After meeting with his department head, Cadet Greg Pricer took the turbolift to Sickbay. Even with the holodeck safety protocols on playing aggressive sports growing up had led to Greg spending more time than he, or his parents, liked in the Sickbay of whatever ship or station they called home. It was for this reason he disliked being in them, even for something as simple as a check-in. Greg walked in, seeing the doctors and medical assistants milling about. Based on the number of people there he prepared himself for a longer than expected wait and approached the first person who looked free.
“Excuse me I’m here for my check-in,” Greg said, calling upon all of his mental discipline training to not show how little he wanted to be here.