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A Healthy Klingon is a Happy Klingon... Mostly (Silverton and Malbi)

Thu Feb 11, 2016 3:53 am

Sickbay
14:00h


Malbi stepped out of the turbolift after finally getting her quarters arranged. Since she couldn't work until she'd gotten her boarding evaluations out of the way, she decided to get them out of the way as quickly as possible. So she headed down to the sickbay, data paDD containing her medical history in hand. She had found that many Starfleet doctors weren't used to working on Klingons, so she kept some general information handy in case their Klingon physiology wasn't quite up to par. Not that she mistrusted doctors, she just liked to have her bases covered.

With that in mind, Malbi walked through the doors to sickbay, looking around for the nearest available medical officer. Thankfully, she saw someone in the office, so she walked up to the entryway and cleared her throat to get his attention. She then saluted and said, "Ensign Malbi, here for my boarding evaluation, sir."

Brad looked up from his monitor. He had been waist deep in research papers focusing on the Borg. "Ahh perfect timing ensign. I've been studying Borg physiology for hours, it'll be nice to have something a bit more familiar." He stood up and went forward towards the main room of sickbay.

Malbi followed, and when they came to a stop in front of a biobed, she handed him her paDD, saying, "My complete medical and family medical history, in case some of it didn't make it into the record."

Brad looked over the record hoping there was more information that what he had. "Normally I ask if there is a family history of ailments." Brad nodded to himself. "I had seen the incomplete entries for your parents and had hoped it was just an error from Starfleet. There is no information at all about them?"

Malbi shook her head, "There is no record for my father, I do not know who he is. And my mother, from what little I could find about her, seemed to be healthy and normal. My apologies that I could not give a more complete record." She knew she shouldn't have been embarrassed, but nevertheless, she was. She disliked bringing up the subject of her parents with strangers, but it always seemed to pop up in medical and psychological evaluations. At least they had gotten it out of the way immediately instead of having her worry about it for the whole appointment.

"No. No need to apologize. Not like anything you did wrong. Well lets just get on with the exam." Brad tapped away at the biobed controls. "All the major organs and systems seem fine. The more minute scans will take a few more minutes. So is this your first assignment ensign?"

"Yes, sir," She replied, "I was on the USS Churchill for my cadet cruise, but this is my first actual assignment."

"Well congratulations. The beginning of your first assignment is always an exciting time. So many processes and protocols that we study at the academy become real." Brad continued talking as he casually glanced back and forth from the biobed display to Malbi. "My first assignment was the U.S.S. Paul Revere. Incredibly dull to say the least. It was mostly uneventful escort duty. Not quite like what seems to always happen here on the Portland." Brad had lost himself while daydreaming for a second then refocused. "So will you be down in engineering or on the bridge? I'm sorry to say that I am not current on the computer specialist department."

Malbi replied, "I will be spending most of my time in engineering, but I might be posted on the bridge occasionally," she surmised, personally praying that the chief would assign her to the bridge sometimes, "I hope I will be, anyways," she admitted.

"Ah so you will be under Lt Williams staff then?"

Malbi nodded in reply, "Yes, I believe so," as she looked intently at the biobed readout, trying to decipher all the readings it was taking. She could understand the easy readings she had learned in the academy's basic course, like heart rate and blood pressure, but the rest was a puzzle.

The one skill that is not taught at Starfleet Medical is bedside manner. Sure there is discussion and papers about the subject but its not something that can just be taught. Its a learned skill to read your patient. Sometimes patients were nervous and chatty while other times they were calm and quiet or any combination in between. Malbi seemed to be the straight forward type.
"Well everything checks out Ensign. I think you are good to go."

"Thank you, sir," Malbi replied as she stood up from the biobed. In an attempt to make a better impression than her taciturn disposition had probably made, she jokingly added in a serious tone, "Although I'm sure you are an excellent doctor and wonderful person, I hope I won't be back to see you soon."

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