Talyn had been flaunching around in bed for hours, but no matter what she did, she couldn’t turn her brain off. With her mind so active, sleep wouldn’t come. It was the third night in a row. Sheer exhaustion should have had her in the arms of Morpheus hours ago, but her concerns about the Ogawa were an ongoing thing that simply would not take a rest.

She’d kept going the last 72 hours by ingesting large quantities of coffee, but it was having an adverse affect on her now. Rolling on to her back, she held a hand out in front of her in the ambient light and watched her fingers as they shook slightly. With a huge sigh of resignation, Talyn slammed her fist down onto the mattress and then threw back the covers.

“Enough is enough! Time to seek medical intervention.”

She mentally scolded herself for needing to see a doctor about something that should have been within her own control, but she pulled on a pair of lounging pants, shoved her feet into a pair of pink, fuzzy slippers , grabbed her combadge and headed out the door. If anyone said anything about her state of dress, they were going to hear some very harsh words from the Cmdr.

During the ride in the turbolift, she had the forethought to run fingers through her sleep tousled, asymmetrical haircut and made sure the spaghetti strap t-shirt she wore was straight.

A moment later, she walked through the doors to Sickbay and was greeted by an empty room.

—Kree, XO