It's Not the Years, It's the Mileage

Posted on Fri Jul 5th, 2019 @ 5:03pm by Lieutenant Commander Calvin Morgan & Lieutenant Aleksander Voroshilov

Mission: Getting To Know You
Location: Sickbay

Aleksi got a rather curt, possibly rude, message from his new boss, potential warden, that he was due for his medical check-up. It was a shame really,sharing drinks with the very lovely tender of bars and he was called away before he could make dinner plans. It was urgent she said, but also routine. This of course meant she wanted to verify that he would prove no risk to the crew. He also suspected that he'd be visiting the shrink right after. It didn't upset him, he would have done the exact same thing in her shoes.

Making his way through the threshold of sickbay Alexi was all smiles as he waved down the nearest officer, "Excuse me miss, could you direct me to where I might find Doctor Morgan?"

Calvin sat in his office, his boots up on the corner of his desk, one arm behind his head, and the other holding a cup of black coffee. He looked at his lab coat and uniform coat, which hung in the corner as he contemplated his newest patient. He couldn't see his service jacket, but his medical records, or what parts that weren't blacked out, told him enough. "Intriguing," he muttered to himself, moving his hand from behind his head to pick up a PaDD.

Aleksi followed the Ensign’s pointed finger to an office in the corner. With a warm thanks and a wink he was off to the Chief Butcher’s office. Poking his head in, watching Calvin pick up the PaDD, he smirked, “Get to the part where the Klingon surgeon had to yank some pipe fragments from my rear end yet?” The Intelligence officer to a seat across from the doctor. He had every desire for this discussion to be open Kimono, and for his entertainment, uncomfortably so, “Riveting story about why disruptors and reactors don’t mix.”

"If you believe that's enough to even make my eyebrow raise, you obviously haven't seen my top ten for things pulled out of asses," He replied with a smug look, looking up at his checkered patient. With boots sliding off the table, he stood to his full height while quickly giving the man the once over. He instinctively went to push up his sleeves, which the teal was already bunched up above his elbows as he walked out into the bay pointing at a bed, "Please have a seat. Aleksander, yes?"

"Fortunately that's the only thing I've needed to be pulled out of mine," Catching the look, Aleksi sensed a proud man, someone with supreme confidence in their work. Following the doctor out to one of the beds, he took a seat with a smile still on his face. The sterile environment made him a tinge uncomfortable, but not some much to show it, "And yes, that is me."

"Fantastic. I'm Calvin, or Doc if you prefer. I'm going to be blunt, I've gotten the sense that you come with a warning label. Whether you deserve it I do not know. I don't care for politics, problems, or to be honest, the news, so if I'm supposed to know your name, I don't. So whatever you did to get your red flag I don't care. What I do care about is your well being." He stopped at the console to activate the bio bed and begin the initial scans of his new patient.

He typed away as he continued, "I know it might be hard for you to give straight honest answers being in intelligence, what an oxymoron of a department name, but if you're straight with me, I'll be straight with you. And your baggage is neither here nor there." He finished his introduction with no malice or chastising, but with earnest bluntness, trying to set an even playing field for both of them.

Aleksi laughed at his statement about not reading the news. Clearly if he did, he would find Aleksi's occupation a bit more trustworthy, "I have no intentions of lying doc," The over explanation given by Calvin told him that either the doc thought it was necessary for some obscene reason, or the man did indeed give at least some care what he did. Either way Calvin gave him an opening, "But if we are being straight I really don't see our roles as being too dissimilar, whatever your prejudices of my career fields are. We both dispense truths no one wants to hear and proscribe remedies no one wants to take."

Calvin cocked his head slightly to think about it, and gave a chuckle. "Have to say you are pretty spot on with that assessment," He agreed as he walked around the console grabbing the medical tricorder on his way. "Any aches, pain, changes in problems, symptoms since your last physical?" He asked getting the tricorder ready.

"My last one was only about four months ago, the only complaint is my left shoulder. Not the worst ache, but it's there," During his involuntary vacation he had picked up rock climbing as a brief hobby, enjoying it well enough until his body reminded him that scaling mountains is not something he should be doing, "Beyond that my symptoms are about where they've always been. I probably need to run more and not eat as many fatty foods, as much as I love a good porterhouse covered in butter," He was by no means unfit, but spending a year with Marines really puts your self-image into question.

Calvin shrugged, "I can't preach good eating if I don't want to be a hypocrite." He began scanning his patient, starting at the head, explaining different things as he waved the probe or physically checked. When he got down to the shoulder he stopped for a moment. "Do you do any PT or stretches to help the shoulder?"

“Nothing organized, just stretching it when it feels stiff,” He’d dealt with minor pains here and there throughout his career, only mentioning them in conjunction with some major injury. But if the doc wanted honesty he was going to get it, “Or in some amount of pain.”

"Is it hurting now?" He questioned continuing on with the evaluation. He muttered to himself sometimes, and other times out loud to explain what he was doing. He was methodical, like he had practiced the routine many times before this one.

"Not at the moment," Aleksi watched the man from the corner of his eye, wondering what he was looking for. Nothing new, his medical bio was fairly accurate before the Norwich incident and very much so after.

"Come see me the next time it hurts, I'll see what I can do for it. No medications, just some proper stretches, pop some things back into place," He offered as he closed up the tricorder. "Well you're consistent with your last medical, which is good but still nice to check. Can't trust doctors, they're crazy," He said, twirling his finger next to his head. He tapped away some things into a PaDD. "Any questions?"

"We're all crazy doctor, it's only the sanest ones who admit to it," Aleksi stood up smiling, "And I plan to, pain is not one of those things I find fun," He offered his hand, "And I think I'm good Doc."

He shook Aleksi's hand, a firm handshake, a good sign of a man to Calvin. "Fantastic. Also another offer, I'm guessing we have similar off duty activities. If you're ever hurting from a late night let me know, I cure hangovers quite well," He said with a wink. He grabbed his equipment and stepped aside to let his patient leave.

"That I will probably make use of," Aleksi nodded to the man before walking off. This had been a rather pleasant experience as far as doctor visits went. He'd have to keep a note of the hangover cure and perhaps invite the doctor to share a hangover causer at some point.

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Lieutenant Aleksander Voroshilov
Chief Intelligence Officer
USS Astraea

Lt. Calvin Morgan
Chief Medical Officer
USS Astraea