Sickbay’s day had started out normally. The doctors and nurses were seeing to the new crew physicals and normal appointments and walkins. Things were calm and orderly. Until that is, that the Saracen actually edged deeper into the nebula. Suddenly there was an upbeat of walk in traffic. Most of the crew that appeared, entered with a variety of complaints but most typically were of the blunt trauma variety. Excuses were varied as well…and with the number of them very suspect.

One of the incoming was a Security JO who was surly and gave short clipped answers to how he had obtained the black eye and scraped knuckles he was sporting.

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