Lt. JG Natasha Cole - A Menace with a Medical Chart

[Natasha Schell]

((Sickbay - Deck 7 - USS Artemis-A))

 

Natasha entered Sickbay along with Ensign Hawkins, mid conversation, who had been transporting what looked like restock supplies.

 

Cole: … so yes, technically I disarmed him. No, the phaser wasn’t supposed to explode.

 

Hawkins: Why do I think you’re going to end up being a familiar face around here?

 

Natasha just offered a shrug.

 

Cole: At least I don’t make it boring … though I do need to be less predictable. ::glancing around at no one:: Gotta keep ‘em on their toes.

 

Hawkins: ::laughing:: You’re a menace. I’ll let Doctor Morgan know you’re here.

 

Natasha stood by a bio bed while Ensign Hawkins went back to their task of restocking and alert the Chief Medical Officer she was there. As she stood there she realized the only been to sickbay for relatively quick stops after ‘mishaps’ during missions.

 

Sickbays and by extension Hospitals didn’t bother her as they might others. If it wasn’t for places like this she wouldn’t be who she is today. She was lost in a brief thought of how sad it must have been for people before things like nanotech. She almost didn’t catch Doctor Morgan's approach.

 

Cole: Reporting for that full check-up as promised, Doctor.

 

Morgan: Glad to see you're not one I have to chase down. Bonus points. How are you doing?

 

Cole: ::glancing towards her side:: Surprisingly the Boraxians did a good job patching me up, barely leaving a scare.

 

Morgan: We'll see about that. ::pointing to the biobed:: Have a seat.

 

Cole: You got it Doc, ::hopping onto the nearby bio bed.

 

Doctor Morgan picked up a medical tricorder off a nearby tray and flicked it open, beginning his examination.

 

Morgan: So, Ensign - any complaints?

 

Natasha thought for a moment, in spite of her misadventures over the past two away missions, she felt fine. This was quite surprising since she was hurled through the air on her first away mission and stabbed on her second.

 

Cole: None, that come to mind, Doctor. I’m fortunate, considering the past few away missions.

 

Morgan: There's not much of note that I can see. Your white blood cell count is a little high, but that's to be expected after an injury - it's one of the ways the body naturally heals itself.

 

Cole: ::nodding:: That makes sense.

 

Natasha noticed him tapping the back of his tricorder. She didn’t know the Doctor well enough to know if it was a casual trait, nervous tick or just his way of making the gremlins in the tricorder work faster.

 

Morgan: So what happened back there? In the Boraxian apartment building after you went into the hallway?

 

She tilted her head slightly, surprised because she was honest in her official report, but maybe Doctor Morgan hadn’t gotten to it yet.

 

Cole: As I put in my report. I went into the hallway to sweep for others needing medical assistance. I retraced our steps to where our first patients had come from and discovered, ::shifting her vision to recall:: a Boraxian woman nearly startled me, she was covered in wounds similar to the two we already knew about.

 

Morgan: Response

 

Cole: After a brief assessment, she informed me ‘He’s chasing us’ as six additional victims came through the door. Ranging from mild to severe wounds, in that commotion one shouted he was coming. Which is when I called you, informing you of the inbound wounded.

 

Morgan: Response

 

Cole: Looking down the stairs the attacker made themselves known, and I was faced with a decision. Retreat and either he makes it to you, Lieutenant Bergmen and the wounded or stay and delay attempting to stop him. ::beat:: If faced with the decision again, the only thing I’d have done differently would be to call it in and possibly get reinforcements.

 

Morgan: Response

 

Tags/TBC

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Lt. JG Natasha Cole
Security Officer
USS Artemis-A
Writer ID A240205NC4