The graveyard shift had a certain appeal to it Ryley thought as he strode through the generally empty bay and rummaged for an instrument in a cabinet. He pressed drawers open and closed humming to himself as his tool eluded him. Finally finding it he bounced its weight in the palm of his hand a few moments and surveyed sickbay.

The NE who had come in an hour ago with the nasty cough and fever was sleeping as his treatment took effect and would be ready to be booted in another hour or so, the young girl who had taken a spill with her parents, whacked her head and was being observed was also asleep with her father sitting nearby. That was it…boring.

He turned and limped back towards his office and his experiment.

Ooc: anyone wanna late night sickbay visit?

Ryley
MD