10 hours ago
(This post was last modified: 10 hours ago by Micah Ellis.)
Long shifts were nothing new to those who had dedicated their lives to medicine and aiding the needy. Hours of boredom could stretch on, but Micah had learned early on to treasure those moments of ennui. In this line of work it rarely lasted, and when the excitement hit, it generally meant someone's life was on the line.
But then, that is what he had signed up for a long time ago.
Coupled with the long hours, Micah had been surprised just how much minutia accompanied working on a Starship - as a junior medical officer, he was responsible for not only his charts, recordings and logs, but also ensuring that his old habits weren't seen as BAD habits, that he was meeting the standards of his new superiors and doing things the way they wanted, and most importantly to him, that he was contributing meaningfully.
Truthfully, Ellis had chafed under the oft need to alter his routine, but he had eventually reconciled that if he was to benefit from Starfleet's resources, training and opportunities, he had to let the adventure seeking 'disaster doc' thing that had defined him for so long go. He no longer could run into every crisis within a 50 light year radius, and that meant doing things the way Starfleet wanted them done. He was legit now. He signed up for this - minutia included.
Sadly though, all of the changes had seemingly resulted in a side effect that he hadn't anticipated - or maybe it was that he wasn't as young as he once was - but since beginning his Starship rotation on the Yeager, he often arrived back at his quarters completely exhausted. It had gotten better over the last few weeks as he acclimated to ship board life and the new demands thereof, but this night, like many others before it lately - he had barely hit his rack before he was sacked out. Later, he would look back on just how well he had been sleeping before he was brazenly awoken by an alert tone. He was needed in Sickbay. Apparently a mass casualty incident had occurred. That old excitement that he both loathed...and loved returned.
Micah had bounded from his bed and rushed out into the hall, only stopping long enough to tie his long braided hair behind his head and out of his way. It wasn't until he had almost arrived at Sick Bay that he realized he had forgotten to put on his boots, though He honestly probably would have forgotten his shirt also if he hadn't been wearing it when he passed out.
Oh well. Barefoot Doc it is. Maybe things haven't changed so much after all.
Ellis entered the bay, and was immediately struck by how many trauma cases were already here. He had only been on the ship a small amount of time, and knew very few people outside of those he worked with directly, but their faces - all their faces - were familiar to him. He helped one young enlisted woman onto a cot in the overflow triage area, and then noted a very young looking midshipman's body that was lying unmoving on the surgical table.
Micah spared a thought for him. He wished he had learned his name. He always wished he just knew their names.
Snapping his attention back to the people he COULD help, he placed a couple more people into triage as best he could - handing a medical hypo or response kit to nurses and emergency personnel as he came to them, or offering a bit of advice or a hand as it was needed. He realized the triage was running as best it could, whether he was there or not, and he turned his attention to see if he could find Chief Cassidy. He was happy to just jump in, but he was part of a machine now - he needed to be where he was needed.
It was then the dark skinned human saw his boss, and the pained look and obvious injury on the broad-shouldered man stopped Micah momentarily in his tracks. The pause was not for long though, and Ellis quickly made his way over to him.
"Hey. Chief. Heyyy." He placed a gentle hand on the bigger man's arm and he narrowed his view in an effort to meet Cassidy's gaze, "Hey there man. Let me see you." He did his best to effect a gentle, yet firm concern into his voice, not knowing if Pax might be suffering from shock, or worse an injury that wasn't so obvious.
"Chief, hey man, it's Micah." He glanced around quickly, and then took the muscular cyborg by the arm, taking on as much of his weight as the man would give him, urging him to move along with him to an examination table. Micah worried about possible TBI's and how they might interact with the man's cybernetics. Or even the possibility that something was ruptured or malfunctioning internally.
"Chief Pax, I need to take a look at you brother. All kinds of things might be going on, and the quicker I see what's happening inside that big ol' body o' yours, the better you'll be to take over this clown show?" He shot the man a warm, half jokey smile, but his grey eyes betrayed his attempt at levity with concern. "You with me?"
