Chief R.N. Welby / Seeing to patients

[Steve Bruin]

   *** USS Odyssey / Sick Bay ***

:: Much to the relief of everyone in the medical section, Dr. MacLaren had returned safely from whatever kind of voyage the shuttle had taken. After seeing that the CMO was given a full report on the status of the infirmary and its patients, Welby had gone about her duties and finished up a few loose ends before her duty shift ended.  Her attention was caught by Dr. MacLaren, who was having a quiet conversation with Ferguson, a patient who had just recentlt been admitted.  For a moment she wondered if some new problem had occured with the patient, so she easily slipped beside Dr. MacLaren.  

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::He’d no sooner said the words when Nurse Welby walked up beside him. He’d sensed her this time which was helpful since the woman could walk as silently as a ghost.:

Welby: Sir, is there some problem?

Colin: I was just checking on Ferguson here. I want to examine the wound, but it does seem that he’s gotten good care. Well done, Nurse.

Welby: Thank you, Doctor.

::Colin checked the readouts from the biobed before removing the Ferguson’s arm from the light cylinder that encased it. The skin was doing well, no sign of infection. The wound had been serious, so he’d been fortunate.::

Colin: We will begin occupational therapy today. He needs to start using those new muscles. They’re looking fine, but he needs to start using them.

Welby: Agreed, Doctor. I've already set up a physical therapy schedule.

:: She handed Doctor MacLaren a PADD containing a schedule and notes for Mr. Ferguson's rehab. ::

Colin::winking at Ferguson: Therapy is thirsty work, Nurse Welby. As soon as he’s finished, make sure he gets a Guinness Ale from the lounge, aye? 

Welby: A slight look of surprise crossed her face, but she intended to see that Ferguson indeed did get an ale when he was finished. Of course the CMO had neglected to mention rather the ale should be alcoholic or non-alcoholic, so she opted to think that he had meant the later.

Colin: Doctor’s orders, Nurse. There are some things that give a man a lift, and Mr. Ferguson deserves one.

Ferguson: grinning:: It takes a Scot or an Irishman to realize that. Thanks Doc.

Colin: Make sure ye earn it, or it will disappear. The exercises are not going to be easy, but ye’re tough enough to do them. If ye dinna, ye’ll not use that hand for much more that scratching your heid.

Ferguson: looking shocked: Not use it for much. I need my hands to do everything.

Colin: patting his shoulder:: And ye will if ye do the exercises. :: looking at Welby:: I’m counting on ye to make sure he does the whole drill before he gets that ale, Nurse.

Welby: Oh, of that you can be assured, sir.

:: As was the case with every patient under her care, Welby intended to see that the Chief Medical Officer's orders were carried out to the letter. ::

:Colin moved on to the next patient knowing that Welby would keep Ferguson working on his hand. She was a stickler for the rules, so if Ferguson was going to get past one by getting ale, she’d make him earn it. They were both tough as nails, so it would be an interesting war of wills.::

Chief R.N. Welby (SPC)

USS Odyssey

written by Steve