Gettin Shots
Gettin' Shots
Summary: Rian finally goes down to sickbay for her regulation shots.
Date: PHD #215, OOC:Fri Nov 20 2009
Related Logs: None
Players:
Rian..Dante..

The hatchway immediately opens into the larger room, though the muted blues of the room are complimented by the white sheets on the various beds lying at wait for any injured personnel, which are lain out in neat rows. Curtains are available around certain bed bays for examinations and privacy during them. Rows of lockers around the room are labeled in easy-to-read yellows that contain everything from surgical supplies to the basic items such as sterilized bandages. A counter to the Fore end of the room is the ships pharmacist and can dispense items like aspirin and ibuprofen to anyone who might need it. Behind the manned counter stands an electronically locked metal door that leads back to some of the more controlled pharmacological items. To the rear of the room is a specially designated and sealed 'clean area' for surgeries.

Guh. Inprocessing. There's -ALWAYS- more paperwork and while sure, the Kharon's newest trauma doctor hasn't had the chance to officaly report to his CO yet, there's still stuff to be done. The Sickbay is remarkably calm right now and Dante has claimed a desk for the meanwhile, filling out some forms and… yeah. He's done for now, midform. Standing up, he rolls his shoulders back, working out a kink in his back and reaching up to rub the back of his neck, muttering under his breath "…kill for some coffee…" Of course, given that there's no on really around to hear his complain, it's quite unlikely that said cofee will sponatenously appear before him.
Alas.

The hatchway opens with the echoing crack of the oversized metal door, disturbing the quiet of the sickbay. In steps a young woman clad in her light grey sweats and running shoes. Her breath is rhythmic and loud and with the shine of sweat on her face and brow it is clear she had been jogging. Pulling a towel that was tucked into her draw sting pants she wipes her face, shoulders rising and falling as she slows her heart rate. Finally dark eyes look around the place and she pulls the tiny earbud headphones from her ears and shuts off the digital player that's strapped to her shoulder. "Uh," she starts loudly, looking around trying to get someone's attention, "I was told rather sternly from the S2 that I was past due for my 'gods damn shots' and I was to…" Taking a few steps forward her glance comes to the doctor across the room. "Woah." She stops, stares.

Hearing the door opening, Dante glances towards the door with a wry grin as he hears the 'request'. Having already left the paperwork, Gods damn every last sheet of it, behind he finds this to be a rather welcome diversion. "Well, you happen to be in luck… god damn shots happen to be one of my specialities." He starts to move across the room towards Rian, giving her a glance over and then gives a little side-nod with his head. "Step into my parlor…"
Dante leads the way over to one of the beds, giving it a bit of gesture. "Have a seat here, Miss….?"

Wide brown eyes continue to stare as the doctor walks towards the bed, her jaw even dropping slightly. As he gestures to the bed her eyes snap back to attention, giving her head a slight shake, brows rising and falling. Going to the bed she hops up on it, moving back till the back of her knees touch the mattress. "Private Rian," she speaks robotically, giving a two fingered joking salute as her feet kick against the metal legs of the medical table.

There's a clipboard by the bed but Dante doesn't bother with it for the moment, one corner of his lips curling up lightly at the salute, just shaking his head lightly. Clearly this isn't a doctor that's really hard-nosed on the rank structure. "Should be able to get you out of here pretty quickly… what section are you assigned to, Private?" Dante picks up one of the clipboards by the bed, starting to scrawl on it. Of course, if anyone should glance at it, it's pretty undeciphriable since well… you know, he's a doctor. That's kind of a prerequistite.

Rian's watches as the doctor begins to smile, her own lips curling upward in reflection. A strange sensation these days when you find something to smile about. "I'm in the marine corps," she speaks, clasping her hands and putting them between her thighs, heavy boots swinging out and kicking idly. Her gaze turns rather hazy as she questions with a rather blank look on her face, "have you always been here?"

"Ahchmmm," Rian coughs, shakes her head causing dark bangs to fall over her face, "I meant, how long have you been on the Kharon, Doctor…" Eyes glance over his chest looking for a name badge, "?"

Dante scrawls a few more things on his clipboard and then sets it the side, stepping away from the bed to a series of folders hung on the wall, his back to Rian for the time being as he starts flipping through the folders,finally pulling out one and opening up, searching through the various outstanding medical orders for the Marine detachment. "Actually, this is only my second day…" he muses as he searches, but apparantly he does find Rian's orders, as he pulls out a single sheet and glances over it before returning to the bedside, setting it with the clipboard.

As he turns back to her, his gaze meets her own again. "I was on the Elpis when they came under attack… If the Kharon hadn't been there…" he pauses for a moment, "But here I am. And you? What's your story?" Alas, he does miss the subtle indication she's looking for his name, assuming it was just the question of how long he'd been there. If she's sneaky though, she can peek at the top of the clipboard to see his name…and his name… his name… well. It starts with an A. Maybe. Definatly maybe.

"Elpis huh?" Rian replies quickly, still not really knowing the proper way to react when people share their 'get out of death free' stories. Face remains forward, chin up but her glance goes to the right looking at the thing hanging curtain. "I was in training in the security hub when that mission came to a head. First real action for me as part of the marine corps. Learned a lot in a matter of hours. But that was weeks ago, how are they only putting you to work now?" A puzzled look comes over her features as she looks back to him.

Dante glances down at his clipboard, running down the list and making a check marks on the list and setting it to the side, gotten what he needs from it. "Relax Private… no need to sit on edge there." He turns away again, moving to one of the chests of drawers and opening it up, pulling out a syringe and setting it to the side, along with a little alcohal wipe. He gives a little nod as Rian tells her own story, "The Navy was never my plan, even when things… changed. Drifted from ship to ship, patching up people, till I wound up on the Elpis… signed up after that, but still had to go through basic and OCS…"He turns back to her, screwing a tube of a deep yellow fluid into the syringe. Eyebrows raise a little, "You don't have a problem with needles now, do you?" Regardless of the answer, he picks up his supplies and returns to her bedside.

Rian laughs softly, almost a bitter sound as the Doctor asks, "Needles are the least of my problems, you won't get any resistance from me." She moves her shoulder beneath the grey hoody, pulling her arm out and showing her green tank strap beneath. Bare shoulder brought up she looks away again, not wanting to stare at the metal tray of goods. "I'm not nervous, I'm just anxious to get moving. I'm not one to like sitting still for too long, keep moving, the time keeps moving." She waits for the needle prick.

Tearing open the little pouch, Dante starts wiping the skin in circular motions, getting rid of the sweat from her earlier physical activity and otherwise sterilizing the area. "Good… I'm not sure tackling you as you flee the sickbay would turn out well for me." Dante picks up the needle now, removing the cape from the metal tip. As she looks away, "Well, you'll be able to flee here in just a moment…and here we go…" A second later, the pretty marine feels the sting of the needle piercing her skin, just that slight little prick followed by a slight burn as the fluid is injected into her shoulder. A second or so later, there's the slight twinge as the needle is pulled free. "And you've survived to tell the tale…"

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