Yesterday, 09:21 AM
== Infirmary, Temporary NRC Nurse Covin Lyric ==
"I am well, all medical history considered. I do believe that is the appropriate colloquialism."
As expected the Vulcan answered Lyric's pleasantries stoically, without much affect. Though he used one of the polite responses of Human culture. The phrases they used to move along the conversation without providing an authentic answer to the inquiry, It had taken Lyric a few months to get used to when he first started working with them on the station.
"Yes, Sir, it is," the Bajoran answered warmly. "Though, we'll need to get more specific than that before we can decide if today is a good day to move forward with the procedure. But of course that is going to be up to the doctor. Please, have a seat." They stepped into the examination room and the nurse gestured to a biobed that was adjusted into an upright and seated position.
The nurse appeared to be in his mid-thirties and kept his sandy blonde hair a bit long on the top and neatly trimmed in the back. He was trim, though not noticeably fit. "I'll let the doctor explain more to you about the procedure when she comes in. It is not so much a protocol for Krynar Cerebral Probe Syndrome, as it is a specialized piece of equipment that one of the previous Chief Medical Officers left behind on the station for us to use. Anyway, I really shouldn't say too much. That's not my job. You will have to talk to the doctor about what she thinks she might be able to do. I do need to get your vitals though."
The nurse reached for a tricorder that had been staged near the biobed and held it in his hand, but waited for Ensign Powl's permission before proceeding.
== Tag ==
"I am well, all medical history considered. I do believe that is the appropriate colloquialism."
As expected the Vulcan answered Lyric's pleasantries stoically, without much affect. Though he used one of the polite responses of Human culture. The phrases they used to move along the conversation without providing an authentic answer to the inquiry, It had taken Lyric a few months to get used to when he first started working with them on the station.
"Yes, Sir, it is," the Bajoran answered warmly. "Though, we'll need to get more specific than that before we can decide if today is a good day to move forward with the procedure. But of course that is going to be up to the doctor. Please, have a seat." They stepped into the examination room and the nurse gestured to a biobed that was adjusted into an upright and seated position.
The nurse appeared to be in his mid-thirties and kept his sandy blonde hair a bit long on the top and neatly trimmed in the back. He was trim, though not noticeably fit. "I'll let the doctor explain more to you about the procedure when she comes in. It is not so much a protocol for Krynar Cerebral Probe Syndrome, as it is a specialized piece of equipment that one of the previous Chief Medical Officers left behind on the station for us to use. Anyway, I really shouldn't say too much. That's not my job. You will have to talk to the doctor about what she thinks she might be able to do. I do need to get your vitals though."
The nurse reached for a tricorder that had been staged near the biobed and held it in his hand, but waited for Ensign Powl's permission before proceeding.
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