The evening had proven to be long, patients flowing in an out like molasses scaling a hill.. In the middle of the summer heat. To most officers, this was the most unforgiving time of the evening, where the work was slow and time was slower. Although, for T’Aria, it made no difference whether it was 0300 or 1500, it was all the same to her, in the black-and-white world she seemed famed for living in, even if that weren’t the truth. For her, this was the calmer time of her shift, where pestering officers were not claiming illness to get out of their own shifts, nor were they whining consistently about their injuries, especially since most of their patients in rehabilitation were fast asleep.

Situated behind her desk, T’Aria was doing research on treating a Caitian patient. One of the NEs from the previous shift had come in with cardiac issues, after suffering a heart attack just a week before. She knew the Caitian people were incredibly suspectible to diseases and malfunctions of the heart, due to their weak, underdeveloped immune systems. However, T’Aria was doing her damndest to avoid having to make any changes to the muscle itself, understanding the initial weakness of their bodies, to begin with.

Occasionally glancing at the monitors upon the wall behind her, in order to get an overview of what was happening outside of her office, she kept an ear out for any need of assistance. Although, she trusted her doctors and nurses to be able to handle the simplicity of the evening. Returning to her research, T’Aria reached over to grasp her glass of Vulcan tea, taking a short sip of it. Setting it down, she momentarily fell into a state of motionlessness, her gaze travelling back to the patient’s file and injury report, where she returned to cross referencing the report with previous medical examinations from opposing patients, in search of similarity.

Slowly, but surely, she was forming a thesis.

Dr. T’Aria
CMO