Ensign Blaine McCray - Medical Conversations
JB Dunham
(Main Sickbay – USS Constitution-B))
Cade was in a good mood today, which the rest of the medical staff usually thought meant that some sort of shenanigans was going to happen. That said, despite his reputation as a grumpy old coot, much of who Cade Foster was made to be was larger than life. The reality was he was an irreverent old coot. Important distinction.
He had a nice shower after returning from Planet Peekaboo, a good dinner, good sleep, he got up early, went for a run in the hallways before most of the crew had woken up, had a good breakfast and a cup of black coffee. All of that was good and he was feeling quite upbeat.
He did the overview paperwork on Ba’el to ensure her recovery was proceeding well, checked the injury reports to see if any more injuries were reported after the meeting of the Kameryans, ensure Eze Tapor, Jori Mec and Maramox were all discharged from sickbay, and started looking through the routine tasks over shore leave, doling them out to the medical staff in a fair and even rotation.
All that was done by midmorning so he was out and about in sickbay when the doors opened.
Foster: Ah, you must be Ensign Blaine McCray. Here for your intake physical?
Cade was tall, long legs that would make Wil Riker jealous, and he looked every inch a runner – something proven by every other given morning in a hallway near you. He offered a casual, welcoming smile and waved McCray into sickbay with the sort of well-worn calm of a man who had done this hundreds, maybe thousands of times before.
Blaine was still in the stage of getting lost as he explored the ship and it amazed him that he made it here on time.
McCray: Yes sir. I know I should have been in earlier, but I guess the missions come first.
Foster: you’re prompt and I didn’t have to chase you down for the physical. Gold star, Kid. Come on in.
Almost everyone was ‘kid’ to Cade Foster. Unless you outranked him, or your name was Saveron or Jalana. Although Saveron was only a handful of years older than Cade.
Though admittedly it wasn’t about age all the time. And generally once Cade got to know someone he would consider them with their chosen name regardless of age. But for first meetings old habits died hard.
It wasn’t the first time Blaine had been called ‘kid’ and it didn’t bother him one bit from this man. He’d learned that experience was something to be listened to.
McCray: I was raised that if you’re early, you’re on time. Growing up on a ranch teaches you.
Foster: Cade Foster, at your service. Doctor Foster if you’re in trouble. Doc if you’re cheeky, and ‘Hey you!’ if you’re drunk. ::he swept a hand towards a biobed that was nicely out of the way from the main path, allowing privacy.:: hop on up. This shouldn’t take long.
McCray: It’s nice to meet you, sir. What’s the order of business?
Blaine hopped up on the biobed and settled into position, ready to learn
Foster: Basically your intake is a full bioscan, and I match it to your exit physical from Starfleet academy. The more the two match, the better in most cases. And it gives you a chance to talk out any medical history you think I should know about.
McCray: I mean, I had several accidents getting bucked off horses growing up, but those where treated.
He chuckled, getting the scanning gear in place as he talked.
Foster: If you don’t have any medical history I need to know about then I just ask you pesky questions, it’s fun!
Fun for Cade certainly! Whether it was fun for an incoming Ensign generally depended on how sociable them were. Some took to conversation right away, others squirmed. Cade had met all types.
McCray: Only if I get to ask you pesky questions in return, sir. ::he chuckled.
Foster: Response
McCray: I learned a bit of conversation from my grandfather, mostly about history, but I play a bit of music.
Foster: Response
~*~
tags/tbc
~*~
Ensign Blaine McCray
TAC/SEC Officer
USS Constitution-B
C240302BM1