Zeke hadn’t eaten all day and he was famished. He was so hungry that he was starting to get weak. He could actually feel his blood sugars getting lower. And his stomach was growling and rumbling in protest.

So it was that, after his shift in the Sickbay ended at 20:00 hours, he entered the lounge. He found a nice, empty table to sit at. He waited for a server as he pondered over what to order for a late dinner.

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