Ensign Angie Fin stood, but did not sit by the bio bed in sickbay. She held all her appendages close and looked around nervously. Sickbay was such an illusion. It was stark white and glistened liked marble presumably because it was clean but it was sickbay. Sickbay was just a synonym for hometown for germs. She cast an eye at the young handsome Dr. Grecken and let out a sigh. She hoped he was not going to be free. Her history with Dr. Grecken was long and tumultuous. When she came in with tonsilitis, his scans said it was just allergies. When her appendix was about to burst he claimed it was just her eating bad borscht. She shook her head remembering the time he suggested the splitting headache she was experiencing was not a brain tumor but merely a headache like the one she was giving him. Grecken may be easy on the eyes but he did not listen so Angie specifically requested the CMO for this trip to pathogen place.

Ensign Angie Fin (wondering if the medical staff should institute house calls)