A day in the life

Posted on Sat Nov 9th, 2024 @ 4:43pm by Lieutenant Patrick Ryan M.D.
Edited on on Tue Nov 12th, 2024 @ 3:55pm

419 words; about a 2 minute read

Mission: A Silence of Friends
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: MD001 - 1600

Doctor Patrick Ryan’s typical day in the USS Thunderbird’s sickbay was steady and organized, a blend of routine exams, quiet consultations, and continuous observation of the ship’s medical data. Sickbay’s soft lighting, the quiet beeps of equipment, and the hum of sterilizers gave the place a calm, almost meditative atmosphere—one Patrick found refreshing in the otherwise bustling ship environment.

He began his day with patient rounds, checking in on crew members recovering from recent injuries or illnesses. Today’s cases were mostly minor—a crewman with a sprained wrist from an overambitious holodeck workout, an engineer with a mild plasma burn, and a junior officer recovering from a respiratory infection. Patrick took his time, speaking to each patient about their symptoms and recovery progress, his calm demeanor helping to reassure them that they were in good hands.

Between rounds, Patrick settled into his office to review crew medical files and update any routine check-ups on the schedule. These quiet moments allowed him to focus on maintaining comprehensive health records for each crew member, ensuring he could quickly respond to any health trends that might emerge aboard the ship. Today, he noticed a minor uptick in seasonal allergies among the crew, likely due to recent planetary missions. With a few quick notes, he planned to restock antihistamines and brief his team on the trend.

Mid-morning, a young ensign stopped by sickbay with a headache and mild dizziness. After a quick scan, Patrick diagnosed dehydration—a common side effect from skipping meals and rushing through shifts. He offered some sage advice about hydration, a quick hypospray, and a friendly reminder to take better care of himself, sending the ensign off with a smile.

Later, he took a few minutes in the lab, where he was running experiments on a newly synthesized medication from Starfleet Medical. It was a potential treatment for neural disorders, and he felt a personal interest in tracking its effectiveness. Reviewing test results and refining his notes, he found himself lost in thought, the lab’s quiet space conducive to reflection.

As the day wound down, Patrick spent the last part of his shift tidying up the files and preparing his handoff report for the evening medical officer. It was, in every sense, a normal day—no emergencies, no high-stakes decisions. But for Patrick, each shift held the satisfaction of quietly ensuring his crew’s health, knowing that every small action and careful observation contributed to the ship’s overall readiness and resilience.

 

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