At least the coffee is good

[Eva Jaz 0]

Back on the ship from the station, Eva entered her quarters. "Lights" she said out loud, while sitting on one of the bed corners. A second later the computer monitored environmental controls turned on the light in her quarters.

 

For a second Eva was almost overwhelmed by an urge to simply lie down, fully dressed and sleep until the next millennia or so. The trill doctor patted the bed with her left hand, trying to remember when Starfleet issued mattresses became this comfortable.She grinned to herself; days of 20 minutes nap on a hard cot in sickbay's lounge would make even a slab of Andorian granite appear inviting .

 

The doctor untied her hair, shaking loose her dark curls before massaging lightly her skull. She hoped to magically ease off the headache she felt creeping in. The last thing she wanted to do was get back in sickbay for a dose of analgesic.

 

Eva could feel the effect of her latest dose of caffeine wearing down. She felt tired. Medical officer aboard the 'Core was not for the weak. Little sleep, loads of work, grouchy Romulan coworkers, strange diseases, heck, even a zombie but it could be worse...at least the coffee was good.