Sometime after the majority of sick at had been restored to some semblance of order Ryley lowered himself gently into the chair in his office and automatically reached down to rub at his bad leg. He leaned back his head and closed his eyes, enjoying the moments peace.
There was still work to be done and patients who would need further treatment and follow up but he needed the moment to sit. Perhaps, he considered, he was getting too old for this sort of starship nonsense.
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