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...just one damn thing after the other. [Oct. 22nd, 2009|09:32 pm]


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::jingles data chips in pocket, pausing beyond sensors and giving sickbay doors a long, hard look::

::with a grimace, rolls head, hoping to somehow shake the headed-for-the-scaffold heaviness in chest too::

::reminds self to chew hologram out for taking his own sweet time and letting nerves fester, squaring shoulders and stepping on in::

Doc? You called?

::circles tray left in middle of dimly lit main bay, cutting path to one source of light...the office::

::lifts head, blinking in surprise at sight of two green-crested, arm-crossed figures::

Ah...didn't your shift end several hours ago, sweetheart?


[User Picture]From: ltcmdrtomparis
2009-10-30 02:26 am (UTC)
::nearly groans...it never ends well::

We'll find something for you to do, Doc, it wouldn't be complete without you.

::with effort, forces mind back to present and less happy tidings::

Speaking of which, I'd better not miss dinner.

...keep an eye on Linnis, will you?
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From: emh_marki
2009-10-30 03:14 am (UTC)
Of course, of course.

::doesn't hide annoyance at his apparent need for assurance::

::waits for main sickbay doors to shut before shaking head at inherited holophoto on desk, one of the late Mrs. Paris::

At times I wonder about those two...

::moves gaze off discomfiting reminder, staring around lonely, darkened medical bay::

::perhaps it's time to indulge in own version of a sleep subroutine::
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