Atrian Waterford

"Prognosis" Joint Log - Lepage, Swan, Waterford Stardate 0707.13 Swan is laying on the biobed still unconcious. Her vitals still not up to par but seem to be improving slighty with the work of the Aegis Doctors. Nicolas stood over the Tamarian woman checking her vitals. He noticed with a satisfied "hrumph" that she was stabilizing. He looked at Atrian. "She seems to be doing better, I hope we'll be able to wake her up soon. There are a lot of people who'd like to ask her a question or two." Atrian looked up from the patient "Well, we might be able to risk it soon. Be a shame to have her condition deteriorate just to have a little Q&A." Nicolas looked at the woman and considered her for a moment before checking the console for the Brain Circuitry pattern. It started to look normal again, the brain function wasn't something they'd have to be concerned about. What he worried about were the internal bleedings she had sustained in the crash. They had been able to get them under control, and he intended to keep it that way. The stabilization process showed that their efforts were finally starting to pay off. "The Bioregenerative Field should take care of most of the injuries. She shows typical trauma for such a crash." Waterford nodded, making a few annotations to his patient notes on his PADD. "So...no other treatment for now?" She did appear to be out of the worst of the trouble. Maybe it was best to let the field do the work for a few hours. "Some metorapan, and I think that's all we can do for her for now. We'll keep an eye on the rate of the cell growth. If this doesn't work the way we plan we can discuss more procedures later. She seems to be through the worst of it, so we'll leave it at that for now." Nicolas adjusted the Biogenerative Field, loaded a hypospray with metorapan and injected the Tamarian woman with it. Swan takes a deep breath and lets out a loud but audible moan, as if she is still in some pain. She does though open her eyes slightly and then clinches then close shut tightly do to the brightness of the light. She starts to move her hand towards her face to cover her eyes, and cringes once more replacing it back on the bed beside her. Her muscles still hurting from all of the trauma from the crash. Atrian didn't seem to notice the patient's movements at first as he typed on his PADD. However, he slowly began to sense the awakening consciousness of the woman lying on the biobed. "Nick..." He motioned toward the patient with a sideways nod with his head. "She's awake." Swan turned her head to the left trying to get away from the light that was hurting her eyes. Even though it hurt she did, this time, move her hand and placed it over her eyes to shield them. Nicolas was busy monitoring her on the console. With a start he looked up at Atrian and then to the patient. He nodded to Atrian and then said in a low voice: "Try not to move, you've been in a shuttle crash. But don't worry you're safe now. We're doctors." He stopped here not wanting to confuse her with too much information. She lowers her hand slightly at the sound of Nick's voice. "Why not so bright the lights?" "Computer, dim the lights by 50%. I'm sorry, we can't dim them anymore, I hope this will suffice." He turned to Atrian, please do a full body scan again. Swan slowly moves her hand away from her face. She opens her eyes slowly. To Nick she replied, "Better much. " She lets out a soft sigh and cringes again with the expansion of her rib cage. Pocketing his PADD, Atrian unholstered his medical tricorder. He looked at the patient, trying to cover his feelings of surprise and anxiety with a face of confidence and compassion. "I'm going to take a few scans." He tried to grin slightly, with the hopes of alleviating her tension. Taking out the peripheral scanning device, he waved it methodically over the female's body, keeping an eye on the scans that were appearing on the tricorder itself. She just looked and gave a single nod. Observing the patient closely he noticed that she must be in pain. He loaded another hypo with metorapan and injected it. "The pain should get better soon." Swan looked back to Nick and gave a small grin to let him know she acknowledged his statement but then closed her eyes once more and allowed Atrain to complete his scanning. Nick stood beside the bed, observing Atrian who was finishing the scans. Waterford glanced up from the scanner, though he continued to wave the device over the patient. "Well, there's been some progress in her condition. The surgery was supposed to take care of the internal bleeding, and it apparently has. The superficial wounds are beginning to heal..." Waterford passed the scanner over the patients head a few times quickly, "and that concussion is beginning to subside." The CMO nodded briefly. "We should allow her some more rest. The bioregenerative field should take care of the worst. What do you think?" Atrian responded with a quick nod, "Yeah, the field should work fine." Swan opens her eyes once more glancing between the two doctors. She wasn't sure whether to be scared or thankful to them. They seemed to want to help, and didn't seem to intend to do her any harm. She smiled at them both and again taking a deep breath, this time it seemed a bit easier for her. She then closed her eyes and began to do just as Nick suggested, to rest. Nick took a quick glance at the patient's vitals. Satisfied he turned to Atrian. "Let's let her sleep for now. We should keep a close eye on her vitals, though. I think tomorrow she'll be ready for a brief talk to the captain." "Alright." He returned the peripheral to the tricorder, pocketing the device. Glancing down at the patient one final time before leaving, Atrian stepped away from the biobed, giving his patient a chance to rest.

