This was the appointment Bethany was dreading. Her recent medical history was highly classified. Even more classified than the last mission on the Azimov. The medical personnel at the starbase had been cruel and treated her like some kind of dangerous virus that they couldn’t help tinkering with. She was not looking forward to this. At least Aasrel was there. She trusted him. He knew it all and would never treat her like a specimen. He was also going to be there for this appointment, so that eased some of the tension she felt. “Do I have to do this? You know I’m healthy.”

Lt. Gadi, CTO/RTF