A Quick Greeting

Posted on Sat Oct 1, 2016 @ 4:56am by Lieutenant Phen Caticasse & Ensign Terry Walsh

Mission: An Orion to Die For
Location: Primary Sickbay
Timeline: MD 1 || 1930

"Nope," Finn's voice came from sickbay. He had called all the various medical officers to come and meet him as soon as they could get free to do that. "It should be nothing. Probably just this large of a crew takes some getting used too. I expect we'll be seeing a lot of this." He walked out of alcove with a crewman. "Have a warm drink, get an extra hour or so of sleep, see if it calms down in a day or two. If not, then we'll get you some meds and see what we can do. Pleasure meeting you Giles, sorry it wasn't for just a check up." He said, shaking the crewman's hand before the latter headed out of sickbay and back to work.

Finn waved over a nurse, offering over a padd. "Crewman Giles Silver," He said with a smile, "Seems nice, but has a little inflammation of the esophagus. Mark down that if he's back in within a day or two that he needs a scan for infection. Keep an eye on ops personnel that come in for the same thing. It'll probably clear up on its own, though," He let go of the padd as the nurse nodded and took it, heading to the administrative desk in sickbay. Finn dusted off his scrubs, and moved over to one of the stations, pulling off his gloves, and seeing a shift in the light from the entrance of sickbay.

Terry had been going over the amount of personnel, Starfleet and civilian, that the Triumphant had on it. And it was a lot. He knew that being a Morale Officer was going to be different than everything he had done before. But he didn't know that his first assignment doing it would be with this many people. He sat back and sighed a bit, thinking that large, group activities was out of the question. He might have to divide things up by department. That would certainly narrow the field a bit. But it was hurting his head right now. Or maybe that was one of his migraines that kept coming back. Or what his mom always called a 'stress headache.' Whatever the case, the large man got up and headed to Sickbay. He needed to meet the new Doc anyway. After all, the Chief Medical Officer was his boss.

His eyes drifted as he washed his hands. "Welcome to sickbay," He said as he finished, drying his hands, "I'm Doctor Phen Caticasse, but you can call me Finn," He grabbed a pair of gloves and slipped them into his coat pocket, then headed to meet the newcomer, "What brings you to sickbay today?"

Terry, still in uniform, looked at the shorter man with blondish colored hair and medical scrubs and half-grinned. "Well, I'm Ensign Terry Walsh, the ship's Morale Officer. So, partly, I came to meet my new boss." He paused a second. "Doc?"

"Yup. Lieutenant Phen Caticasse," The Lorillian grinned, "But serious, don't call me Lieutenant or L-T, or any of that. Doctor, Doc, or Finn." He waved him in. "Morale Officer, huh?" Finn turned around and motioned for him to follow, before stopping by a nurse, "Tha Th'Velyn," He addressed the Andorian, "If anyone comes in that needs me, I'll be back in the admin section," He said with a nod.

"Anyway," He turned back to Walsh, "If I remember," He said with a grin, "We'll slip through here and to the administration offices. A bit quieter to talk," He stopped at the door to the nurses station off to one side of the medbay, and it hissed open. "And correct me if I'm wrong, there are a lot of medical staff, you're a marine, right? Tell me a bit about yourself, how you got to... well, here."

Terry followed him in and took a seat in the small Starfleet chair by swinging a leg over it and sitting down. "Well, there really isn't much to tell. I'm a former Starfleet Marine fighter pilot that had seen enough and took an admin job. I had a family emergency that took out of the Corp. When I finally went back in, they were downsizing and had no need of my skill set. And that was fine with me, I wanted something calmer. And here I am, a thirty-one year old Starfleet Ensign and Morale Officer in the Medical Department."

