One down, two to go! The thought ran through her head, a certain positivity behind it. Although, the more she thought about that choice of words, the more she realized how similar it was to a certain sport. Geez. Sounds like I’m playing some kind of warped football.

Meandering down the winding halls of the ship, she searched for the sickbay– the dreaded sickbay. At least, for most people, that seemed to be the consensus. She never truly understopd the disdain behind the medical bay, then again, it was probably because those doctors were the only reason she wasn’t dead yet. Emphasis on the yet. Elmira had always been a risk taker, someone who enjoyed a bit of a challenge. And in return, she had her fair share of dilapidating injuries, broken bones and bruised ribs. In fact, she began to think most doctors hated her, for how often they saw her.

Entertaining the thought, she stepped into the sickbay, scanning the main room for any sign of a free doctor, who might have the time to run a quick physical on her.

Elmira O’Shea
CTO