Jazzin materialised in Main Sickbay, and took a deep breath. He had three patients ready; the transport staff had done their job well, as the three were transported onto biobeds.

The Betazoid cleared his throat. “Nursing staff, I want continuous vitals monitored. See if there is at least another doctor available to assist me,” he said, generally. He didn’t feel completely at ease ordering nurses around; a good rule of thumb was to keep the nursing staff on side, as they could make your life as easy or as hard as they wanted. He didn’t want to step on any toes.

“I’ll start with the Chief,” he said, signalling for the others to take a look at Ensigns Mclure and Kavad.

He looked down at the unconscious Vulcan, noting the flickering eyelids. “Something is going on in there,” he murmured. He took out his medical tricorder and began scans, hoping the sedative he had administered had been enough to bring down the Vulcan’s accelerated heart-rate. He watched the tricorder as he scanned, hoping to find some clue as to the doctor’s condition and it’s cause.

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