Nyman shuffled down the hall, a small PaDD in hand. Classified information about his medical condition. The directions were clear, he was to report to medical ASAP and deliver the information while also undergoing his standard onboarding physical.

It somehow felt so… violating. Before he could skate by acting normal, hiding symptoms, only coming in when something serious happened. Now, he was to be essentially under constant medical observation. Monthly check-ins, detailed physicals, being poked and prodded and having everything recorded for medical research.

It was embarrassing. Especially for Vendorians, who often viewed such incurable conditions as weaknesses.

He took a deep breath before crossing the threshold into sickbay. Then, ignoring the pit in his stomach, he put on his best fake smile, approached once of the medical staff,

“Excuse me, ma’am, I’m looking for Dr. Allison Scott. Would you happen to know if she is available at the moment?”

|Lt. Cmdr. Nyman, Diplomatic Officer / CNS|