Sharah had spent several days working a project n the medical labs. She worked well in the labs because the samples and data didn’t have thoughts and emotions. It gave her a lot to focus on. Lt Semenza even asked her to stay, after telling her he was transferring over. Sharah appreciated the offer but she wanted to work with patients. Many of the medical staff wondered why he had made the decision and who would take his place. Sharah was content however it worked out. As long as she didn’t have to take the job.

Walking into medical was like any other day. Her Medusa like curly black hair was pulled back in a tight French braid and her uniform neat and crisp. She grabbed her lab coat and a tricorder and went to review the files for the patients who were staying. But something felt…different. Well different from the normal familiar minds of the Viking medical staff. This was new but familiar. She was better at ignoring things, tuning them out even if there was a lot of noise. But this bugged her, and she kept looking up and around trying to identify it.

Finally with a small sigh she moved toward the familiar presence. Which led her toward the offices. Glancing through the door Sharah was stunned. “By The Four Gods! LT MIKA!”

Fayth, med