The hours of surgery it took to put her ship crash patient back together was grueling. It was touch and go as they repaired busted organs and arteries not to mention the time it took set broken bones. When Linarra took off her bloody gloves and threw then away she was nearly shaking with fatigue she stubbornly refused to let another doctor take over. She never left a patient once she took their case. The series of tests run on his blood came back with an ID. Atticus Wolf. There wasn’t very much in his records beyond a name and string of vague information about the places he had been reported seen. Other than not even a family history. Linarra drank her black coffee near the recovery area where they had taken her patient.
“If our mysterious Mr. Wolf lasts the night then he may make a complete recovery. That is a strong if,” Linarra recorded into the console for her evening notes to be typed up later by her secretary. Thank the gods for her secretary, something she never had as a CMO. Whether he lived was now mostly in the hands of Mr. Wolf and whatever deity he served. The man was alone so Linarra grabbed her padd and sat and waited doing her regular work in a chair next to his bed. Her hair was put up in a messy bun after hours of surgery and wearing doctor’s scrubs. The nurses moved around her nervously since they weren’t used to having a half klingon on their floor and certainly not the head of the hospital.

Linarra Riccio-Head of Medical and Social Services