Sick Bay

Sick bay is clean, quiet and ready. It is located in one of the most stable sections of the ship*, so even on the choppiest days its denizens benefit from a smooth ride

It is where Danziger will spend at least eight hours a day when the ship is at sea. She is also on 24 hour call, which suits her fine. On a spanking new ship like the Long Grain? She can handle just about any medical needs of the crew or passengers.

She has also seen to the first aid stations scattered around the ship. Each is stocked and ready.

When there are no patients, she hits the treadmill, reads medical journals and runs drills with the staff. Her credo is that there is no such thing as being too ready.

*Midships deck 2.

When there is no business going on in Sick Bay, and things are quiet elsewhere on the ship, there is a running poker game. The ante is pennies, or pretzel stix or sometimes m&ms (the different types are different denominations.) The game is secondary to the tales told at this table. Pull up a chair, and get your lounge on.

Ashleigh limps into sick bay, his Dolce&Gabbana pumps dangling from his fingers. He can't believe it. Nine hundred dollar shoes shouldn't break a heel. He frets horribly, wondering how on earth he is going to perform tonight if he can't walk, let alone dance.

Well, dayom. If it isn't the most beautiful woman on the ship. Danziger shakes her head and gets to her feet, "What happened?" She walks to the patient dragging a rolling chair. "Sit!"

Cosmic injustice being what it is, the lovely blond before her, in the together outfit is a guy. Ashleigh, one of the performers. He is adorable, and sweet... both at the same time. "Didn't your psychic powers give you a heads up, honey?"








NB: This vine takes place prior to lifeboat drill.

"My psychic powers did warn me there would be trouble, but I thought it would be in the form of somebody finding out that I'm wearing a last season Oscar de la Renta!"

That makes her laugh, even as she rolls him to the examination table, which she helps him upon. The duty nurse, Philomena, brings her a cold pack and a bandage, asking if she needs a second set of hands. "Got this, Phil."

Then the Nurse asks Ashleigh if he wants a juice or something.

Danziger palps the area gently and pronounces, "I think a bandage , some ice and a couple of acetaminophen with do you right. You will dance again!"

Ashleigh considers the offer of juice. He hasn't had anything for breakfast after all. He winces as Ree prods him, his anxiety over the injury threatening to get the better of him.

"How soon will I be able to dance again? I have a show tonight! What am I going to do? Do you really think it will be all right?" He notices the pretty highlights in her hair and decides he is going to have to get a new wig in just that color.

Feeling his pulse begin to race, Danziger pats his knee. "It will be fine, do you have a pair of lace up boots? I will come to your Quarters, and lace it onto you, so you can dance tonight. Stay off it all day. But if it really hurts? Dance in a rolling chair!" She takes special care as she wraps his foot and ankle. He waxes his legs, and has the prettiest feet. His toe nails are polished.

Danziger's own leg hairs are so fine and blond she doesn't bother waxing any more. "I think one of the South American maintenance crew members can repair shoes, so if you want those fixed ask down there... and if you can't get them to understand, I will translate for you."