It had been a long, exhausting, physically draining day. As of 2300 hours ship’s time, the Medical Department checked out at 99.87% up to date. Far above the required accuracy of records and inventory required by Star Fleet, and done in under the three days the Captain had given him to get it up to speed. Kreed, the new Saurian CMO of the Sentinel, sat in his office… the last disorganized and chaotic place in Sickbay.

It wasn’t his doing. The apparent revolving door of Medical Officers that had inhabited the space before him had done little or stayed long enough to put the place in order. But that was a task for another day. Now… now it was time to find the missing piece.

Kreed reviewed the list of candidates for psych nurse he had sent the Captain a few hours ago. All were qualified, educated, and not currently assigned. But they weren’t what he wanted in his staff. They would work, of course- he would see to that personally- but none of them struck him as right. But psychology and psychiatric care were not his specialty by far, so he resigned himself to-

And then it hit him.

He turned to comm terminal and keyed in a code. He didn’t give thought as to rhe hour on the other end of the subspace call. He had an answer to his problem, and it wouldn’t wait.

Kreed, CMO