Following his (less than stellar) meeting with the Counselor, Flynn quickly made his way over to Sickbay, to get his hand looked at and his physical evaluation. Flexing his fingers to prevent them getting stiff as he walked. As Sinclair had already commed them in advance, Flynn was sure that they no doubt already had someone there waiting for his arrival. Which would be great because his hand was really starting to smart now. He’d calmed down on the walk to Sickbay, but without the anger to dilute the pain it was becoming harder to ignore.

As he entered sickbay, he approached the nearest doctor, “I’m Ensign Flynn, Lieutenant Commander Sinclair commed about my hand.” He flashed one of his more charming smiles, “If you’re busy I can wait. It’s not too bad.”

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