Various - Day 16 - Afternoon - private/unfinished
Walking along the hallway to her quarters, Christine rubbed one hand across the back of her neck. She was achy and tense and exhausted. The aftermath of the Enterprise's first mission had consumed her every waking minute, it seemed, in addition to turning minutes that were supposed to be sleeping minutes into waking ones. For two nights in a row now, she'd caught on to the futility of trying to fall and stay asleep too late. It'd had just been easier to stimulate than sedate. And then some moron whose name she didn't care to mention had had the nerve to call her into to cover her off-shift, so that her sleeping was even more screwed up. Between all that and the backup medical team Admiral Pike had brought along to "help", she was going to burn out if she had to keep this up for much longer.
For now, though, she had an off-the-record patient to check up on. Christine rolled her shoulders, then switched the weight of the osteogenic stimulator from one hip to the other. She'd casually taken it with her at the end of her shift. As long as the CMO and that one particularly straight-laced visiting doctor were having a stare-down, a little blonde nurse bustling around, doing her job, was going to go unnoticed.
Christine counted down three doors on the left and then hit the appropriate chime to alert of her presence at Cassie MacArthur's door.
For now, though, she had an off-the-record patient to check up on. Christine rolled her shoulders, then switched the weight of the osteogenic stimulator from one hip to the other. She'd casually taken it with her at the end of her shift. As long as the CMO and that one particularly straight-laced visiting doctor were having a stare-down, a little blonde nurse bustling around, doing her job, was going to go unnoticed.
Christine counted down three doors on the left and then hit the appropriate chime to alert of her presence at Cassie MacArthur's door.