Aasrel headed straight from his meeting with the CSO, to Medical. He was not excited to be there. He’d spent far too much time in sickbay recently. He wasn’t nervous. It would be fast, and he already knew there would be nothing of concern on his scans.

What he dreaded was conversation or questions about his implants or previous surgeries. He didn’t want to talk about it. Aasrel would rather move forward, without looking back, and never speak of it again. That would be ideal to him.

He had no specific appointment, so upon entering the medical bay, he spoke briefly with a nurse to let them know he was there, and then sat and waited until someone had time to see him.

~ Ensign Izei, Science