“That’s quite a gash you’ve got there, Ensign,” Elaine said as she straightened up enough to grab a dermal regenerator to repair said gash, “What did you do this time?”

The Engineering NE grinned, “You know me Doc, my own clumsiness got the better of me again. I removed a piece of panel to repair some conduits, and ended up tripping over it at slicing my arm on the sharp edge.” the NE winced as the CMO got to work, and looked around eagerly to distract himself from the feeling. “Is Enj in today?” referring to the CMO’s small dog that she tended to have in Sickbay with her.

“Enj?” Elaine looked up briefly from her work, “I’m starting to think you’re injuring yourself on purpose in order to see him,” she joked, returning to her work again. “He’s sleeping in my office right now. You can go see him after if you want.” No sooner had she said that, however, the yellow alert started up. “Then again maybe not,” she looked up apologetically, as she finished repairing the last of gash. Although it could hardly be called that anymore, by the time she was done you couldn’t tell that there had ever been an injury. “That sounds like you might be needed at your station.”

The NE barely admired the repair work, before shrugging on their uniform jacket “Thanks for the fix Doc, say hi to Enj for me!”

Elaine smiled and shook her head to herself. Leaving the remaining few patients to be looked at by some of the nurses, she went to attend to her own Yellow Alert Protocol, thankful that she had left the dog in her office when she had. Without Enj underfoot, and with Sickbay relatively empty for the moment, she might be able to take the chance to inspect her staffs reaction, so long as Sickbay wasn’t needed.

Lt. (j.g.) Janvier
CMO