T’Mor was not an expert in medicine by any means, but she could tell the sickbay was, like the rest of the ship, small. It was crowded with people who had just come aboard to check in. The noise and movement combined with the unintentional physical contact resulting from so many people being in one place was displeasing… and though she wouldn’t say it, completely nerve-wracking. She tried to stay to herself, scrunching up to take up as little room as possible.
It hadn’t been going well. Perhaps it was the change in environment. Possibly being around so many strangers, the majority of whom outranked her. Maybe there was some anxiety over the idea of being in this small vessel hundreds of kilometers from this nearest planet for weeks on end. Whatever the cause, it seemed that she was having more difficulty with emotional control than usual.
That, however, was not the business of the medical department. So instead she patiently waited to been seen when someone became available.
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