головная боль
Chekov did not relish attending sickbay twice in one day. Was it twice? He couldn't remember the time of his first visit.
Didn't matter.
He had dropped the uniforms at laundry and owed two low ranking slugs a bottle of something alcoholic and un-poisoned. He could manage it, though they'd get no generosity out of him. His jaw set as he crossed the threshold into sickbay. His head was throbbing hard against the back of his neck, pushing his brain up against his eyes.
It was just as likely from lack of sleep, he reasoned. Why else would he be so tired? Those fucking drugs must not have helped.
The nurse who'd seen him was not on duty. Hm. He would have enjoyed shouting at her, pity.
He wanted out of here, as soon as possible. Captain had ordered him to her quarters and he would not keep her waiting.
Didn't matter.
He had dropped the uniforms at laundry and owed two low ranking slugs a bottle of something alcoholic and un-poisoned. He could manage it, though they'd get no generosity out of him. His jaw set as he crossed the threshold into sickbay. His head was throbbing hard against the back of his neck, pushing his brain up against his eyes.
It was just as likely from lack of sleep, he reasoned. Why else would he be so tired? Those fucking drugs must not have helped.
The nurse who'd seen him was not on duty. Hm. He would have enjoyed shouting at her, pity.
He wanted out of here, as soon as possible. Captain had ordered him to her quarters and he would not keep her waiting.