Posted Nov. 22, 2020, 12:42 p.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Siobhan DeNaris (Sub-DH Xeno Biology) (Melissa Aragon)
She waited as long as she dared. Siobhan had been checking on the CMO’s location off and on for the last hour wondering just how close she should cut it. She wanted to talk to the woman, but wasn’t sure she wanted everyone else around. As the end of the shift drew nearer, she knew it was now or never.
Heading into the corridor, she tried not to break the flimsy PaDD in half that she had in her hands. The way her fingers worried over it, one would think she wanted it broken. She passed everyone with smiles and salutations like nothing was amiss. But when she stepped into medical, she paused. Maybe she shouldn’t. Her heart started racing with the question of privacy versus someone’s career and safety.
She nodded to herself and took the last few steps to the Medical Chief’s office. She came to Sage less because she was the CMO and more because she was the Second Officer. Her thought being that she was asking Command, without pestering the CO or XO. She just hoped she wasn’t doing the wrong thing. Poking her head in, she rapped on the side of the wall. “Ma’am… forgive me. If you are about to leave, I can come back tomorrow.” She bit her lip not realizing she was already second guessing herself.
Lt JG Siobhan DeNaris
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