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Post by belle on Jul 14, 2010 13:11:20 GMT -5
((This is the thread that I've been mentioning in the cBox once in a while; time for your physicals, guys (and girl)! The way this will work is when Belle has a patient, the thread is closed. Or at least the infirmary is. Other goings-on in the ship are welcome (some of you mentioned hiding from Belle...). The infirmary re-opens when the patient is done until the next one shows up. If you want it to be open for your posts, however, to allow for meddling from others that's fine XD. This doesn't take place in relation to any specific threads at this point. Also, I'll be starting with Elizabeta, since we planned it via PMs =3 So for the moment, Belle's shop is closed.))
Belle had gone over the procedures and details for a simple physical exam during her school days more times than she cared to count. She could do it with her eyes closed... during a test. For a grade. This was the first time she'd be casually checking up on the well-being of real people.
"This will be easy," she assured herself. No doubt all of them had been given a physical once before. In fact, some of them definitely had, being former military. But just to make absolutely certain that nothing would be awkward, she'd asked Elizabeta, the ship's other female crew member, if she wanted to go first.
So, Belle rolled out a cushy exam table, pulled up her stool, and waited for her first patient.
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on Jul 19, 2010 19:36:27 GMT -5
Elizabeta strolled towards the infirmary, hands in the pockets of her loose-fitting cream trousers. She hadn't been on the Axis long and the thought of free medical care seemed quite exciting to her after months of living rough among spaceport garbage. Elizabeta also looked forward to meeting another female member of the crew. She was beginning to believe she could smell the testosterone levels on the Axis.
She knocked on the door without apprehension, announcing herself cheerfully. "Belle? It's Elizabeta."
She waited for the door to open, running through the recent past in her head for anything the medic might need to know. Her diet had been poor, no doubt about that. Things were calming down on that front now she had a consistent source of food. She could stand to do a bit more exercise, too, to keep up the strength she once had. Still, these things were best left to the experts, and from the stories she had heard Belle seemed more than capable of coping with the myriad problems life on the fringes of legality offered.
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Post by belle on Jul 20, 2010 15:56:23 GMT -5
Elizaveta's relaxed demeanor helped a lot; more than Belle would admit to her. At least right now. Maybe later they could laugh about how nervous Belle had been for conducting her first physical exam of all things.
"Elizaveta," she greeted, keeping a relaxed smile. "Why don't we begin with height and weight?" Belle nodded in the direction of the scale with the height sensor beside it. "Go ahead and take off your shoes. After I get the reading, you can remove your outer clothing and have a seat on the table. This shouldn't take long."
Yeah, this was going to go perfectly. After her first patient, the rest should be a breeze, right?
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on Jul 20, 2010 18:07:09 GMT -5
Elizabeta nodded, unlacing her boots. It took a while. They were practical footwear for everyday activities, guaranteed not to fall off during hot pursuit should such be required, but not ideally suited to being removed in a hurry.
Pulling herself to her feet, the brunette padded over to the scale, keeping an eye on the height sensor. She was hoping all that zero gravity had given her an extra inch or two. Sadly, that had probably been around the waist, and Elizabeta pointedly ignored the weight scale while she waited for Belle to get the readings.
"Uh, Belle?" she asked. "By outer clothing, do you mean my jacket, or trousers and shirt too?" Elizabeta had no problem revealing all in front of a medical professional - she had worn her largest, most opaque granny knickers just in case - but it could be embarrassing if a misunderstanding led to her stripping when Belle was just expecting her to roll up a sleeve...
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Post by belle on Jul 20, 2010 18:36:16 GMT -5
"Oh, the trousers and shirt too, but that's all." she hadn't taken Elizabeta's jacket into account, and it suddenly occurred to her; she'd be seeing the rest of the crew in their undergarments... which included the captain. Belle's mind started to drift, but she managed to get a hold of herself and focus.
"I don't need to know your whole medical history, but if anything's been concerning you recently, be sure to mention it." She noted down Elizabeta's height (pretty normal) and her weight (slightly below normal, but with Lovino's cooking that was no concern), and then took a seat in her swiveling chair.
"How about blood-pressure first?" she asked, rolling over to her tool table and picking up a wrist-band with an electronic screen. Belle recalled one of her classes that was on the history of medical tools. Centuries ago they'd had to use some strange thing that required air to be pumped into it and for the doctor to count in their head; how impractical!
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on Jul 24, 2010 19:15:58 GMT -5
"Oh, the trousers and shirt too, but that's all."
Elizabeta nodded, obliging, and hopping up onto the table as indicated, leaning over slightly to try to peek at Belle's notes. She waited as the medic busied herself with the wrist-band. "Wouldn't be surprised if the blood pressure's a little higher than normal, Doc. It's hard for a girl to keep calm with the sheer amount of man-muffin on this crew." From timid Cheslav to fierce Ludwig, there certainly was a man to suit every taste on the Axis. And all completely off-limits if she was to maintain a professional relationship with the crew. Perhaps frustration was starting to get to Elizabeta. She needed a good girly conversation to let it all out.
