Lt. Aiden "Roamer" Morrow
Sickbay, EDF Atlas
Melchoir SystemThe day was shaping up to be a banner one for the young pilot. Fresh off a public berating by his Wing Commander in the middle of a briefing and pulling the
glorious position of manning the alert fighter -- sitting in a ready launch tube for half the night just in case something actually happened on what was turning into the most mundane joint mission in the history of manned space flight -- Morrow brush off the sleeve of his utility dress uniform and stepped through the hatch leading down the hall toward the
Atlas sickbay.
If the day wasn't bad enough, he'd been putting off his standard round of injections and was going to catch more hell if he didn't get them taken care prior to his next launch. The standard joke was that you needed at least twelve shots to avoid getting an infection just by stepping onto one of the old
Titan-class cap ships, but in this case it seemed that the Chief Medical Officer running things aboard the
Atlas was either short of a sense of humor or suffering from on overabundance of satisfaction in sticking flyboys with big needles. Either way, Aiden wasn't going to weasel his way out of this one.
"Just in time, Lieutenant," a voice sounded to his left as he entered the bulkhead secured sickbay, causing him to meet the figure of Nora Grey, sporting a rolled-up sleeve and a bandage covered her own arm. Apparently the command and bridge staff weren't immune to the new regulations, either.
"What's the matter, they worried that you deskchair types are in danger of some nasty papercuts?" Aiden flashed the best smile that he could manage under the circumstances, never much of a fan when it came to needles, doctors, or even being around blood and sick people.
"Something like that," the young communications specialist said with a nodding, slipping on the jacket of her duty uniform and sliding off the examination table where she'd been seated. Black hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail behind her, giving way to exceptionally clear skin and bright blue eyes. "Althought I think they saved and extra long one just special for you."
"Well damn, thanks," Morrow shot back with a glare before Grey offered a smile and headed back down the same way from which "Roamer" had come just moments before. Good to know that some people were having a good time with getting filled up to their eyeballs with god-only-know what kinds of drugs. It wasn't long after the officer allowed his eyes to trail Nora Grey walking again that the technician fielding all of sickbays vistors for the shift was before him and checking another name of the clipboard.
"Lt.
Moor-oh," she said, mispronouncing the name with all the concern and care of a leaf blowing on the wind, "last curtain to your left. Take off your shirt and have a seat, the doctor will see you in a moment."
"Right, thanks," he said dismissively, but not before the technician had already dismissed his presence and moved on down the line. Aiden was beginning to feel like a cog in a machine, just another running on the assembly line. Still, he found the curtained-off "room" and dutifully removed his jacket and shirt and waited with a long sigh.
On the other side of the curtain, someone was puking their guts out into what sounded like a bucket. Or a flight helmet.
A banner day.