As he walked to sickbay, the itching in his left hand got considerably worse, he tried to resist the urge to scratch it, but it was almost unbearable.

John-King walked through the doors of sickbay slowly, a lot of hard memories in places like this for him over the years - the regular visits to get the medication he needed for the left hand, then the full physical following his adventures in the mirror universe, then the constant review of his suitability for active service in the Federation. Then, when he eventually resigned his commission, his health was maintained by a private doctor, and so this was the first time he stepped inside a Federation sickbay in quite some time.

He saw a young Medical Officer and went to her, she was a Bajoran, a crewman.

“Nurse,” he said, “I’m John-King McKenzie, JK for short. I need my next round of medicatoin.”

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