Well, Sickbay was sure getting to be a weird place lately. Between the interesting phy-- No, that sounded bad. Between the.... eventful,
physical he performe.... executed for Spock couple of days ago, then that crazy case of
mistaken identity with Christine and Donnie the next. And now trying to tie up loose ends for
his date tonight with the other "Chris", while having to deal with Anderson and his shockingly proficient ineptitude.... Well, the 'Bay had him busier than a one-legged man in a butt-kicking contest.
Thankfully, he'd sent Anderson over to Xeno to mop up his latest mess -- the man couldn't even get a damn comparative report correct, what the hell was he doing on the Fleet's flagship? -- giving Leonard at least 20-30 minute's peace to finalize the last of his date plans. He wasn't even supposed to be on duty today. But Time, and Medical Drama, waited for no one. Especially for a lowly CMO.
He was just on his way back into his office to see about his suit, when the main doors to Sickbay opened. This in itself was no big deal. Until he noticed the ruckus. For the love of.... Well, shit. There went the other butt-kicking leg.