Not one to wait for an appointment, Bog went strait from the seen at the transporters to the med deck to get his boarding physical out of the way. It never made sense to him to have a new crew member wondering around potentially spreading all manner of contagion on a ship instead of getting them checked immediately.

The sound of his hooves clicked across the deck as he walked into sickbay, “I’m here, any of you have the time to to give me a physical or will I catch my death waiting in sick bay?!”

Ensin Bog