Medical File for Verek

Verek walked into the Sickbay. Somehow it was smaller than he thought it would be, even knowing the exact dimensions. There were minimal crewmen in at the time, as most of the crew were still being gathered from the planets surface. Verek walked over to a wheeled counter, and picked up a medical tricorder. He was pretty sure he knew what the checkup would entail and was confident he could do it himself. He only skimmed the humanoid medical classes, and wasn't as able a healer as he felt he could have been, but regardless, his knowledge in biology helped him with his plant experiments, and that's all he could ask for. Setting the tricorder down, he walked over to a biobed, leaned up against it and folded his arms, waiting for the next medical crewman to come over so he could get his checkup over with.

[Deck 2, Sickbay, USS Rhode Island]
[January 11, 2387]
[1135 HRS]

Verek walked into the Sickbay. Somehow it was smaller than he thought it would be, even knowing the exact dimensions. There were minimal crewmen in at the time, as most of the crew were still being gathered from the planets surface. Verek walked over to a wheeled counter, and picked up a medical tricorder. He was pretty sure he knew what the checkup would entail and was confident he could do it himself. He only skimmed the humanoid medical classes, and wasn't as able a healer as he felt he could have been, but regardless, his knowledge in biology helped him with his plant experiments, and that's all he could ask for. Setting the tricorder down, he walked over to a biobed, leaned up against it and folded his arms, waiting for the next medical crewman to come over so he could get his checkup over with.

Fletcher heard the door to Sickbay open, but had not heard any of the staff welcome the newcomer. He sighed, pulled his feet off of his desk, and put the report he was writing down onto his desk. He smoothed his uniform and stepped out of his office into the main Sickbay.

"Good Afternoon," he asked, forcing a small smile. "I'm Dr. Fletcher McNeil. How can I help you?"

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