Peter had come aboard with the last shuttle of recruits from the Starbase. It had been a long exhausting trip from the Ogawa to Halcyon and he had enjoyed his few days layover while he waited for the Constellation to dock. He had stopped by his quarters, stowed his gear and met his bunkmate. He had seemed like an affable fellow.

Now his long legs were leading him to sickbay. Not one of his favorite places to be but there you had it. It was regs. Striding through the opening doors of sickbay, Peter paused and took a moment to look around. He noted a few of his fellow shuttle mates from the transfer and decided to take a seat to wait his turn. Having gotten his own internship at Starfleet Medical while completing his Masters in Psych he well knew the hurry up and wait found in most busy medical bays.

Peter Cross Sec