Posted by Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist (Weaver of Webs) in Main Sim - Sickbay: A Late Night Snack
It was nearly midnight and sickbay was as quiet as a tomb. Ensign Ceres suddenly staggered in clutching his stomach.

Junior Gamemaster Conspiracy Theorist

“Ensign?” The questioning voice of NE Shots came from the Back of the main room “Are you alright?” The short man moved forward grabbing a medical tricorder. It was quite the rarity for people to show up in Sickbay this late and even then it was mostly Engineers that injured themselves due to clumsiness.

NE Shots