Sickbay - Day 24 [open/unfinished]
Occasional fun and games aside, this was a working shore leave. Ship and crew had to get whipped back into shape after the business with the Spores. Sickbay certainly needed a good taking down and putting back to rights. The requisition list for new or repaired equipment was shockingly long, the shopping list for supplies even longer. And the number of personnel changes was, admittedly, a little disheartening.
Leonard got that there'd be some too uncomfortable in the wake of Crazy Alien Sex Pollen to continue working with each other. He also understood how such a hellacious first mission might cast serious doubts on a body's career choices. Still, it wasn't easy letting go of good workers like Dr. Jovan.
But he guessed this voyage was about discovering strange, new minds as well as worlds.
McCoy looked over the small group gathered in Sickbay, all transfers reporting in for medical duty. Supposed he'd best get this show on the road. He had shifts to fill. And a lingering headache from last night's excesses.
"Welcome. I'm Dr. Leonard McCoy, ship's Chief Medical Officer. You've joined the Enterprise just into her five year mission, but I think you'll fit in nicely. We'll be in spacedock for two weeks before headin' out on next assignment. Last one did a number on the Sickbay, so we're reloadin' an' regroupin'." Leonard watched their expressions closely on that one. "As Starfleet's flagship, I doubt it'll be the last time too. This is a seriously busy and efficient medbay I run here. I'll expect no less from you. As such, before we leave you'll be subjected to drills, physicals, and clean up and inventory duty. Fact of life on this ship. Now, each of you is dismissed after reportin' in with me. So c'mon on up, y'all." With a smirk, he leaned back against a worktable, PADD in hand.
Leonard got that there'd be some too uncomfortable in the wake of Crazy Alien Sex Pollen to continue working with each other. He also understood how such a hellacious first mission might cast serious doubts on a body's career choices. Still, it wasn't easy letting go of good workers like Dr. Jovan.
But he guessed this voyage was about discovering strange, new minds as well as worlds.
McCoy looked over the small group gathered in Sickbay, all transfers reporting in for medical duty. Supposed he'd best get this show on the road. He had shifts to fill. And a lingering headache from last night's excesses.
"Welcome. I'm Dr. Leonard McCoy, ship's Chief Medical Officer. You've joined the Enterprise just into her five year mission, but I think you'll fit in nicely. We'll be in spacedock for two weeks before headin' out on next assignment. Last one did a number on the Sickbay, so we're reloadin' an' regroupin'." Leonard watched their expressions closely on that one. "As Starfleet's flagship, I doubt it'll be the last time too. This is a seriously busy and efficient medbay I run here. I'll expect no less from you. As such, before we leave you'll be subjected to drills, physicals, and clean up and inventory duty. Fact of life on this ship. Now, each of you is dismissed after reportin' in with me. So c'mon on up, y'all." With a smirk, he leaned back against a worktable, PADD in hand.