Venoms Joint Log - Ens. Anderson and Ens. Waterford Stardate 0707.13 Kevin was on his way to sickbay, PADD in one hand, sunglasses in the other. He really should return them to Dr Waterford while he was there to brief whoever would be going on the away mission with them. This time the lights weren't so bright he thought as he entered sickbay. Standing in the back of sickbay, Atrian finished sterilizing the equipment used in the morning's surgery. The Tamarian's procedure had been successful, but he wasn't sure how she'd completely recover. She was stable for the moment though, and that's what mattered. Kevin looked around and told the nurse who asked him if she could help him that he was just waiting for someone and then hopped on the biobed and wondered how long it would take Nurse Waterford to see he was there. Atrian turned, placing his equipment back on the surgical cart, when he noticed someone seated on a nearby biobed, "Hello there, what can I do fo...oh, it's just you." He grinned slightly, continuing to put the tools back where they belonged, "What do you need?" "Excuse me nurse, I think I might report your beside manners to your chief." Kevin grinned broadly. "Well, I owe you a pair of sunglasses, thanks a lot for them." He handed them over. "And I was wondering if you knew who's going on the away mission with us science guys." Atrian's expression was reduced to a smirk. Har. Har. Nurse Waterford. He raised his hand to above the level of his chin, "That'd be me." He reached for the glasses, pocketing them before continuing, "Is that what this is about, the away mission?" "Yes indeed, I get to brief you. We might encounter some poisonous stuff I thought you might like to know about that" He kept sitting on the biobed, took a medical tricorder and started to scan himself. "You can actually see something on these?" Atrian shook his head, "Well...yeah..." He moved toward the biobed, swiping it out of his hands, "Doctors only though," he mockingly scolded, placing some added emphasis on 'Doctors'. "So, poisonous stuff. Flora or fauna?" Kevin shook his head, doctors were far too possessive. "Both most likely, hard to say what exactly we're going to meet. You might wanna check that thing again, I think it said I was pregnant." He flipped over the device, running a few test scans. "Well, it's either broken, or you are in fact pregnant." He looked back up at Kevin, "I'll bring this down to engineering later...but you might want to come up with a list of baby names...just in case." He suggested with a smirk. "Anyway…we really don't have broad-spectrum anti-venoms. So if someone goes down...I can maybe treat the symptoms, depending on their severity, but it'd be your job to isolate the poison so I can come up with a makeshift antidote." "Well, I have rich family members, children get named after those, right? About the venoms, isolating a venom will take a while, so we'd better make sure not to get bitten or stung." "That would be my professional recommendation." He grinned wryly. "But...I'd bring some sort of collection kit along, just in case." Kevin hopped off the biobed. "That sounds good, I'll see you at 0900 sharp in the shuttle bay." Atrian nodded. "0900," he repeated, as if to say "I'll be there." Stepping back, me moved toward the back of sickbay, beginning to assemble a few things for the trip. Kevin waved and strode out of sickbay, now he needed something to eat.

"Bright Lights" Stardate 0706.07 A joint log by Ensign Kevin Anderson and Midshipman Atrian Waterford Kevin was lying on the bed in his quarters feeling a bit under the weather. His head had started hurting when he got back from the away mission. It probably was nothing more than a mild cold but his head was killing him by now, he should probably stop by SB. So he got up, dressed and made his way to the TL, the light was way too bright for his taste. He entered the TL with a couple of crewmates who were in his opinion way to loud. "Deck 16." If only the headache would stop. He felt his throat, he never really knew why he still did that because he never really felt anything anyway. Kevin exited the TL on deck 16 and walked down the corridor towards SB. The lights were awfully bright there, too. Brighter still were the lights in sickbay, where Atrian sat at his desk, keeping busy with a stack of overlooked medical reports. Occasionally he'd consult a PADD on his desk for reference, but he did most of the work from memory. Consumed in the repetitive nature of his task, Atrian didn't notice a figure enter sickbay. Kevin took a moment to look around and then saw a fellow blueshirt sit at a desk doing some paperwork. He walked over to the doctor and stood in front of the desk. "Sorry doc, think you could help me out?" Atrian made a few, final annotations to a report before looking up. "Sure thing." He stood up, stretching out his arms, weary from the hours of filing work. Then he turned to face Kevin, "What's the trouble?" "Well, either the lights are awfully bright all over the station all of a sudden or something's wrong with me. Actually my sensitivity to light is also accompanied by a major headache. I just don't feel too sharp." Kevin walked over to one of the biobeds without having to be invited, he felt exhausted from that short walk to SB. Maybe he should just have stayed in bed and replicated himself some chicken noodle soup. "No, you don't look too sharp either," Atrian commented, grinning slightly, as he followed his patient