It was a few minutes past 0800, the Alpha shift had just reported for duty. Unannounced, a transporter beam materialized two officers in the middle of the soon to be busy Sickbay.

Molly’s concern was to signal one of the many medical officers on shift. A nurse, a doctor, the CMO, Holloway didn’t care. She just wanted someone to help them.

Speaking to the first person in a teal uniform that she spotted, she said in a hurried tone, as she tried to make sure that Forgrave didn’t move too much. “Can we get some help here? We have an officer with possible broken ribs, needing immediate attention. Please.” The final words came in a more pleading tone. Molly knew that they were going to ask her what had happened, and now that Cal knew there was no point in lying. All she wanted was to make sure that the Security Ensign would be okay. After all, he was there because of her.

Capt. Holloway, CIO