Minor Injuries

[ElaineDelgado 0]

I walked into Sick Bay, still wondering why we were at red alert, still wondering why the Lieutenant had been so insistent that I not be so quiet, still wondering why the Ensign was still staring at my ears…

 

“Hello?” I called out. No reply.

 

Then the ship rocked, and I fell to one side, running into a tray on wheels, which didn’t help me much. I smacked my hip hard against it, rolled for a few seconds, and then fell to the ground, which caused me to wince. For a moment I just lay there.

 

Then I stood up, and scowled at myself. Not only had I made a bit of a mess, I still did not know what was going on. I wondered if we were under attack again. That made me feel sick; I wasn’t looking forward to dealing with wounded on my own. In addition, my hip was throbbing in pain.

 

I grabbed a tricorder and a dermal regenerator, hoping we would not be hit again… that would mean a higher chance of wounded. Dr. Zion was no where to be seen. No prospective patients had come in yet, though I hoped no one would, so I began scanning myself.

 

“Minor injuries… that’s all it is.”