DaVinci came hobbling into sickbay, obviously in pain by the grimace on his face. The sweaty gold T-shirt he had on was well-worn and faded If one looked close enough, University of Wyoming could still be seen across the chest printed in brown. The cotton shorts he wore had the colors and printing transposed.

It was evident the swollen left knee was the reason for the limp and pain, but the rest of his body could be considered perfection. A sculpture of a Roman gladiator would come to mind.

An NE nurse saw Colter enter the sickbay as the doors swooshed closed behind him. Rushing over, the nurse helped him get to the bio-bed and climb up.

“Reliving glory days again, Commander?” the nurse asked

“Just playing at what could’ve been, Claire.” he replied. “Please tell me there’s a doc available.”

“Dr. Asimina on duty. I’ll get here. You. . . .don’t move.”

DaVinci gave Nurse Temple a thumbs up and lay back on the bed, closing his eyes. . . . .

Colter (CIO)