"That's got to be a change. Hopefully not a bad one," Finn leaned up against a wall nearby and gave a smile. "So, we'll get right to the important bits. I'm going to be honest, I don't know what to tell you I expect from you on the morale officer front. I'm medical, pure and simple. I recognize that for the mental well-being of a crew this size in this enclosed of a place, Morale isn't going to be terribly simple. On a small ship, you feel like family - here, I worry a lot of crew might feel lost or alone. So, it is something I feel we'll need to watch closely, and to that effect, you have my backing. You prove its a good idea, I'll back you to the rest of the senior staff, simple as that." The doctor adjusted a bit, "But, really that's all I have to say on that. Do you have any questions on anything before I ramble about how I run the medical team?"

"I don't think it'll be a bad one," Terry said. "It's kinda what I've been looking for...a change of scenery, so to speak." He paused, considering the rest of the Chief had said. "I've been thinking about that, the size of the ship and crew, it's gonna be hard to put together morale boosting events and so on. I might have to break it down by department at the least. Anyway, I'm rambling. Thanks for the assurance of backing me, Doc. Questions...yeah, where would you prefer me to work? I mean, here, in Sickbay, a guy like me would just get in the way. I don't know if there would be an unused office on a ship this size or not."

"Yeah. That's an important note." Finn said with a quick nod. "Don't work on the sickbay floor if you don't have too. If you do need to spend time here or in any of the medical areas treating patients - you follow the rules everyone else does." He pointed back towards sickbay, "Antechamber leads to a locker and decon area where we keep medical attire. Grab a locker, undress, decon, put on medical attire - uhm," He paused, "I think scrubs, or theatre blues, maybe the terms most humans use. Anyway," He adjusted. "Keep those on while around patients, then when you're done, toss the medical clothes in the decon hamper, decon, get dressed and go. Obviously," He was talking with his hands a bit, "If you don't plan on sticking around for more than twenty minutes, don't worry about it - but, if you're in sickbay or anywhere with a lot of patients..."

The doctor shook his head, "Probably won't come up much for you, but this many people, this close... we'll operate like a hospital. Keep sterile and contained." He shook his hands and pushed off the wall, walking around just a bit, "Anyway. On office space, we have and administrative ward. A few office suites are available there. I intend on swapping some of the locations. I want my office closer, for instance. Until I figure that out, though, feel free to use my office. It's got the connections you need, plenty of work space, and I'm more hands on - so I'll be out here mostly. What else?" He said with a light clap.

Terry nodded. He was quickly learning that the new Doctor was a talker. But maybe that wasn't such a bad thing, bedside manner and all. "Okay, I'll try to remember all that," he said, wondering if maybe his Chief's twenty minute rule would be better. "Thanks for the opportunity to use your office. Though, I'll try to keep it at a minimum. But, that's all I can think of at the moment."

"Okay then." Finn said quickly, "I've not particularly endeared myself to the command staff, so I do need to say a couple things in an official sort of status..." He smirked, "We're medical. Which means technically, we are always on call. But, the Captain wants shifts. I'll let you pick which shift you want to be officially on duty." He sighed. "I know you'll probably be working and multiple hours, in different shifts, but I need it for paperwork."

"Oh, okay," said Terry. "Well, I'll pick Alpha Shift, then. Before moving over to the Fleet, I was always assigned a shift. This is pretty nice. But I understand that we're always on call. It's part of the job. So, you're not particularly endeared to the Command staff?" He was hoping that it wouldn't affect the rest of the department.

"Yeah," He gave a shrug, "I started off on the wrong foot." He laughed, "My fault completely, but I'd never admit that to the command team. But," He said, with a shake of his head, "It was a disagreement, settled now. Shouldn't come up again." He sighed, "But, I can be a stubborn ass, frankly. Especially when it comes to medical, so if I am, try not to take it personally."

"Eh, sometimes it happens, starting off on the wrong foot. But, man, with the Command team..." Terry let it trail off a second before he continued. "But I'm sure you'll be able to build it back up. Although, I haven't met either the Captain or the XO yet. So I wouldn't have any idea on what to go off of. Anyway...when I notice you're being stubborn regarding Medical, I'll try not to take it personally. Thanks for the heads up, though." Terry smiled and chuckled at his last statement.

