Posted Aug. 3, 2022, 4:52 p.m. by Cadet George Haroon (Scientist) (Joshua M)
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Dr. Rahm Vesta (Chief Medical Officer) in CMO’s Office - [Tag Ensign Haroon]
Dr. Rahm Vesta had spent half the morning performing an emergency double appendectomy on a Klingon apostate and was exhausted, but she’d had a thought in the back of her mind for a couple days. Apparently, just before she came on board, an oncoming Cadet Haroon had an intake appointment with Dr. Baptiste, and she’d yet to meet the man–a member of the Science team.She frowned. This wouldn’t do. She tapped her communicator.
Cadet Haroon was just sitting down with a cup of water– his favorite drink, he never really knew why– and sighed. It had been a long night, and his experiment still hadn’t worked.
Haroon was on the nightshift yesterday, and he’d spent the whole time perfecting an experiment of his. Except it still returned no results. He’d even stayed on late for the morning. He had planned to go to sleep within an hour.
=^=Cadet Haroon, please report to the CMO’s office in Sickbay=^=, she said. Hopefully he had a little time to introduce himself to Dr. Rahm.
He startled a little. He was not expecting to hear his communicator.
He set down his drink and tapped his communicator.
=^=On my way.=^=
So much for getting some beauty sleep. Oh well, he’d had less sleep on numerous occasions.
He took one last sip of water, then made his way out the door, and into a turbolift.
“Deck 4.” The turbolift began whirring, making its way to its destination.
Cadet George Haroon (Science)
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