Joseph Rainns walked into sickbay with a slight feeling of anxiety. His eyes scanned over multiple monitors flashing symbols and numbers he could not begin understand. As he took a few more steps into the room, he saw a table with a wide array of intimidating medical devices that reminded him of why he never even considered going into the medical field. Despite this unfamiliarity with medicine, Rainns had a nostalgic attraction to the pieces of technology. Seeing a medical tricorder he chuckled to himself as the memories of one of his sisters playing “doctor” and scanning Rainns with a “tricorder” flashed through his mind. He missed his family, although he had visited them one last time before boarding the USS Challenger. It was a bitter sweet moment for him, but he had ambitions, and if he was going to be something he had to leave his family behind for a time.

Shaking his head to refocus on his surroundings Rainns realized he hadn’t seen anybody yet. “Hello?” he called out. “Cadet Rainns, reporting for my boarding physical.”
He looked around anxiously. Rainns wanted the physical to be over with as soon as possible, he didn’t hate going to see the physician, but he was always scared that he would be diagnosed with some sort of sickness or other health problem that would ruin his career. His brother had told him that this made him a hypochondriac, and Joseph Rainns had not disagreed.