FTEC, Sunday (9/30)
Another weekend of visitors had passed without any of them arriving for Stark. He was used to it by now. And he was fairly certain if he really wished it he could find his way to Moya and his shipmates for a visit. Or to stay, if it came to that. They wouldn't turn him away. They never had before. He supposed he could ask some of them to come, the next time. But he wasn't sure how that would go.
For now he would content himself with his usual clinic shift and miniature cupcakes this week for the nurses and any visitors they might have.
The alien was in, feeling a little lonely, and ready to assist should you need it.
[open, ocd-free, etc]
For now he would content himself with his usual clinic shift and miniature cupcakes this week for the nurses and any visitors they might have.
The alien was in, feeling a little lonely, and ready to assist should you need it.
[open, ocd-free, etc]