Posted by Captain Arialla Bovar (Captain) in Side sim - Medical in the early hours
Prescott couldn’t sleep. Hell, she was having trouble breathing. Her roommate had finally given up trying to console her and had gone to spend the night in her own boy friend’s room. Beth had cried herself sick then sore. Her ribs, legs, arms, even her cheek, were covered in bruises and hurt from a day of sparring gone bad. She, Jensen and Patersen, along with other students till the last hour or so, had had a good night. The last hour had been a nightmare, in hindsight. The trouble was, at the time, it had merely been a bit more annoying than usual.

So here it was, shortly after 0100 and she was stepping into medical in her work out gear. In loose fitting sweat pants and a crop top hoodie, she had her arms crossed and looked around to see who was on duty. Visible were the shiner on her left cheek and eye, blatant finger prints around her wrist and several strike mark bruises on her arm. She was limping slightly, favoring her left side and she had obviously been crying so hard she looked almost gaunt. Eyes, normally bright and cheerful, were shallow and dark. Whatever had occurred, it had taken its horrible toll on her.

Lt Elizabeth Prescott
Security (formally Intel)

The lights in Sickbay were dimmed due to the late hour of the ships onboard time but that rarely stopped it’s Chief Medical Officer. It was theorized that she had rarely if ever stayed in her own quarters as no one had actually seen her enter or exit it. When the doors opened she rose from one of the examination beds where she had been taking a well-deserved nap. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and rubbed her eyes to get a clear look at who entered the Sickbay. After a moment her eyes closed in on the Armory Officer. As the Bonnies doctor, she knew the face, name, and medical record of each of the fifty-something crew members. Prescott, Elizabeth, Lieutenant within the Armory Division, now apparently working with the German.

Rachel immediately jumped to her feet as she saw the slight wincing as the woman took her steps and in only two steps was next to her. She threw something from her hand at a nearby panel and the lights were raised by approximately 15%. The towering woman started with a visual examination, the injuries were far beyond regular training injuries. This was violence performed in anger, she knew the signs, the defensive wounds the black eye, and the limp. Her normally dazed expression was replaced with a focused look. Her hands twitched as her instincts told her to grab the Officer but she stopped herself, knowing from experience that unnecessary touching was potentially more harmful “Come” She said softly indicating to the central examination bed “Have a seat” Her tone professional and confident but gentle.

Dr. Grey - CMO