Straightening her shirt, and making sure there was no blood on her knuckles, she entered into the massive Facility. Nodding at the male nurse who was stationed at the central position, she made her way to check on Andrew, who just got out of another surgery. Checking on the medical headboard, she noted that he was stabilizing. 

She leaned against his bed and let out a sigh of relief. 

Preston approached the biobed, padd in hand, “Doctor,” he nodded politely.  “He was in pretty bad shape when he arrived. Your friend is fortunate you got him to Bravo,” he replied, “we’ve been monitoring his vitals. I’m not sure I would call him stable, but he’s improving.” He padded the Physician, his padd, “The Breen tend not to leave people behind; you both are lucky.”

“We’ve escaped the Breen before….” pausing, “sorry your name is?” she asked reading over the padd. Nodding and listening, “He is very lucky,’ she took a deep breath trying to fight back the tears. “He is probably going to have something with his nerves after this, when that console exploded I thought he was gone for.”

“Preston Roberts,” the Ensign introduced himself. The rank really wasn’t needed. It was clearly noted on his collar. “I can’t imagine, but then I’ve only been out of the academy a very short time.” He paused for a moment.  “I am sure I don’t need to tell you, Doctor, there are several treatments that could help the Commander.  We need to get him healed up first.”

“Agreed. What is your specialty? Mine is Xenobiology and a couple of others… I am concerned with his nerves, mostly his neck. Prolonged non movement could lead to TOS, Thoracic Outlet Syndrome. So tell me Mr. Roberts, what is the best treatment for this?” Mr. Roberts knew how to do it, snap her back into business mode. 

“Your friend, if that is what he has, would be best served with some PT and possibly some anti-inflammatory medication. However, my first choice would be several rounds of PT.” He smiled, “And my specialty is in trauma nursing. Ma’am.”

“Sounds good. Drop the Doctor, only in times where formality dictates, call me Doctor, in relaxed times like this, call me Tris.” she paused for a moment. She heard a beeping console coming from the office. 

“You can take the Cadet out of the Academy, but you can’t take the Academy out of the Cadet,” Robert chuckled. “You’re not the first person here who’s told me to be less formal.” Robert folded his arms. ”A station this size is bound to have a good facility to care for the Commander’s needs. If not, we can put together a nice holodeck program. That, coupled with some rest, he will be just fine.”

She patted the biobed, and turned her attention to the beeping, “Where is that beeping coming from?” she said following it… coming into the office there was a blinking message from Starfleet Medical that there was the medicals due for officers and crewmembers. 

“Looks like our day has been planned out for us, starting with a Lieutenant Beryl Hammond…”

Beryl was just closing his eyes when his desk beeped. He pretended it was quiet, and rolled over. It beeped again. Silently fuming, Beryl threw the sheets off himself and got up. He had just finished a rough night shift in the docking bay control room. It had been a mad house, with an inordinate amount of ships coming and going, compounded by a persistent bug in the the communications relay. When the shift had ended, he’d practically run back to his quarters, taken a quick shower in the dark, and hopped into bed. That had been about 10 seconds ago.

Stabbing his index finger at the desk monitor, he pulled up the alert. Annual physical, due today. Why was this going off right now?! Beryl sleepily raged, before remembering it was actually morning, and his computer was trying to give him his daily schedule. Sighing, Beryl swiped his comm badge off the night stand and called medical.

“Hey good morning doc, this is Lieutenant Hammond. I have a physical this morning, but I just finished a night shift, I need sleep. Also I happen to be a doctor, so how about I just send you my own report and we call it good?” Beryl was about to double tap the comm badge again to end the conversation, when he got a reply.

“Hello Lieutenant Hammond, go ahead with your rest, but do come in your for your physical. Starfleet Medical doesn’t want Physicians to be doing their own Physicals. Atleast without a witness. If I am not here there will be another medical officer on duty who can assist. Thank you.” she tapped on her combadge. 

Preston watched the unfolding communication. It was not uncommon for most Officers to put off doing their physicals; many had to be forced into sickbay kicking and screaming. Typically, it was Captains and command-level Officers, but Preston supposed it wasn’t limited to just that. He turned and started to prep a med bed for the Lieutenant’s arrival.

She noted it in the file that Lt. Hammond would be in later. “They are tools that a physician can use to block services and duty Preston, eventually they will come in for their physicals. But giving people the benefit of the doubt is a good thing.”

Medicals are due every quarter, though it is a relatively busy time, Tris felt the need to keep on schedule with them.