Mind-numbing preparations, but love the drama

Posted on 03 May 2016 @ 3:49am by Chief Petty Officer Hank Grey

636 words; about a 3 minute read

Mission: Errand of Mercy
Location: Sickbay
Timeline: ED 2

ON:

Hank had been humping it the past few days, word had leaked down that Medical was going to take a front seat on this mission. That and science, it was a mission of mercy to help a blighted planet suffering from a mysterious virus. This was the reason he had signed up for Star Fleet, not to fight but to heal. His hands were busying themselves restocking supplies in Sickbay, 'the boss' was back, different uniform but same woman, exacting, professional, kind and fare. He had volunteered for the night shift hoping that if he got Sickbay back to proper order that it might help spread the harmony that this ship lacked.

It had been a long night to say the least, he was pulling a double and would be getting off shift soon. He rubbed his neck as the last few minutes of his last hour in sickbay ticked by.

"Melorozine, Tricortozine..." he checked off the medications that he had set up the way Keisha liked it. He closed his eyes and rubbed the bridge of his nose as he stood up to stretch. His lanky frame moving lithely as he yawned and pushed balled up fists up towards the top bulkhead. He finished his stretch and turned his eyes back to the medications, things were about as well off as he could make them and his last hour was about three minutes away from being done. He decided to start pushing the paperwork and finishing it off so he could shag ass. He paused "Why do we call it paperwork still, everything is done on a PADD and there really isnt any 'paper' any more. It's not like we have to transcribe what we have done onto ancient charts... maybe we should start calling it PADDwork?" he asked no one in particular then scrunched up his face and shook his head "No that doesn't fall trippingly off the tongue now does it? No no, what about E-work?" he took a moment to consider and shook his head again "No not that either... I'll just have to keep working on that I guess." He finished the reports and watched as his replacement came in.

"Hank! Oh my gods you have to get down to the lounge! Everyone's talking about it!" the woman said in what Hank suspected was a caffeene assisted turbo.

"Slow down Jessica, everyone's talking about what?" he asked trying to make sense of the blurt of words that were being forcibly ejected from her mouth at warp 9.

"The Major and Commander Rhyan! Good heavens they got into it in the middle of the cargo bay in front of the Captain!" Jessica was not slowing down, if anything her speach was accelerating and Hank wondered absentmindedly if they might be able to power a small shuttle with her energy.

"Your not making any sense, Commander Rhyan and Major Blackburn got into what? I didnt get a call for decontamination protocols..." he got cut off.

"Noooooooooooooo, they went to yelling at each other in the shuttle bay." he broke in to let her catch her breath.

"The shuttle bay or the cargo bay?" he asked slightly confused.

"Eh it was some bay but they got into it started yelling at each other and it looked like one of them was going to hit the other!"

"You were there?" The tone in Hank's voice was not quite patronizing, he didnt believe it.

"No, I wasnt there but there talking about it in the lounge, everyone's talking about it!" Jessica went on and Hank shook his head.

"Have a good shift Jess, and lay off the coffee and gossip." he made his goodbye noises and shook his head. "Welcome back to shipboard life, trauma drama all the time. At least it wont be boring."

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