As Sage made her way through her shift, she wondered how the away teams were doing. There was also the question of had she done the right thing by staying behind when they’d first returned. Unaware of the movement, she shrugged, realizing there was nothing she could do about it now, she could only wait to see what the others found out.
Later, at her desk, the doctor was enjoying a cucumber sandwich and glass of iced tea while she read an article on wildlife populations in the oceans of Earth, when there was a quick knock on the door panel and NEnsign Craig stuck his head in. “We’ve got an emergency, Ma’am…”
She was up and moving before the last word left his mouth. As she passed him in the doorway she was already in triage mode. “Okay, what do we have?”
OOC: Its difficult to write with any regularity when the character isn’t involved in anything. I’m trying to give myself something to do.
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