Sickbay - Day 22 - Semi-Open/Unfinished

[nurse_cchapel]

It was funny how she could tidy this drawer and that storage unit and that stack of PADDs every single day and every single day, she had to do it again. Well, maybe not funny. Odd or annoying or just the way a starship's medical bay is supposed to work, but not necessarily funny

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[lynn_creed]

She wasn't going to lie - it was damned annoying to need another physical so soon after the last one. But orders were orders, and everyone who'd been Spored needed checked over again. Unfortunately. Walking into sickbay, she was pleased to see it near empty. Their medical staff had been run off their feet for far too long with everything that had been going on lately.

And there was the person she wanted to talk to. "Nurse Chapel. Just the lady I was looking for. I'm told I'm scheduled for a physical

[lynn_creed]

Creed glanced up at her, their gazes meeting for a fleeting moment before breaking away again. A ghost of a grin flitted across her features. From what she'd heard after the fact, it was becoming clear that they were more or less the only people aboard who'd had an uneqivocally postive Spored experience.

[nurse_cchapel]

"Mmm? Oh, of course." Tucking one PADD under her arm, she took the other from Rousseau. After a quick scan of what exactly she was signing off on, she stylused her name, all loops and curves, though she'd trained herself out of dotting the 'i' with a heart.

Smiling, Christine handed the PADD back over. "There you go."

[nurse_rousseau]

"Thank you," She beamed at Christine and glanced back to Creed again, sharing a brief happy smile at her. "Good luck with the physical. I might -- be in and out, if you do not mind Christine? There is a lot of paperwork that needs to be signed by the CMO or the Head Nurse herself.

[nurse_cchapel]

"Unless Commander Creed has any objections, I don't see why that should be a problem." Christine looked between the two women, allowing the matter to go up for debate. "I appreciate the initiative you're taking, keeping on top of all this paperwork, by the way," she added to Rousseau, a bit quieter. A little praise for hard work never hurt.

[lynn_creed]

"Char-" Oh, nice slip. Way to be subtle. "Nurse Rousseau can come and go as she pleases. I don't mind," Creed replied, attempting to project an aura of 'nope, nothing out of the ordinary here'. With questionable success.

[nurse_rousseau]

"I am glad, -- Commander." Rousseau had to remember her rank, her gaze lingering back to Nurse Chapel. "Of course. I'm happy to put a dent into some of it, at least." She beamed, nodding her head. "If you need anything at all, I am happy to help."

She left then, returning to her workstation, listening for the next time she could go in to bother the others.

[nurse_cchapel]

If Christine had been the suspicious type, she would have noted dutifully the matching name/rank hesitations observed between the crew members. Since she wasn't, she chalked it up to momentary forgetfulness until she had proof otherwise.

"Alright then, sorry about that interruption," she said pleasantly to Creed. "Feet up on the pedals, now, I'm sure you know what to do."

[lynn_creed]

"Hmm?" Creed said absently. "Oh. Right, sure." Straight to the point it was, then. She'd been expecting to get a bit more generally checked over first.

[nurse_cchapel]

Christine hummed a little as she hit the appropriate buttons and knobs on the exercise machine. No need to dawdle if the Commander was up planning a nap… or whatever it was the head of Security might need to do around the ship. Creed had had her last physical recently enough that, even with the spores, there wasn't much that could've happened to make a medic fret.

"We'll do four minutes. You can begin whenever you're ready."

[lynn_creed]

"Alright," Creed said, and started. No matter how many Starfleet physicals she had she would never quite get used to this bizarre piece of equipment. Before long she was breathing hard, but she held her pace. She prided herself on being a match for anyone aboard in terms of physical fitness. Even if some of them were half her age.

[nurse_cchapel]

As Creed continued with the exercise, Christine added and annotated all the right things in her already extensive file. A continuing trend of nothing she wouldn't expect from the older woman was a relief for Christine, not really in the mood to deal with problem patients. Well, Creed was anything but.

The machine eventually gave its closing beep and Christine said, "Okay, that's good!" A final jotted note - no change - and she was smiling warmling at Creed.

[lynn_creed]

"Great," Creed said, sitting up and swinging her legs down off the biobed. She was a little red and panting slightly, but no more than would be expected after physical exertion. "Right then. What's up next?"

[nurse_rousseau]

The sound of exertion told her that Chapel was putting her through the physical fitness tests, Rousseau daintily holding the curtain back with a second PADD in hand. She knew she'd procrastinated these long enough. She smiled at the other two and shuffled in, shyly holding the PADD out to Christine. "Just a few more, I promise."

Of course, she watched Creed's physical, slightly amused at the pink look on her cheeks and the raggedness in her breath. That sounded oddly familiar -- and brought a bright red blush across Rousseau's face.

[lynn_creed]

Yeah, they were definitely having the same thought there. And that bright red blush was every bit as adorable as it'd been before. She couldn't help but tease a little; waited until Chapel's attention was elsewhere and slowly, deliberately licked her lips.

[nurse_cchapel]

So Rousseau was blushing. Not entirely unheard of for the French woman to do something that didn't make a whole lot of sense to Christine. Combined with Creed's reactions and... No. Even if there was any basis for that theory, it wasn't her business.

With her perma-smile, she took the PADD, did the usual reading, and signed off. "Anything else?" she asked, handing it back to her nurse.