Posted Jan. 9, 2019, 3:42 p.m. by Lieutenant Riali Deandres (Chief Science Officer) (Trin S)
Riali had never minded the idea of physicals, she merely didn’t appreciate all of the questions doctors generally had for her condition, even though the information was displayed semi-prominently in her file, if someone took the time to look for it. Although, being the opportunist she was, she always figured the next doctor would be more inclined to read her file, before questioning over a topic she had answered hundreds of times before. Okay.. that was exaggerating it. But it sure felt that way!
Nearing the Sickbay, she quickly ran over the previous two weeks, to see if there was anything she knew she would have to tell the doctor or nurse. Figuring she was clear, she shrugged her shoulders, rounding the corner and straight into to main Sickbay. Glancing about, the smell of sterilizing chemicals washing over her. It was one of the few things she absolutely despised about any science: the smell. It was never a nice scent. Then again, not all sciences were botany and even botany had a tendency to produce some wretched smells from time to time.
Quietly, she glanced around for any sign of an unbusied doctor, hardly wishing to disturb anyone who was far more in need of assistance than a new officer looking to be poked and prodded for the hell of it.. and for regulation, but that was besides the point.
Lt. Deandres
CSO
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