Posted by Lieutenant Quentin “Q” Dawson (Communications Officer) in Dawson to Sick Bay
Dawson made his way into Sick Bay and glanced around. The pressure in his temple had lessened but was still noticeable. He was sure part of it was the stress at failing the Weapons Recertification, but it wasn’t the cause. Something had triggered in him. That red dot of light. Dawson shook his head to chase away the memory. It just made his head hurt more.

It seemed he was spending more time in sick bay than he used to. It had only been a few weeks since he had been held behind a suspenser field at one of the sick beds by Captain’s orders. He had just returned to the ship after disappearing for three months. In the blink of an eye, it seemed, everything he had worked for had vanished.

“Hello?” He called, looking about for a medical officer to assist him. He hoped this would be a routine migraine, they could prescribe a quick hypospray solution, and he can get his certification rescheduled. He had thought, on his way over, about if he really needed his certification. He was a comms officer now, not security. Still, so much of him had been geared towards security, the thought of not being able to carry a phaser seemed alien to him. He unconsciously began to rub at his upper arms to warm himself up. The ship seemed colder to him lately.

Lt. Q Dawson - Communications Officer

“Hello!” replied Sutalo cheerfully. The short, stocky Efrosian blue-shirt man gave out a warm smile. “What can I help you with, lieutenant?”

Sutalo, Ens.
Nurse / Medical Officer
USS Chernov