Medbay - Day 45 - Private

[into_the_skies]

Adrian paused outside the door to the Enterprise's medbay, eyeing it warily, and sighed. He hadn't been avoiding the place. Not exactly. He just really felt he'd had enough medical attention to last a damn lifetime. But regs were regs, and if he was going to be flying shuttles on the next mission, he needed his physical to get cleared for duty

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[my_god_man]

Leonard had been inventorying Sickbay's stores in anticipation of the Ravanna assignment. He'd tried coming up with every possible medical situation that could come up concerning a survey mission in or around an industrial processing facility. It was an exhaustive list, but he'd rather be bear-tired than caught bare-assed with his pants down during an emergency. It'd been a few weeks, but he still remembered the Bacchus assignment.

And how.

Right, no, he wasn't gonna think about that, or all the things that'd followed. Especially not in this setting. And thankfully, he had a little help in the distraction department. "Sure, got all day if you need it... Lieutenant." Leonard had never seen the man before, so he had a feeling what this was about. "An' I'm Dr. Leonard McCoy, the CMO," he added as he extended his hand.

[into_the_skies]

"Lt. Adrian Phillips," he replied, grasping and firmly shaking the offered hand. He knew how this one went; he'd had plenty of physicals in his time with the Fleet. But he'd really had enough doctoring to last a lifetime. "I hate to bother you, but I need cleared for duty before the mission."

[my_god_man]

"One of the Elipson transfers, yeah? Sure then, if you'll just pick yourself a biobed, I'll get that set up." Leonard nodded back towards the main of Sickbay as he marked his place in the inventory. As the man walked off, he went over to a computer console to pull up Phillips' medfile and transfer the information to his PADD. He browsed over it as he notified his people what he was gonna be up to. First thing his eye caught was the rather steady influx of injury, culminating in one giant FUBAR in '54. Jesus, looked like he had another Jim on his hands.

The file also noted cases of treatment for STDs. Perfect.

He found Phillips on biobed three. "Just called up your medical file. Impressive assortment of injury you've got there...," he'd almost called him son, but then noticed the man was actually a few months older than him, "... fella. Talk to me a li'l 'bout these." Leonard in the meantime fetched a tricorder and synched that to his PADD.

[into_the_skies]

"Yeeeeah," Adrian said a little sheepishly, running a hand through his hair. "Don't look at me, man, I'd stop it if I could. Just seem to have a bit of a knack for dropping myself right in it." He shrugged and leaned in for a look at the padd, running down the list of past hospitalisations. "Bad fish...fell off a scaffolding...fell down a maintenance ladder...caught the flu off my brother...skateboard-related incident...barfight, barfight...away mission to Helios Minor...aaaand got my shuttle shot down by hostile natives over Doranda." He winced at the reminder of the last. Ten damn months he'd been out of commission after that.