Lt.(jg) Dr. Toz: No regrets

[Patty Boyle]

((USS Octavia E. Butler, Deck 5, Sickbay))

Doctor Toz sat in her office, padd in hand, staring into its cover and not seeing it.  Etan Ijor was gone. She’d been there just outside the room when the transporter energized and the blue-white whorls slowly disappeared him. She hadn’t said good-bye; she hadn’t sent a good-bye message and hadn’t indicated that she was even sad at that moment. But she was. Command had changed and she wasn’t really fond of change. But she should have at least done one of those waves that indicated she knew he was leaving. She finally admitted to herself that she would miss him. Too late now. Toz pushed the regrets out of her mind. 

Regrets are to be shelved. Besides, if you think you’re going to regret not doing something, do it. Toz sighed. Klingon wisdom from her father. 

The new orders would be coming down from the bridge soon and Toz needed to get ready for whatever was to come. She picked up another padd, the revised scheduled Nurse Miash had put together. It seemed they were a bit short on nurses. Well, Miash would handle that. 

Lt.(jg) Doctor Toz

Acting Chief Medical Officer 

USS Octavia E Butler

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