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Post by belle on Jul 26, 2010 12:04:31 GMT -5
((lol, man-muffin))
Belle grinned in agreement.
"I know, it's like you can smell the testosterone in the air sometimes." She strapped the band to Elizabeta's wrist and let it count while they chatted. "You know, we haven't talked much since either of us joined the crew. I wouldn't mind the company if you're especially stressed out sometime."
The wrist band beeped, and Belle looked at the reading.
"Pretty normal," she assured her patient as she unfastened it. Next she picked up her pen-light. "Now let's have a look at your ears."
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on Jul 30, 2010 5:31:18 GMT -5
((sorry for late post - birthday kinda got in the way))
Elizabeta returned Belle's smile. "That would be cool." She swung her legs on the table as the medic reached for her next implement. "Nothing wrong with these ears, Doc. Need these for work. Always got to keep one open, you know?" Actually, she was itching for a bit of activity. She hadn't been... well, useful, to the Axis since she had joined the crew, and it was about time she started pulling her weight.
"I bet there's plenty to keep you busy here, right Belle?" Elizabeta asked, trying to keep still as the penlight moved in and out of her vision.
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Post by belle on Aug 5, 2010 12:10:14 GMT -5
Belle laughed as she pulled out the stethoscope.
"You can say that again! Between Gil's hang-overs and the captain coming in regularly for sanitizer I'm hardly ever able to sit still. Not to mention how much trouble Gilbert gets into whenever he leaves the ship." Belle shook her head. She really shouldn't be picking on Gilbert, trouble-maker though he was.
"Alright, take some deep breaths for me." Belle put the scope against Elizabeta's chest, right bellow the collar-bone so as not to make things awkward.
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on Aug 10, 2010 17:49:35 GMT -5
Gilbert. She hadn't had much to do with the man so far, but the name still struck a chord of apprehension within Elizabeta. Things just seemed to happen to, or around, or on top of him. He seriously needed some monitoring, that one. For his own good.
The stethoscope was cold against Elizabeta's chest. It reminded her that she was sat there with little to protect her from the elements, and she shivered involuntarily. She took a few breaths as instructed, hoping that Lovino hadn't put too much garlic in the pasta at lunch.
((sorry for short post))
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Post by belle on Aug 14, 2010 14:03:18 GMT -5
"All sounds good," Belle announced, smiling. "Now if you'll just lay down and let me poke around your stomach a bit, we'll be finished." She waited for Elizabeta to lay down and smiled, a bit ornery. "You're not ticklish, are you?"
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on Aug 30, 2010 15:24:06 GMT -5
Settling back on the examination table, Elizabeta replied candidly. "I have no idea. It's been a long time since someone tried." As Belle occupied herself with her checks, Elizabeta continued. "Quick work Doc. You'll get through the rest of the crew in no time. You call me if you need a hand restraining the Captain. Or if you need any permanent records. For medical purposes, of course." She laughed to signal a joke. The Captain would surely have her spaced without a second thought if she tried such a thing.
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Post by belle on Aug 30, 2010 19:31:51 GMT -5
Again, Belle laughed. Why didn't she talk with Elizabeta more often? This exam was actually turning out to be... fun!
"It's not the captain I'm concerned about restraining," she confided with a smirk. "He's such a germaphobe that I'm surprised he doesn't come in her for a check-up every single day. It's Gilbert and some of the others that I'm more concerned about cooperating." Belle smirked. "I'll probably take you up on that assistance offer if I'm right."
Belle stepped back, stripping off her gloves. "You've got a clean bill of health from me. Go ahead and re-dress, and if you see someone in the hall way, send 'em in. You were my first customer."
((OOC: Okay, the infirmary will be officially opened after Elizabeta's reply!))
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Post by Elizabeta Héderváry on Aug 31, 2010 19:10:05 GMT -5
"Thanks, Belle. Good to know the kit's all working." Elizabeta dressed, lacing up the boots last of all before straightening, brushing down her jacket as she did so. "We'll sort out that girly stress-buster soon." She smiled at the blonde and left.
Elizabeta had enjoyed chatting to Belle, and the poking and prodding hadn't been invasive. She actually felt rather relaxed after the examination. Maybe she would head to the lounge, grab something cool to drink and chill for a while. Also, there was sure to be someone there to send down to Belle.
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Post by siberia on Sept 8, 2010 0:31:57 GMT -5
Cheslav was sitting in a chair outside the infirmary when Elizaveta walked out, swinging his legs with a happy hum. He looked up and waved at her, smiling brightly before hopping down from his chair. Time for his check up! Has to admit, he's a little nervous about being poked and prodded by someone he barely knew, but that's okay! He could make new friends this way!
He practically skips in and smiles when he sees Belle, eyes glimmering.
"Hello, miss Belle! I'm here for my check u- er, physical!"
He struggles for a bit before climbing up onto the table, swinging his feet once more as he starts removing his jacket.
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