Vock sat in his office. The room outside was quiet, even with the few patients that were being tended to. Such was the nature of late nights in a starship medical section… barring the odd emergency or six that starships were known for.

Vock sat reading charts and making notes for some time. When he finally looked at the chronometer, it read 0140 ship’s time. The Vulcan doctor closed the display on his desk and leaned back. He could have continued working, but for the moment he allowed himself the simple pleasure of just being… not being a doctor or an officer… just existing. It was a rare time when he allowed himself to simply exist, but the results of such times was always cathartic.

Vock, CMO