Medical Department Check-In

Posted on Sat Apr 25th, 2026 @ 11:54am by Petty Officer 1st Class Leon Inaros & Lieutenant Dr. J.R McEntyre, M.D. F.F.C.S, F.C.E.P & Chief Warrant Officer Alexion Wylde

1,433 words; about a 7 minute read

Mission: Prologue: To Boldly Go
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: MD 13

ON:

The Sickbay was quaint. Though it more than met the needs of a Norway Class starship in J.R’s opinion. He had a list. Get his office unpacked and set up, requisition supplies and equipment that the ship may need or was missing and the most important thing was to meet his new staff.

He had pinged their PADDs for a morning meeting, nothing too formal. J.R hated formal. They were doctors first, officers second. He had met doctors still doing surgeries and procedures in their service dress uniforms. He always found that irksome. Blood, fluids, other things soaking what’s supposed to be office attire. J.R preferred to wear practical clothing. A scrub top with undershirt, practical pants with pockets, well worn shoes and a hoodie with the insignia of the Starfleet Medical Corps on the front breast. His commbadge on his scrub top.

He went out to the main sickbay with his large cup in hand, full of coffee. Coffee was lifeblood. He leaned against a biobed as he waited for his staff to report for duty for the day.

Alexion was also holding a mug as he moved into Sickbay, steaming hot and half filled with tea. His other hand was in his pocket and his features set in a stoic expression that almost verged on jaded. He nodded politely to the new chief though, coming to a stand still. "Doctor."

"Doctor," J.R nodded. "Alexion Wylde, I presume?" J.R asked picking up his PADD. "Volunteered '67, been a doctor 23 years. Instructor for 10 of them in General Med and Surgery. That's good, always in need of good chest cutters."

Alexion's eyebrows rose in actual surprise. He hadn't expected him to know him from the next uniform. The man did his research then, and likely always came prepared. That was a good sign. He nodded to him, confirming his vital statistics. "I've put some years in," he assured. And oh, didn't he feel them.

Nurse Leon Inaros stopped when he saw the two doctors, shifting a little where he stood. He had pushed his hair behind his ears, since it wasn't quite the length for him to tie it back. "Doctor..." he gave a nod, then looked at Alexion. "Doctor..." a hint of a smile came to him, at the doctor-doctor. He knew Doctor Wylde. And he had heard that the CMO had been transferred off, some sort of re-assignment due to her expertise. And this man, this tall Caitian with the glasses...he assumed was their new Chief Medical Officer.

"Mr...Inaros, Nurse. Former Marine Medic, served on the front. Glad to have your skill set."
J.R looked at both of them.

"Right, I'm John Ross McEntyre. Call me J.R. I'm a 20 years veteran of the Starfleet Medical Corps. I know my title says CMO, I prefer Ship's Surgeon. I'm glad to be here and I am looking forward to working with you. So, I'm going to just open it up to concerns and needs for the medical department if you have any, that way we can get squared away before we break port."

J.R opened the floor.

Alexion sipped his tea, but his lifted eyebrows gave away his surprise. The man was blunt, straight forward. He liked that...and could work with it. So long as his own surly nature didn't cause too many sparks. "How do you plan on dividing the shifts?" he asked the most immediate question that came to mind. He didn't like being locked into the same shift day after day. It became stale quickly.

"Attendings, such as yourself Dr. Wylde, will be on rotating schedules. I want to make sure everyone gets days and nights in even numbers. Residents will be on a 2 days on, one day off. Depending on staff rosters, it'll be either 12 or 8 hour shifts depending on our numbers. I'll try to give everyone their preferred schedules when I can but obviously it'll also depend on the needs of Sickbay. I will be always on-call as Department head. My office is always open for concerns and comments." J.R elaborated.

"Mr. Inaros, as Charge Nurse will write up the Nursing schedules and submit it to me. More than likely I'll rubber stamp whatever you come up with for your nurses." J.R continued.

"I'm decently sure we're meant to have a full compliment," Leon said quietly, not used to speaking up in front of officers. And the doctor before him was a superior officer. "Sir." He added the last on, lifting his chin a little...not out of any dissent, but more because it was a habit from his time as a Marine.

Alexion nodded lightly, both to the comment about the team numbers, and at the chief's plan. It was how he liked it. As a Vaeron who needed less sleep than some other races, he'd never minded 'nights'. He also liked that this chief hadn't come in and given a big old speech that was full of ego but no useful information....he'd worked with plenty of those kind of doctors. No, this chief was a practical man and to the point. Good. "We went through a joint training exercise with science a few days ago. We saved the pretend ship, you'll be pleased to know," there was a note of dry humour to the blunt words.

"And science didn't kill us all," Leon said lightly, and there was a hint of humour there too before he looked down, clearly struggling to find a balance between being an enlisted and the two doctors.

"Science not killing us all is good news. Rather not be dead this tour. I will also be speaking with you individually to get to know you a bit better and get a better picture of your working styles that this meeting may not cover."

J.R taps on his PADD.

"For now, our objective is to get Sickbay ready for whatever the galaxy throws at us. I'll need supply and inventory reports compiled and completed ASAP, I suspect we'll launch fairly soon. I'll have schedules to you within the half day at most. I'll also going to be reviewing the ship's medical logs and reports to catch up and I suspect I'll have some more questions after that. Is there any other questions we have?"

"I'll get the reports for you, Sir," Leon said with a nod. He had done them before, for the inspections, so redoing them would not be too big a step. And as the nurse, it felt...within his duties.

"Can...I ask what you specialise in, Doctor?" Alexion asked lightly, but not because he was suggesting that he had any weaknesses. It was just good know in the heat of everything exploding which parts of the job the chief could do with his eyes closed.

“Surgery is my primary field with additional specializations in Emergency Medicine, Endocrinology and Biomedical Engineering.” J.R elaborated for the two.

Alexion nodded firmly, relieved to hear it even if he would never admit it. Emergency Medicine meant he was the kind of doctor likely to get their hands dirty when the going got tough rather than linger in the lab. Not that he was in any position to judge other doctors. But that didn't mean he didn't. "I've heard doctors say 'let's hope we don't need it', but let's be honest...we will."

"I have no doubt that we will be needed. Beyond that I have nothing else for you." J.R nods as he concluded the meeting.

Leon looked at JR and then gave a nod. He was still adjusting to the regular Fleet after the Marines. It made standing here, speaking this way, almost feel like he was being disrespectful. But he knew he wasn't. "Then we make sure that when we are needed, we are ready...Sirs."

"Let's be about it then, gentlemen. Thank ya. I'll be in my office tackling the paperwork pile while I still have a chance" J.R nods as he heads towards his office.

Alexion pushed himself back up, quirking an eyebrow to Leon as he turned away. It was good to have a doctor that doctored in charge. Despite his default position usually being 'whatever, don't care', he found himself feeling a little lighter from the meeting.

OFF:


Dr. J.R McEntyre, M.D. F.F.C.S, F.C.E.P
Chief Medical Officer/Ship's Surgeon
U.S.S. Fenrir

Dr. Alexion Wylde
Medical
USS Fenrir
(PNPC Blake)

Nurse Leon Inaros
Medical
USS Fenrir
(PNPC Hanlon)

 

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