JDL |CCO & CMO| |MCapt King, Lt Rofer| Just Get It Over With

Posted on Tue Jun 11th, 2013 @ 7:19am by Lieutenant Carrie Rofer M.D., Ph.D. & 2nd Lieutenant Jasmine Garza

1,337 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Secret Meetings
Location: Various Locations

=*= Marine Barracks, USS Vindicator =*=

Ever since stepping foot on the Vindicator the one thing that Ellis did as well as being a Marine was avoiding the infirmary and his physical and in fact he was very proud of this. But with the new CMO the infirmary started sending messages not directly to him of course but to the administration staff and by regulation had to inform the company commander of said notices.

"Sweety if you don't go and have this taken care of you're gonna have a mutiny on your hands by your administration staff." Sophie Ann said giving her husband a smirk, "and I'll be the one leading it."

"Alright, fine." Ellis said smirking as he stood up he kissed his wife. "Make sure my administration staff doesn't burn this place down." And with that Ellis walked out of his office and the barracks and to sickbay.

=*= Infirmary, USS Vindicator =*=

"Who do I need to speak to stop you people mass spamming my administration staff about me needing a bloody physical?" Ellis asked one of the nurses.

"The available on-call doctor can help you, sir." Nurse Frey smiled politely and gestured at the office of the Doctor-on-Call; 'godspeed with that,' she thought to herself with some amount of anticipated amusement, but didn't voice the thought out loud.

A cup of hot brown liquid materialized on the replicator tray, and Carrie twisted her lips in disgust at its taste. She wasn't really happy with replicator food, or drink, or the idea of replication itself, especially when it came down to making oneself a cup of coco. After serving a few years on the safe ground of Earth's biggest hospital, she was much more used to using good ol' roasted beans and powders for her beverages and meals.

"When in Rome," she muttered to herself, and then snorted a chuckle, amused with the term.

Ellis walked into the office, "I was told you were the person to see to stop the incessant messaging about my needing a physical?"

Carrie lifted her head from her drink, a coco-mustache decorating her upper lip. "I don't think I know how to stop messages from getting to you," she looked at the incoming figure with measured curiosity, "But if you still receive these messages after you're done with your physical, I would suggest going to the Chief Engineer." She smiled flatly and took another sip.

Nodding, "that's great information but I need one..... let's just say the last CMO wasn't great with the paper work and I need a physical and the quicker the better."

Carrie blinked at that and hummed, turning to her desk to check for the strange man's medical records. "Of course, blame the Doctor," she shook her head and sat, tapping. "Captain King, hm," She muttered and took another careful sip as she scrolled down.

"Hmm. I don't see a problem with the paperwork. You're just late."

King just smirked and nodded, "yes suppose I am. Any chance we can get this over with now?"

"We may," Carrie allowed and pointed at the other end of the infirmary, where the check up rooms are located. "You should find an empty room in there while I look up your full file. Oh, and Captain King, please strip off whatever weapons you carry. I'd prefer getting through this exam without accidentally shooting myself when you bend over."

Ellis smirked; she was a smart woman, knowing that any Marine customers -- if they walked in under their own power -- would most likely have up to at 3 weapons. "Of course doc." He said, turning and leaving the room for one of the empty patient rooms, where he removed his Type 2 phaser, F32 Sonic Ka-bar and finally his backup piece a Type 1 phaser not as powerful as the Type 2 but small enough that most of time it was missed on a pat down.

Carrie walked in a couple of minutes later and stopped short at the display of weaponry. For a moment, her gaze shifted from the pile to the man's body. "I do hope all of these came out of holsters, Captain King," her face distorted with disgust, "or do I need to sanitize them properly before I let you use them again?"

"You're a spunky one aren't you?" Ellis asked giving her a smirk, "maybe I've been wrong all these years thinking that these physicals were a waste of time or maybe I just didn't have a spunky doctor performing the physical!"

Carrie shook her head with her own version of cynicism, "now you know Physicals are actually an incredible experience meant to strengthen the intimate bond between you and your own body. Bend over, please."

Ellis thought he knew what consisted of a physical and he was pretty sure that bending over wasn't part of it. But at the same time this women did hold his career balls in her hands, "no dinner first?" He asked as he bent over.

Carrie looked at him awkwardly, "Doing a physical on a full stomach is not advisable." She shook her head and tapped a couple of buttons. "I need to check your spine alignment and muscle blood distribution. It's either bending over with your feet reaching the ground, or a 15-minute MRI scan." She gave him a brief smirk, finally realizing what he may have meant. "Or would you like me to call your wife?"

"Sure.... my wife has been pushing me to do new things." Ellis said giving the doc a smirk before bending down and almost touching his feet, "how's my backside look... I've been told it's exquisite and should be photographed."

Carrie huffed, "I'm not sure, Captain King, that the journal would be able to capture the entire size of your ego." She shook her head with measured sarcasm and tapped her PADD, "even I will have a problem fixing that." She closed the scanner and gestured at the bed. "I just need a full body scan and we're almost done. Try to contain your enthusiasm." She smirked, finding her own retorts extremely amusing.

"Well try....but can't promise anything let's just say some of my body parts have a mind of their own." Ellis said as he slid onto the bed.

"Involuntary muscle spasms may be an indication of a deeper problem," Carrie responded casually, moving to lean over Ellis and set up the scanner. "We may have to sedate you if they become destructive during the scan. Try not to move."

Smirking, "doc I wasn't talking about muscle spasms." Ellis said allowing that one to sink in.

Carrie shrugged, "Do you have an actual medical condition you want to share, Captain Ellis, or should I prepare to zap and stun anything that involuntarily moves towards me?" She gave him a quick smile and turned the scanner on.

"I'll take the zaps and stuns please... you know I just need something different in my life." Ellis said smirking, "and plus it'll be good training if I get captured by the enemy I hear they enjoy doing the zap and stun routine."

The scanner beeped. Carrie sighed and grunted in annoyance, closing off the equipment with quick slaps, "seems I need to ask you Marines to leave more than just your guns at the door," she huffed and turned to pick up a new PADD from the table, tapping in it furiously.

"W're done here, Captain Ellis. I'll have the results analyzed and posted on your file. Here." she handed him the new PADD. "Take this to your quarters for reference."

"Reference?" He asked taking the empty PaDD and giving a quizzical look to the doctor.

Carrie nodded, "Starfleet's regulations regarding sexual harassment," she gave him a quick dry smile and turned towards the doors.

"And don't postpone your physicals next time." She left, still shaking her head.



Marine Captain Ellis King
2nd Division, 2nd Battalion, Alpha Company
Company Commander
USS Vindicator-E

Doctor Lieutenant Carrie Rofer
Chief Medical Officer
USS Vindicator-E

 

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