Brunette hair and lightly tanned arms flailed around the small cabin as the gravity gave up and tossed her out of her bunk and into the bulkhead. Growling, Karina managed to right herself and rub her forehead where it had collided with the wall. “OWW!” Without thinking the green eyed vixen slammed her fist into the offending solid object and realized, too late, that it wasn’t going to help. Propelled slightly backwards, she hooked her heels on her bunk and righted herself. “Zero G…” she swore under her breath. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another.

The young woman had arrived on the ship with the all call_two months ago. Sadly, it had be on a medical gurney with IVs in her arm. She had been seriously ill and was supposed to be recovering on the station while the ship was on leave. Once better, she would check in and join the _Sojourn like ever normal officer in the fleet did. But no, she had been unconscious when arriving and only discharged from Medical the day before to go to her quarters. Today was her official check in day. But it looked like that would have to wait.

After taking nearly three times as long as normal to get dressed, the woman twisted her hair up in a quick bun, locked it in place with a few clips and growled as she exited her quarters. With so many people on the ship, the halls were oddly less cluttered than she thought they would be.

Another ten minutes later, she managed to make it to Medical. Opening the door hadn’t been a problem because it was locked in that position. Injured were coming in in little clusters. Most, who, under actual gravity probably could have made it on their own, were being bolstered by one or two co workers because of the lack of ship cooperation.

A Lieutenant tapped her shoulder as she stood looking for the CMO. “Ma’am, please… he’s bleeding but I have to get back to engineering.” The red shirted man half pushed, half floated a younger man towards her and turned to head back out like nothing was amiss.

“What’s your name, Ensign?” She said calmly as she looped her foot around a nearby table leg for steadying, and reached up to slowly remove the Ensign’s hand where he was pressing abandage to his forehead.

“Ericson, Ma’am… It happened so fast. One moment we were fine, next thing we know something behind us blew and we all went flying. I guess I knocked my head on something in the fling.” He was shaking, but as her fingers wrapped around his wrist to pull it away so she could see the cut, the tips of her fingers read his pulse. It wasn’t scientific, but a steady beat let her know he was gonna be fine.

“Alright, Ensign Ericson, I’m gonna have to settle you right here,” she set him near the door and glanced around. Seeing no one able to help her this minute, she smiled back at the red shirt. “I’m gonna go help a couple folks worse off than you are, then I’ll be right back. Hold that bandage back on your cut. Don’t let it drain into your eyes. I’ll be right now.” She smiled and turned to find the CMO. If he was close, he would certainly know what was going on. Hopefully he wouldn’t exile her to her room for not having done her official check in, yet.

Ens Karina Niles
Medical Officer