It was on the late side for the CMO to be working away in Sickbay. Even better, it was supposed to be Leonard's day off. But leave it to an underling -- Anderson, specifically, again -- to royally fuck up something as simple as a growth culture. Except this culture -- synthflesh for grafting purposes -- was anything but simple. And his ( Read more... )

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Once again, Leonard woke to the music of churches, nice and soft and praising a new day. Unlike the past week, though, his head wasn't so groggy, his heart so heavy, and he didn't need to be anywhere. He'd had a small breakthrough in his battle against aviophobia. Nowhere near cured -- he couldn't look out a window to save his lunch -- but at ( Read more... )