Ensign Joshua Olde, like many in the medical field, new he made an awful patient. Which was why he so often tried to avoid being one. The Manhattan would serve as his first real posting - with medical school an two internships behind him, the urge to get out there and do something was strong. He didn’t want to just boost his credentials or look out for new material to research anymore. He was ready to serve - whatever that meant. He hadn’t a clue.

Arriving early, like always, Joshua Olde entered medical bay in uniform. “Ensign Joshua Olde, reporting as ordered for my medical check-in.” His voice was slow and deep. As far as Joshua was concerned he was fine, medically, and ready to start work.

-Ensign Joshua Olde