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A Clean Bill of Health

Posted on Sun Apr 1st, 2018 @ 3:29am by Lieutenant JG Cey'aaren & Lieutenant JG Savyla Jones

Mission: Leviathan
Location: U.S.S. Valkyrie - Sickbay
Timeline: MD07 1500

There was a stillness to Sickbay during those times between crisis that was hard to find elsewhere on a Starfleet ship. Even following a potentially deadly situation like the one he'd just went through, Cey'aaren had enjoyed the quietude as he'd stayed by Edor's bedside, waiting for the Deltan to recover from surgery. The Valkyrie's medical facilities had that same sense of peace, but we're more modern than those of the Dutchman. Cey spotted the ship's chief medical officer as soon as the doors opened.

Even before the door had fully opened Savyla’s eyes cought a glimps of the person walking into her sickbay and her mind started racing. Lieutenant, male, handsome, diplomatics officer, recent addition to the crew, … bug boy. She smirked and returned her attention to what appeared to be a half a dozen boiling bulbs filled with an array of colourful liquids. I all honesty she had been waiting for the moment she would get to meet a ‘victim’ of the Direlli Swarm but decided again appearing to eager if she could help it. Just let him come to you Savy don’t get all giggly and excited. She told herself as if it were a mantra.

"Cey'aaren," he said by way of introduction. "I'm afraid my last physician insisted I have a follow-up exam once I came aboard."

Savyla’s eyes widened and a crooked smile adorned her lips as she looked up at Cey’aaren. He isn’t even going to protest a proper probing, even better, he’s asking for one. She had expected some resistance and the very likely possibility of a having to force her position as the ships CMO. Him actually suggestion an examination was like Christmas in July.

She dropped one of the boiling bulbs, completely ignored it, raised her right hand and with a stupid grin upon her face grabbed his.

“Doctor Jones, please take of your shirt and lie down on the table.” She squeeked.

After detaching his hand from the friendly and seemingly very eager doctor's grasp, Cey'aaren followed her instructions and removed the upper portions of his uniform. Corded muscles from years of physical activity revealed themselves when the layers of fabric were removed. Pale, smooth skin catching a chill in the recycled starship air before he sat on the edge of the nearest biobed.

"I was lucky," Cey explained as he kicked his legs up and layed down. "At least that's the going speculation. Doctor Fostersmith still wants me to have another brain scan, just to make sure there aren't any alien eggs hiding in there."

The scan was brief. Moments later, Dr. Jones presented him with a clean bill of health. She even showed Cey'aaren an image of his brain compared to the scans taken from the patients on the Flying Dutchman. While not strictly necessary, he also allowed Jones to run a variety of other tests, including blood and spinal fluid. Satisfied that there wasn't anything hiding inside Cey'aaren after his recent encounter with the parasites, he and Jones parted ways and the diplomat left the medical ward to continue his day.

 

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