David walked down the corridor to sickbay, his customary PADD tucked under his arm and a pleasant, if somewhat more serious than he liked, expression on his face. It was still odd walking into this room in command red - it’d been months, but old habits die hard and he was still a medical officer at heart. The doors hissed open at his approach, and he strode into the room, making eye contact with and crossing to the shift duty officer. “Can I pull Ensign Dradvia for a few minutes? I don’t expect we’ll be long - just some paperwork I have to get done.”

The lieutenant nodded, “Of course, sir!” She motioned to Dradvia to follow David, who led her over to Tessan’s office. He knew that the CMO was out for the shift, so it would be a private place to talk. “Sit down,” he encouraged. “You aren’t in trouble in any way, shape or form.”

Commander David Morris
Commanding Officer