trans_9 | If You Need a Doctor, I'll Examine Every Inch of You [Phys Evals; Open]

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If You Need a Doctor, I'll Examine Every Inch of You [Phys Evals; Open]

Ever since the medical briefing on the comms, the medical bay staff has been preparing for an influx of appointments for physical evaluations, as well as a few walk-ins. After that, the hunt will be on for those who've been skipping such appointments.

A few of the staff members are going about their regular duties, expecting patients or simply biding time at the coffee machine until they're called on.

[OOC: please state the name of which med character(s) you want to administer the evaluation in the header to your comment. If you're fine with anyone tagging in, please indicate so. Available characters are Sakura, Howard, Dr. Faiza Hussain, Soren and Dr. Carson Beckett.]

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"In that case give me a minute to come up with a better bullshit explanation," Mindy shot back, not being able to help but smile. Thank god it was Howard: if she'd had a friend back home, she'd prefer it to be someone like him. But they would get to the real culprit of her blood pressure later.

She opened her mouth willingly. At least dad had made sure she kept good hygiene.

Howard peeks in. "Did you ever have your teeth broken or something?"

Have her teeth broken? Well, chipped at the most. No one actually had broken any yet, and if it ever DID happen...well, they would be losing appendages accordingly, assuming she let them live.

"Nah, just a chip or two," she said. "Pretty good about keeping them intact."

"One of them back there's chipped. How'd that happen?" Howard moves over to check inside her ears with the flashlight.

Mindy wracked her brain. "Bike spill when dad took the training wheels off. Guess I wasn't as ready as I thought, you know? Hit the curb pretty hard."

Granted, she actually DID do that, but it had nothing to do with a chipped tooth. No, that belonged exclusively to a very dead Frank D'Amico.

Howard squints into his little ear-checker-thingery. "You have scarring on the inside of your ears. Do you shoot guns?"

"Scarring on the inside of..." Shit. "No, dad does...did, whatever. But I'd go with him to the shooting range, and even when he wasn't, he'd hunt. You can't wear headphones all the time."

"Your dad fires rifles right next to your head?" Howard waves his hand about a food next to Mindy's head, approximating about where the gun would have to be.

"Yes?" Mindy said, sighing. "Look, its not that important, with the gun thing is it? I mean, its not gonna hurt me in the long run or anything, dad's not on the ship. What else do we have to check on?"

"I'm just noting anything weird I come across, is all." Howard checks her eyes. He walks around to behind her. "Okay, I promise I'm not a creep or anything, and if you'd rather have Sakura do this that's fine, but I need you to lift up the back of your shirt."

And this was where things weren't going to really be able to be covered up at all. Aside from Howard, she didn't want ANYONE to know what was going on, and at least this Howard guy didn't seem like a blabbermouth.

"I'm not that shy," she said, but of course, it wasn't the naked back that had bothered her at all. No, it was, when lifting the shirt, the set of scrapes and faded scars that were present there. One was recent acquired from the robot attack, and there were fading bruises from the Overlord's wrath.

She leads an active lifestyle?

"...Whoa."

Howard uses his stethoscope to listen to her lungs. It's a courtesy. He's giving her enough time to think up a watertight excuse. "Breathe deep."

Yeah, that was just about the reaction she was expecting. She could probably come up with some lie about this, but honestly, there had been a reason she chose Howard. She could be honest by being vague, and that was just about all he would need, right?

She did what he asked for the moment though, breathing in to see how her lungs were working.

"Okay, your lungs are fine. And you didn't get all these scars on the ship, or you'd have a file here already. What's up, kid?"

Well at least that was working. As for everything else...

"Let's just say that there's a reason I don't go through med bay when I have an injury. Though that's actually true: half of these scars aren't from the ship. They're from where I used to live. There, I had work to do, hence the scars."

Vague enough?

"Why? What do you think we'll do at Med Bay? Because seriously, if you think we're about to do something for your own protection, you have way too much faith in us."

"Anonymity, for one thing" she said, "and for another, I have a healer most of the time, for my injuries. It doesn't happen too...well, not often enough that I need to go to med bay anyway. Not that I think anyone is going to make me stop doing what I do, but I kinda can;t take any chances."

"Why not?" That, to Howard, has a more interesting answer than just straight out asking what it is that she does.

"People have a tendency to die," Mindy answered bluntly, "and no matter how advanced these people here think they are, there's still shit they aren't comfortable with. I'll be honest with you: I know why the ship of guts chose me, and I have a job to do. I just can't go around telling people what it is."

"Your healer might die too." Not that Mindy hasn't already thought of that, probably. "I'm going to need you to give me a history of all the injuries you've had."

He listens to her heartbeat.

"Doubtful," Mindy said. "The healer is pretty much attached to the person that's here, and unless that person gets podded there's not a real big chance they're gonna die anytime soon."

She could see the Overlord in the back of her mind laughing at the thought.

"Uh, can you just do an X-ray? I've kinda had a lo of injuries, even I don't remember them all."

"Superman died." Howard shrugs. "But suit yourself."

He gestures to a scanner. "Yes, but it's not going to show anything that isn't bone damage. In case there's another melting clock fiasco I need to know any times you got skewered or anything too."

"Superman died because he does what Superman does: save people," Mindy said, not before Howard saw her making a very slight motion akin to the sign of the cross. While Mindy was not religious, she always had respect for a fallen hero, and that was the closet she could get in giving him recognition.

Damn. "Well, there was the time I sprained my ankle when those robots were around, the time recently I got my ass handed to me by the Ov-uh, certain person, the time I got shot in the shoulder but that happened three times so no point in going into that. OH, and there was that fucking crazy guy that was going after Sasami that time, he was pissed when I didn't tell him where she was and got me good..."

She could go on and on, Howard.

Howard rolls his eyes a little at Mindy's cross. As far as he concerned Superman was just being dumb. Not that Howard doesn't appreciate being saved, but he also doesn't see the point in revering heroes for ignoring Rule #1 (look out for yourself first).

"So, aside from the fact that your life is completely crazy, you're in perfectly good health?"

Mindy notices the eyeroll and grins. "Look, say what you want, its still fucking Superman. I never said he wasn't an idiot, but what did you expect? Guy was a boy scout."

She shrugged. "Pretty much. I don't have weak bones or anything stupid like that, obviously. I'm pretty healthy."

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