Holding her wrist delicately as if to protect it Skye entered sickbay and carefully looked around. Her features were pale and her eyes worried, the sort of expression one tended to find on those who had had a bit of an accident. In Skye’s case, her accident had resulted from a small slip in the holodeck into a river and her wrist had gone crack. She waited for someone’s attention.

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