It's a Small Fleet Afterall

Posted on Sat Oct 20th, 2018 @ 4:37am by Lieutenant Lei Shan & Lieutenant Verdeath Newmark

1,111 words; about a 6 minute read

Mission: Food for the Gods
Location: Sickbay

ON:

Shan swept into sickbay directly from her meeting with the counselor. That had gone fairly well, and since she knew she was fit as a fiddle, she had no fear of a physical. Just another task to check off the list, as far as she was concerned.

Stepping right up to the first nurse she saw, she said without preamble, "Hi. I need to see the doctor on shift about my on-board physical. Where can I find one?"

The voice sounded familiar; Newmark turned around to see who had asked?

"I am a Doc..." he placed the face of the woman in front of him right away; he had opened one of his Holo programs for her and they had seen each other a few times but nothing had come of it. "Shan?" He asked to verify he was not dreaming.

Shan turned quickly as a familiar voice claimed the title 'Doc'. "Newmark!" she said with a smile. "Been a long time- must have been six years? What are you doing here?"

Newmark gave the woman a friendly hug among old friends. "Being a Doctor." He joked. "It is good seeing you again, Smaller Fleet than one might imagine I'd say?"

"Minuscule," Shan laughed. "But seriously, you ran off chasing after that girl and her music career. I didn't think to see you working a Fleet sickbay again. Don't tell me she tossed you off after you left your whole career for her?"

"Was her doctor on the tour until it ended." He shrugged. "Then I married her." He added casually. "She is a Tactical Officer within the Security branch and her two musical mates are with Security as well." He laughed. "Might be a bit before you see her..." He smiled. "On maternity leave."

"Maternity leave? You didn't- you had a baby?" Shan asked, sounding as if the entire concept was foreign or unusual.

"Yes we did, I would say the cutest one in the galaxy but I am biased." He smiled."Mother and baby are doing well, I managed to keep out of it and let My Mentor 'Doc' and other physicians do the work and just played first time dad." He laughed. "What about you, what is new with you?"

Shan shook her head. "Not much. Savar and I have been kicking around the Fleet. He's in the Diplomatic Corp now, actually, and we just got done with a wretchedly long assignment on Vulcan. I came here to be the new Assistant Chief, and he got a position here, too."

"I am glad you are together, I can tell you being a part is not easy." Newmark motioned to a biobed. "But I should get to the reason you are here, you need clearances I am supposing?" He questioned. "After check I might convince you to meet Aurea and her Maisha?"

As she leaned against the biobed she shrugged. "I guess I'll have time. I know they make us do these, but I'm fit as a fiddle, so shouldn't take long. Running on a bit of a high right now, actually- After so long on Vulcan it'll take a bit for me to get used to the richness of Fleet Standard Air."

He placed a hand just below her bust line and closed his eyes; Shan should remember how he had a certain sense of thing and the biological energy of a person.

"If that fiddler were trying to play some sort of a Calypso style beat... pardon the pun." He opened his eyes and took out his Tricorder and probe. "Care to hop up on the Biobed to confirm that conclusion." He winked. "I will also add in the filter to show you came up from Vulcan."

Shan lifted herself up with her arms to slide back onto the bed. "Do your worst. I doubt anything much has changed since the last physical I had."

"Six years ago?" He decided to try that humor thing again with a friend?

She smirked at him. "Believe it or not, other doctors are able to use their instruments to get readings just as accurate as your fingers are," she teased back. "Though I admit, a tricorder never put me into a pleasure-induced coma that left me napping on the couch."

"It is the tried and true 'Hands on Methods' that survive the test of time." He chuckled as he checked the scan data. "I would say, but I might be wrong, that your data is 'very' close to the readings I took at that time." He glanced up. "One might say you are close enough in your readings thaat I agree this will be one of the easier scans." He put the probe down and touched her back. "Deep Breath for me please?"

Shan complied, breathing in deeply and slowly, then out again the same way, the same slow, regulated breathing she used when doing her yoga routine.

"Yoga style, still an avid practitioner I see." He smiled as he entered data. "Heart and lungs are golden, muscle tone as to be expected..." He tapped her knee in a way to get a reflex. "Reflexes are good." He glanced up. "Anything out of ordinary you want to report before I give you the official prognosis?"

She shook her head. "No, I'm feeling good and raring to go."

"Why do I feel like I am opening the gate for a thoroughbred to run." His chuckled echoed. "You should bring your Mate by sometime, see the baby, good to have friends when you are the new girl on the block." Newmark glanced up. "You can go, get to work, you are fit as a fiddle like you said, I'll relay the passing grade to your chief and mark your file Shan."

"Thanks, Newmark," Shan said as she slid off the biobed. "We'll be in touch about getting together." She paused a moment and smiled a friendly, open smile that encouraged an old friend to be honest and straight with his answer. "You're doing good, though, happy with it all, I mean?"

"Could not be happier." Newmark said with a smile that was almost contagious. "I guess I am just getting to be an old married man." He laughed. "I like where I am now."

"Glad to hear it, then," she said with a nod. "Like I said, we'll be in touch. And thanks for the all clear. I'm off." She grinned and almost dashed from sickbay. There was work to do.

"She always did have a lot of energy." Newmark mused.

OFF

Lt Verdeath Newmark
Assistant Chief Medical Officer
PNPC Munich.

Lieutenant JG Lei Shan
Assistant Chief of Operations
USS Calypso

 

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