Sivas crossed the threshold of sick bay. His busy morning keeping him moving from one end of the ship to the other.

“Ensign Jute reporting for Star Fleet mandated medic as per new crew member handbook.” He says voice a high pitched whisper.

NE Nurse Ratchet look him in the eyes and smiles; warm, friendly yet professional.

“Of course please take a seat on a free bio bed someone will be with you shortly,” she looks him up and down, “you might have to bend you knees.”

He smiles back, “I am very tall.”

He takes a seat and waits.

Ensign Sivas Jute
Sec
Ark Angel