Tabris ruffled his uniform a little, the normally form fitting piece of clothing was a little loose today, Tabris liked to think it was because he’d lost weight but in reality he had grabbed a uniform a few centimeters too large in most directions. He had made his appointment and figured he’d change afterwards on his way to meet the Chief Engineer. He adjusted his glasses, a medical antiquity that looked far out of place but Tabris not only needed them, but was rather attached to them. He strode up confidently, having had physicals since he was a boy he could share stories of medical antiquity that would intrigue and probably horrify the doctors at the same time. With his PADD under his arm he entered sickbay and waited at a medical bed patiently.

Ensign Tabris Asam, Eng