to the biobed. Kevin tried to smile but stopped half way through finding that to be too tiring as well. "Ensign Kevin Anderson, in case you need the file, although I think it's just a cold. But then, you're the doc, please work your magic." The guy looked nice enough, bit young but perfectly capable of fixing a simple cold. Actually, he looked to be about his own age, as he didn't really have any friends yet he could maybe have a drink with him sometime. Some time when the lights weren't so bright. "I'm Midshipman Waterford, Atrian Waterford, " he added. Glancing over at the bedside table, Atrian picked up a tricorder. The Ensign was probably right, colds were an easy thing to catch on a station of Aegis's size. However, not one to guess at diagnosis, Atrian extracted the peripheral scanner and waved it methodically over Kevin. "So headache, light sensitivity, grogginess...any other symptoms? Muscle weakness...fatigue...insomnia...skin irritation? " Kevin smiled. "Doctor Waterford I hope." He sat still while the doctor scanned him." I just feel tired and weak, erm... no rashes though, my head itches if that matters." Kevin wondered how long Atrian had been aboard Aegis. "Oh, you were looking for a doctor? My mistake." Atrian said, with a small grin, as he stopped scanning. Kevin raised an eyebrow. " Actually I was more looking for a hypo so I could crawl back to bed and sleep it off, but as an officer you must be a Doctor, if you were a nurse you'd be enlisted. At least I thought that's how it worked in medical." He shrugged, he didn't really care anyway, it's not like he needed brain surgery. Atrian shook his head, smirking, glad he chose a career as a doctor rather than a comedian. "Well, your diagnosis was close." He placed the peripheral scanner back inside the tricorder, and set it back down on the bedside table. "You've got a mild case of the flu. Nothing one of our pharmaceutical cocktails won't clear up. " He moved away, back to one of the lab stations. Atrian picked up a hypospray and loaded it with a combo anti-virulent/pain killer designed for mild flus like Kevin's. Returning to the biobed, he injected the hypospray into the right side of Kevin's neck. Kevin shook his head when Atrian went for the hypo and grinned. "Well nurse, I'm glad you can help me. How would you feel about grabbing a drink with me some day when the lights ain't so bright? I mean, I haven't been here for long and I have a feeling you haven't either." Atrian returned with a lopsided smirk. "Hm...well next time you feel like drinks, come in and ask for Doctor Waterford. In the mean time, these might help..." Atrian headed back for his desk, retrieving a canvas duffle bag underneath. "You're lucky I never unpack, I saved these from my post-graduation trip to the beach about two months ago, right before I transferred here. " He handed over a pair of black sunglasses. Gratefully he accepted the sunglasses. "I bet I look way cool in these, thanks Doc, I'll return them at Drankum's." Kevin got off the biobed already feeling somewhat better. "But now I shall go and get some rest, thanks a lot and I'll see you soon, with an alcoholic beverage in hand instead of a tricorder." Kevin left SB and looked forward to his bed, hoping he'd finally be able to make a friend when they'd go for drinks.

"Inception" Stardate 0705.02 Midshipman Atrian Waterford Forty minutes. A chronometer on the console in front of Atrian began counting down. The vial of respiratory discharge collected during Midshipman Gerran's physical exam spun dizzily as the diagnostic equipment analyzed its contents. Although Gerran's physical seemed to indicate he had fantastic health, he mentioned that he had some difficulty breathing while exercising. The tests were probably unnecessary; however, Gerran believed his condition may have been caused by a fire he was trapped in several years ago. Whatever the case, in...thirty-eight minutes and twelve seconds Atrian would have a better idea what was going on. Slouching back in his chair, Atrian stared absently at the flashing timer. Over the past few days he'd been consumed with work. Within the first hour he ever stepped in Aegis's sickbay, he was out the door, assigned to an away mission. Since then, he didn't have much time to relax. It didn't bother him. Working onboard the Aegis was more exciting than studying for exams at Starfleet Medical. He was confident in the work he completed, and eager to take on more...maybe a little too eager. It was starting to catch up with him, as he fought back waves of drowsiness. Nothing a few cups of coffee wouldn't clear up when his shift ended in a few hours. He let his eyes close for a moment. When he did get a chance to rest, he found it much easier than back at the academy. The minds here were calmer, more mature. Back at school, Atrian spent sleepless nights listening to the minds of cadets dreading tomorrow's examinations. He had the ability to block out most telepathic 'white noise'. But occasionally, usually when he was dreading an examination himself, he just couldn't filter it out. He didn't seem to be experiencing that problem here though. "Dr. Waterford?" The call startled him. Thirty-seven minutes remained on the chronometer. Atrian's eyes snapped open as he turned to face Dr. Lepage. "Can I speak with you for a moment?" "Sure thing." Atrian stood, shaking off his sleepiness. As soon as his meeting with Dr. Lepage was over, he promised himself, he'd grab some coffee…