Enlisted Medical Meeting

Posted on Mon Sep 12th, 2016 @ 9:55pm by

Mission: Bad Moon Rising
Location: Medical
Timeline: First Day of Duty

Sam was sitting on top of a bio bed going over paperwork. There was always a never ending stream of paperwork in medical, and she loved it. Most would say it was an odd thing to love, but Sam didn't care. She'd had a keen eye for paperwork as long as she could remember, and she'd greatly enjoyed putting it to good use in Starfleet.

To say he was nervous was an understatement as he returned to Sickbay. But he had orders and he needed to follow them. Plus, a small part of him really wanted to walk around and take a look at a medical center that seemed to be right at home on some of the newer bases. Plus, he doubted he'd even run into the CMO again, not as low as he was in the department. It was with that spirit that he tried to pep himself up as he walked through the doors, his hands gripping the straps on his pack. He had his PADD in a side pocket, easy to get to for when he needed it.

As he crossed the room, he shrugged out of the pack. He only saw one patient sitting on a bed. Reminding himself that being a corpsman in a medical facility was different than being a corpsman out in the field. "Hello, I'm Petty Officer Briggs, or just Briggs if you'd like," he said as he automatically looked for the patient's information. And wondered why her vital information wasn't displayed on the screen. "How are you today?"

Sam looked up and smiled. "Hello. I'm well, thank you." She answered politely. "I'm Sam Davis, lead Chief Petty Officer." She introduced herself. "Let me grab your file and get you signed in. Doctor Rose already cleared you, so that won't be a problem."

"Dr. Rose?" Briggs repeated, frowning. The blue collar and CPO rank insignia confirmed and, even if she were here for a psyche eval, rules said that they had to be monitored, but the bed didn't even appear to be activated for a patient. "He talk to ya 'bout me?"

"Hrrm? No." Sam answered. "I'm more of a glorified yeoman." Sam chuckled briefly. "I handle all the paperwork, you're the last file I entered is all." She unfolded herself and climbed off the bio bed. She stretched, showing off her tall, lean frame, then hunched just a tiny bit as she headed towards the nearest console. "So have you had a chance to settle in?" She asked, as she logged into the mainframe.

Well, least not ever'one's knows what a bumblin fool I made a'myself, yet. he thought to himself. "I just came 'board ship yes'erday, Chief. But got my quarter assignment and bunk space all figured out right quick. An' if'n ya can belief it, I'm back to bunkin with a bootie! Gonna be tough tryin ta get back to the habit a'bunkin with others 'gain. Been spendin' too much time spoiled with my own space. Though Lieutenant Doctor right, the chow herebouts pretty darn good. Least in the 'listed mess, don't know how they got it in the officer mess."

Sam had to concentrate to get through his accent, but she nodded appropriately. "That's good. At least you always have company." She stepped aside and let him access the console. "Well aboard corpsman." She smiled.

"Thank ya, Chief," he said, as he looked around the room again. "What ya want me to do when we ain't got patients?"

Sam looked surprised by the question. Her rank would normally denote her as somebody in charge, but it was an administrative rank, not a command rank. Sam was almost pathologically incapable of giving orders. "Ummm, I'm sure one of the nurses or doctors could use your help."

"Aye, Chief," he said, giving another look around. Didn't seem to be much of anything going on, at all. To the point where he was immediately wishing for an away mission or something where the waiting was fraught with possibilities of the need to use his skills. But, at the moment at least, medical had the air of everyone being on liberty. He shrugged. "Guess, I can find sumthin ta clean or organize."

"If you need anything just let me know." Sam offered with a smile.

Briggs looked at the floor as he rubbed his head. "Well, I was kinda wonderin' iffen ya don' mind tellin me where I might find cleanin' stuff?"

"Cleaning stuff? To clean what?" Sam asked, now curious.

"Well, the counters and beds, an maybe the heads iffen they need it and they usually do. A clean sickbay helps make it easier for people ta get well. Plus makes it a nicer place ta work iffen ya know it's clean and we don't get sick from it."

"Oh." Sam smiled. She liked that he didn't see himself above such things. "The orderlies keep the cleaning supplies over here. I'll show you."

"Thank ya, Chief," Briggs said as he followed her toward the cleaning supplies. Just as he reached them, however, an enlisted Marine came into Medical, debloused and appearing on the run.

"Excuse me, sirs," he said, in general as he looked around, but despite the evidence that he ran here, his breathing was barely above normal. "But I've been asked to have someone come down to the training room? We've got someone that's hurt his leg?"

Briggs turned to Davis, "Iffen it's okay, I can go take a look what's goin on?"

Sam nodded. "Of course. go." She urged gently. "It was nice to meet you." She offered politely.

"You too, Chief," Briggs said as he grabbed his bag and slung it onto his back while following the Marine out of Medical.