Sick Bay Checking In

Posted Dec. 1, 2021, 10:16 a.m. by Ensign Mike Jones (Doctor) (Bob Spicer)

Mike stood outside of sick bay now. He looked at the door and told himself. “Yup there it is.” Although he did forget to say that inside of his mind as planned. He turned his head just in time to see a passing crewman give him an odd look. Mike took another deep breath as he stood and stared at the door brutally before he once more said aloud. “Come on we didn’t come all the way from Ocoee to stand here like a long-legged Egret looking for breakfast. “

One more deep breath. Last one. He frowned with grim determination and took that final step. The one which would open that darn door. The door swooshed open with a grim efficiency. Mike might have found it more comforting if it had squeaked just a small bit. But now he found himself striding into the middle of sickbay as if he owned the place. It was then though that the realization washed over him. His eyes slowly scanned everything. He licked his lips as he took in the equipment. And he could only imagine all the things that could be accomplished here. He stood still for the longest time. Not even really thinking that he should be finding his superior officer to check in. For something else had happened to the boy from Tennessee. He had become a spacefaring Doctor!

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