((Sickbay - Deck 7 - USS Artemis-A))
Obligatory medical examinations. An exercise in torture.
The immature, frustrated child version of herself wanted to fold her arms and throw a tantrum at the mere thought of it. Even the beeps and the hum of Sickbay made Ava squirm.
oO okay, I'm a cliché Oo
She approached one of the doctors, she recognised them from their personnel file. They had only met, if you could call it that, briefly on the Boraxian Cityship. She plastered on a shaky smile. It did not convey the confidence and sunny disposition she had hoped it would. It only made her look even more angry.
Munro: Doctor Jaran, right?
Jaran: Response
She remembered the very abrupt and urgent communication she received from Starfleet Medical informing her that she must have her onboarding medical, which she had put off until now. All these months later.
Munro: This shouldn't take long, just run that medical tricorder over me and I'll be out of here.
Jaran: Response
Munro: I'm sorry, Sickbay always make me a little … annoyed. Anytime I've had to spend in one is for these exams or when :: beat :: well, not such fun times.
She thought of Luxa Lorana and Karrod Niac. The last time she had been in a Sickbay they had both been gravely injured by the psychotic Emzai.
Unfortunately, an all too common occurrence.
How many years had it been since she'd held Marcus’ hand as he slipped away … forever?
Jaran: Response
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