Posted Aug. 25, 2020, 3:04 a.m. by Lieutenant Cecil Smyth (Chief Medical Officer) (Crissy N)
“You’ve assigned me to what?” Cecil muttered, hunched over a PaDD, and absolutely ignoring the pilot who was sending increasingly concerned glances. “Has anyone here tried to not sidestep a physical? What did I even do to—”
They landed.
The doors opened.
Cecil managed to not miss the exit ramp, which was great, actually, as it meant he didn’t need to look upwards. “Schematics, schematics, somewhere, who needs a bowling alley in space? come on. This is cargo bay numb— doesn’t matter. Deck 12? Deck 12.” He hitched his bag higher on one shoulder, flicked back to personnel files, and was off. People could walk around him; he was busy.
CMO Apparent
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