Feyd was reviewing the applications for position on his medical staff, stopping to scan one in particular. The man was a Procideniologist according to his resume. Feyd scratched his head. Prodideniologist, what the hell was that? He had to ask the ship's computer.

"Computer, what is a Procideniologist?"

"Working..." the computer replied in a what sounded to Feyd like a man with a Scottish brogue. "Procideniologist - a medical professional specializing in physical trauma sustained from falling from high places." Feyd frowned. Falling from high places...in space? He considered that for a moment. How often had he treated injuries from a fall from a ladder in Engineering, or the like. He nodded to himself. Hmmm might be useful. He added it to the stack of 'maybes'.

Next we reviewed the dossier for one Natasha Grimm, nurse. She'd seen some action, specialized as a Corpsman. Definitely could come in handy, particularly for Away Missions. He put her on the maybe pile as well.

The doors to Sickbay swished open and a ruffled looking fellow stumbled in to Sickbay, a wild look in his eyes.

Feyd exited his office and approached the man as he kind of slumped onto a bio bed.

"What seems to be the problem." He asked, non-chalantly.

"I've been burned." He croaked, ginger rolling up his sleeve to show the doctor the slightly pink skin beneath. "I can still feel the skin cooking...this is agony. I've never felt pain like it."

"Then you have led a singularly uneventful life." Feyd replied, reaching for the dermal regenerator. He hated to spare the battery power but duty was duty.

"Wh...what?" The man asked, surprised at the lack of sympathy.

"How have you managed to survive to adult hood if you've never had a burn. This is a waste of my time and ship's resources. Suck it up and act like a man." Feyd said, as he ran the device over the man's arm.

"There you go soldier. Now get back to work." Feyd said, walking back into his office.

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Lieutenant Commander Feyd Relor
Chief Medical Officer
USS Independence