No One Escapes The Medical

Posted on Mon Jul 24th, 2023 @ 10:11pm by Lieutenant Magnus Volsung

1,039 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: The devil wears tripolymer

ON:

Magnus Volsung's nose wrinkled the moment he entered sickbay. It was the smell. People would chuckle when he said it, but he was certain that there was a sterile smell in the air that stuck to your skin. But there was nothing to be done about it. And he was due his medical check up. He looked around as he stood there, his brown eyes clocking a fair-haired woman with the rank of Lieutenant. So, decent guess, given her uniform, she was a doctor. "Doctor?" he said, giving her a warm smile to show that he wasn't actually injured. "I'm Lieutenant Volsung...here for my medical?"

"Hello Lieutenant" Hope said with a warm smile. She hadn't met the Lieutenant yet and was always happy thrilled to meet her fellow crew. Sadly it was usually in some sort of medical emergency, however this time the Lieutenant seemed fine and was only here for his physical. A formality required by Starfleet for every officer. "Anything bothering you today, Lieutenant?" the Doctor asked still wearing a smile.

"No, nothing bothering me today," Magnus said with a small shake of the head. "But it's always good to show up on time for these, so that you don't get chased around by a nurse with a sedative..." he joked, taking a deeper breath.

"Absolutely" and Hope would have chased him down. "Well Mister Volsung if you would take a seat on bio bed one" Doctor Ross started over toward the bio beds and grabbed a tricorder from a supply cart on the way.

He nodded as he walked to the bio bed that he assumed was the one, sitting down on it. He folded his hands as he watched her, remembering her name from her file. Knowing the Senior Officers was always good and as a Security officer he'd be in here more often than he'd like in his experience. "Nice sickbay."

"Top of the line" Hope said with a smile and flipped open her tricorder while she brought up the Lieutenants medical file on a console. "Let's see here" her southern accent was thicker then normal for some reason. She was skimming through his file and glanced up at him a smile, nothing was standing out at her as far as his medical history, just a few broken bones that he had let heal on their own and some scaring from different encounters during his duty she assumed. . "This shouldn't take long at all, Lieutenant" the Doctor smiled again and pressed some commands into her tricorder and started her scans.

"I suspect not," he said lightly, watching her for a moment. The thickening of the accent was nice, although he couldn't place it. He knew what he had going on with his body. Some bruises from training, a healing cut on his arm that he had wrapped up. No need for a medical dermal regenerator for something that would scab over and heal quickly.

"The scan result were coming in "turn the safeties off?" the Doctor asked.

"No," he said, with a small smile as he shook his head. "A sacrifice, an oath, but nothing as irresponsible as safeties off on the holodeck."

"Hmmm..." Hope said glancing up and making eye contact with a smile on her face for a split second and then going back to her scans.

He smiled weakly, nodding. Different cultures had different rituals. His was no different. A small things, different things. People were different though. His eyes fixed on a point before him. Medicine, modern medicine, was fascinating. Growing up, every cut, every scar, had been a mark of your life. He looked down at his own hand, with the faint marks across the knuckles. Scars from fighting, from learning to fight, or from fishing or cutting something. Wear and tear, tiny burns from touching hot metal when not paying attention by the fire. All could be erased with a wave of an instrument here. And yet, he had never done it. A wave of something could darken his hair and beard again, but the grey was also a mark of time passed. For him, it was not something he ever contemplated doing. Would Odin, given the chance, had his eye replaced? Or would that diminish the sacrifice he made at Mimir's Well? Would Odin no longer be the all-seeing, if his eye was replaced? Magnus sighed before he blinked, realising he had not paid attention to what was around him.

She had finished her scans up and Hope didn't figure she was going to get very far with this patient. "Is there anything you would like me to take a look at?" the Doctor asked as she sat the tricorder down.

"No," he said as he looked at her, taking a deeper breath. "Hopefully I haven't damaged my body too much by living..." he added the last with a small, almost playful smile.

"Surely not" Hope returned the smile and continued her scans. "But regular check up's sometimes catch things we don't even know are wrong ourselves yet" the Doctor tilted her head to the side and stared at her tricorder.

"True," Magnus said, closing his eyes as he relaxed. Well, as he made himself relax, even after all these years it was still a strange concept. "So...will I live, Doctor?"

“I think you’re gonna make it” Hope said with a smile on her face, closing her tricorder.

"Well that is something," he said lightly, meeting her eyes. "A positive, I believe. Is there anything I should be concerned about, or all cleared for duty"

“You are clear for duty” the Doc said with a single nod.

"Right..." he said and nodded, getting up and off the biobed to stretch. "I appreciate it, Doctor," he added, meaning it. He had no illusions, she must find it boring just to...clear people for duty.

“Not a problem” Ross said with a smile and nod.

He nodded before he straightened his uniform. "I will let you...get back to work," he said, lightly. She was a busy woman after all.

“Have a good one” Hope replied and out her tricorder away.

OFF:

Lt. Magnus Volsung
Chief Security Officer

&

Lt. Hope Ross, MD
Chief Medical Officer

 

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