How did 8 days go by so fast? Casela got up that morning and it felt strange to not be heading to breakfast with Cobb. She knew that he and Kindle could handle the daily ship updates without her, but it was still strange. Maybe by the end of this 15 day run they could let her cut down to 2x a week. Then she could…deep breath, quite procrastinating, and thinking about food. She wasn’t getting breakfast today and procrastinating would bring many many people hunting her down. She took her necklace off, placing it back in it’s box. She felt naked without it. Much like people do when not wearing their watch. But though she trusted Knox, to an extent. The man had saved her life, but she didn’t want him wondering about the necklace. He might not work actively for section anymore, but that didn’t mean he didn’t talk to them from time to time. So rather than leaving it in a locker in the medbay she left it, in the box, by their bed. She still wasn’t used to that either. She didn’t wake Ryder or Gen. There wasn’t anything they could do anyway, so they might as well sleep.

She appeared, in sickbay, 0530 hours. The nurses took her to change into a operating gown and scanned her over and over with a tricorder.
Temp: 36 C
Pulse: 92
Blood pressure: 121/80
Respiration: 10 per minute
O2: 98%

The nurse led her into the surgical suite and had her lie down on the biobed.
Lt Synthi-er, CNS