==tags Pax et al (first post on Micah! Glad to be here!) =
But then, that is what he had signed up for a long time ago.
Coupled with the long hours, Micah had been surprised just how much minutia accompanied working on a Starship - as a junior medical officer, he was responsible for not only his charts, recordings and logs, but also ensuring that his old habits weren't seen as BAD habits, that he was meeting the standards of his new superiors and doing things the way they wanted, and most importantly to him, that he was contributing meaningfully.
Truthfully, Ellis had chafed under the oft need to alter his routine, but he had eventually reconciled that if he was to benefit from Starfleet's resources, training and opportunities, he had to let the adventure seeking 'disaster doc' thing that had defined him for so long go. He no longer could run into every crisis within a 50 light year radius, and that meant doing things the way Starfleet wanted them done. He was legit now. He signed up for this - minutia included.
Sadly though, all of the changes had seemingly resulted in a side effect that he hadn't anticipated - or maybe it was that he wasn't as young as he once was - but since beginning his Starship rotation on the Yeager, he often arrived back at his quarters completely exhausted. It had gotten better over the last few weeks as he acclimated to ship board life and the new demands thereof, but this night, like many others before it lately - he had barely hit his rack before he was sacked out. Later, he would look back on just how well he had been sleeping before he was brazenly awoken by an alert tone. He was needed in Sickbay. Apparently a mass casualty incident had occurred. That old excitement that he both loathed...and loved returned.
Micah had bounded from his bed and rushed out into the hall, only stopping long enough to tie his long braided hair behind his head and out of his way. It wasn't until he had almost arrived at Sick Bay that he realized he had forgotten to put on his boots, though He honestly probably would have forgotten his shirt also if he hadn't been wearing it when he passed out.
Oh well. Barefoot Doc it is. Maybe things haven't changed so much after all.
Ellis entered the bay, and was immediately struck by how many trauma cases were already here. He had only been on the ship a small amount of time, and knew very few people outside of those he worked with directly, but their faces - all their faces - were familiar to him. He helped one young enlisted woman onto a cot in the overflow triage area, and then noted a very young looking midshipman's body that was lying unmoving on the surgical table.
Micah spared a thought for him. He wished he had learned his name. He always wished he just knew their names.
Snapping his attention back to the people he COULD help, he placed a couple more people into triage as best he could - handing a medical hypo or response kit to nurses and emergency personnel as he came to them, or offering a bit of advice or a hand as it was needed. He realized the triage was running as best it could, whether he was there or not, and he turned his attention to see if he could find Chief Cassidy. He was happy to just jump in, but he was part of a machine now - he needed to be where he was needed.
It was then the dark skinned human saw his boss, and the pained look and obvious injury on the broad-shouldered man stopped Micah momentarily in his tracks. The pause was not for long though, and Ellis quickly made his way over to him.
"Hey. Chief. Heyyy." He placed a gentle hand on the bigger man's arm and he narrowed his view in an effort to meet Cassidy's gaze, "Hey there man. Let me see you." He did his best to effect a gentle, yet firm concern into his voice, not knowing if Pax might be suffering from shock, or worse an injury that wasn't so obvious.
"Chief, hey man, it's Micah." He glanced around quickly, and then took the muscular cyborg by the arm, taking on as much of his weight as the man would give him, urging him to move along with him to an examination table. Micah worried about possible TBI's and how they might interact with the man's cybernetics. Or even the possibility that something was ruptured or malfunctioning internally.
"Chief Pax, I need to take a look at you brother. All kinds of things might be going on, and the quicker I see what's happening inside that big ol' body o' yours, the better you'll be to take over this clown show?" He shot the man a warm, half jokey smile, but his grey eyes betrayed his attempt at levity with concern. "You with me?"
==tags Pax et al (first post on Micah! Glad to be here!) =