In Sickbay, Dr Grahams patted the NE on the back, “All good to go there mate. Try not to come back too soon,” he said stepping back so the young fella could stand up. “Thanks doc,” The NE replied jumping back off the bio-bed. Dr Grahams nodded a goodbye and turned to look over the patients that were still waiting for a bed. Today it seemed endless. First injuries and now headaches, nausea, vomiting and the medical alarms piping up just when he thought things were under control. All followed by the next group of patients who all seemed to be suffering more than the first group that had come in.

Every neural reading showed the exact same thing. Readings that ran as wild as the deer, darting in and out, neural pathways splitting and resynching. It was putting pressure on people’s brains. No wonder they were showing so many symptoms similar to a concussion or radiation. How long, he wondered, before the symptoms themselves evolved into seizures or strokes. Or even something more serious than that. Because if these fluctuations and strain kept coming the symptoms would only escalate and even the ones who were feeling alright now, would be affected. He sure hoped the team on bridge knew what they were doing because he had no clue how long their bodies would be able to handle all these continuous shifts.

“Right,” he turned to his next patient, ready to do another neurological scan hoping with all the data he was accumulating he might find something better than him putting a plaster on the symptom. “What do we have here?”

Lt. Grahams CMO

OOC: Hope this is alright.