Frank stepped foot into the sickbay and gave his friendly nods to the nurses and gathered other medical staff before making his way to his office. Setting his bag down on the desk there in and closed the door behind him.

Carefully he made his way into the washroom and closed and locked the door. A brief respite in the chaos of transferring ships. He approached the washbasin and moistened his right hand, running his fingers through his hair, sweeping the black locks out of his face. He then carefully pulled off the half-moon glasses and sat them on the ledge before running both hands through the cold water and splashing his face.

Taking a towel he patted his face dry and replaced the glasses and left the room. Back at his desk he pulled out the trademark teal lab coat, and pulled it over his uniform. Tucking his medical tricorder into one pocket he grabbed a padd from his bag and opened the windows again before going back out into the main bay and stopping the charge nurse. “Nurse, I am Dr. Silva. Let’s do rounds, hmm?”

Dr. Frank Silva
CMO