"Well, glad to hear it." The Lorillian gave a shrug, "I'm not going to worry about it, either way. Don't take that as harsh, just..." He waved a hand, "Well, you know how it is adjusting, I'd guess. Have you had a physical since you came on board?" The doctor pointed to a nearby tricorder. "I could get that out of the way if you haven't."

Terry chuckled a bit. "Yeah, I know how it is adjusting. Coming from the Starfleet Marines to regular Starfleet is a continual adjustment. But, no, I haven't had my reporting-in physical. I suppose now would be as good a time as any." Terry had never been one to shy away from Doctors or physicals. Neither of them hadn't really bothered him. But he had worked with some people that hated physicals. Or doctors, he never could figure out which.

"Not a problem. Anything that's been bothering you lately?" He said, scanning and watching the information on the screen, "Or things I should know about from your medical history?" He shrugged, "I know, cliche, have to ask though. Don't want anything slipping by."

"Nothing really major," said Terry. "I mean, I've had my fair share of broken bones like every other boy in the galaxy. But those healed rather well after proper treatment. I guess I've always considered myself pretty healthy...gym, weights, swimming and all." He sat there for a moment and watched the Doc.

The doctor nodded quietly as he spoke, "Yep." Finn said quickly, watching the scans. "It does look like everything is in the correct parameters. Nothing out of sorts." He gave a nod and then closed the tricorder. "I'll look over them in more detail and contact you if anything pops up." He paused for a moment, "What about mental health? Everything alright there?" He asked simply. He didn't know if there would be anything, but knowing what he did about the man's record it was worth asking.

"Heh, Doc, I've seen a lot of stuff as a SFMC fighter pilot. Stuff that would take it's toll on any man or woman mentally." Terry's mind raced back to that one time. "And some more...personal...things more recently. But I've been dealing." He hadn't talked to a counselor or any medical professional about yet and he didn't plant to. The tall, brawny Ensign was going to continue 'dealing' as he had always done.

"That's kind of what I guessed." Finn said with a nod, "If it changes, or becomes more than you care to admit, contact me or the counselor." He left it at that. It was all that needed to be said on the topic. "I'll have weekly staff meetings, not sure on the time or day yet. Full staff minus those on duty in primary sickbay or the wards. Daily and shift change stuff won't matter for you..." He shrugged. "I've got nothing else that I can think of at the moment. So I guess, if you'd like you're free to go back to whatever. If you have any thing to ask - job, medical, etc, I'm always available. This job kind of comes with an on call schedule, so day or night."

Terry was glad for the Doctor's response. He didn't seem to pushy, like a counselor would, into his mental state. He also realized that there may come a time when he would need to say something about it all. But for now, his new Chief seemed content with his answer. "Weekly staff meeting, got it. And I'll keep that in mind, Sir. I've never known of a hospital, Sickbay, or whatever not to have an on call schedule. My sister and brother-in-law have been called away from the family dinner table more times than not."

"Yeah. Some doctors don't see it that way though. I had a Commander on Thetis that thought his job ended at seventeen hundred. On the dot." He shrugged a bit, "Meanwhile, I was catching shuttles back to Thetis instead of tucking my daughter in to cover his ass when his patients took a turn on my nights on call." He gave a smile, "But, specialists are like that sometimes." He shook his head for a moment, "Good to know you family in the field though, hopefully that'll keep me from looking completely crazy when you inevitably find me sleeping on a biobed, or whatever stupid thing I end up doing." He said with a quick nod, "It was good meeting you, and I think we're good for now." He smirked, "Do I have to say dismissed, or are you the type of officer who won't be offended if I just say see you later?"

Terry started laughing. "Oh no, don't worry about me looking at you crazy. I've heard my sister talk about catching naps in the labs because it was cooler. I'm used to that sort of thing. Hospitals or Sickbays don't bother me, either. I'm not one of those guys that's afraid to go see the medical doctors." Terry slid down off the biobed. "It was good meeting you too, Sir. And no, you wouldn't offend me by simply saying see you later. I'm a pretty laid back kinda guy...more so off duty, though. So, see you later, Doc."