Oliver scratched at his right hand a little as he walked toward sickbay. Truth was that it had been hurting a little lately, especially where the metal hand met his still organic wrist. Still, he felt fine enough. He’d grown accustomed to doctor’s offices, so sickbay didn’t seem like it was going to be too nerve wracking.

As he passed through the doors he looked around and called out, “Uh… Hello? I’m Ensign Pierce here for my medical check in.”

• Oliver Pierce, Ensign