[sickbay - routine paperwork: open]

[rn_chapel]

It felt like days since she'd been to work, but Tina knew that couldn't be right. She'd never had more than a full day off at a time aside from during shore leave. Her level of expertise came with a lot of responsibility

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[original_fine]

[[OOC - I have no idea when this is taking place. So I'm going to assume it's possible for o-fine to be here.]]

Jim sauntered in, a rather unconvincing frown of "pain" on his face.

He'd heard the young Chapel--Tina--was bored. As he was frequently at loose ends himself, and thought she worked too hard, he thought he'd check up on her.

"Ow," he said.

[rn_chapel]

Tina attempted to put on a professional face, biting back a grin.

"Are you injured, Jim? Let me take a look."

[original_fine]

Jim didn't like going to sickbay. It usually meant he'd been hurt, which was not much fun (he didn't mind the getting hurt, just the being hurt), or that Bones thought he was hurt, which was less so because it gave him liberty to poke and prod at him at will.

Jim suspected Bones secretly enjoyed that.

"Uh, yes," he said. Damn. He'd forgotten what he'd decided was injured.

[rn_chapel]

Tina gave up the fight against smiling.

"Do you have a headache, maybe...?"