Jonathan turned to the young ensign; “Thank you ma’am, I appreciate your time.” After all, it paid to be polite; it tended to encourage others to step in front of danger for you.

He entered the Sickbay; the ensign already forgotten. Stepping clear of the door and the marked pathways in the bay, he stood stock still, his head slowly panning around. Having taken measure of his surroundings, he advanced on the Chief Medical Officer’s door; a Lt. Fey Kastil, according to the nameplate. Disregarding the chime, he knocked twice; the metal-on-metal contact ringing out clearly.

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