Medical-Day 46 (morning) OPEN

[green_psyd]

((Probably a bit after this))

David snorted awake. He didn't know where he was at first. The room seemed foreign. Then his mind began to clear out some of the cobwebs. The last visages of a dream that had him riding a wave on a California ocean with a banana instead of a surfboard disconnected from his memory like cotton candy being doused with

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[sweetinaskirt]

Daniela entered the med bay, clipboard in hand. She was on the search for either the Head Nurse or CMO to sign some paperwork for her, but the place was rather quiet. Telling herself that a quiet med bay was a good thing, she headed off towards Dr. McCoy's office.

But first she ran across Dr. Tinny, who looked a little worse for wear.

"Uh, good morning, Doctor."

[green_psyd]

The young woman startled him as he was looking the other way, searching the nooks and crannies for anyone in blue. His eyebrows went up when he turned around and there was someone in red. And, really, there was too much red worn on this ship. Not that he didn't love the color, but that how many jobs really needed the red uniform, huh?

It took him a moment to figure out which red she was. The clipboard helped.

"Good morning, yeoman," David's voice rattled out hoarsely as he gave a soft smile. He had no idea who she was from any other yeoman. He cleared his throat in contest with the hoarseness. He supposed he was pretty identifiable as the green psychologist with a penchant for formal wear.

"You can call me David, by the way," he said, his abused throat still giving a low, graveled response. He held out his hand to shake.

[sweetinaskirt]

She quietly observed him as he spoke. The obvious thing to say in regards to his voice and appearance would be, "Rough night, huh?" but Dani wasn't the type to point that sort of thing out.

She gently took his hand and gave a shake, though she didn't confirm or deny that she'd call him by his first name. She was on duty, after all, and while on duty, she was professional.

"Are you looking for Dr. McCoy?" He had to be looking for some sort of medical attention, appearing as he did.

[green_psyd]

David scrubbed a hand over his face as he looked at her. He felt sticky and, well, just woken up. He swallowed purposefully and winced at the feeling of his throat contracting.

"Um, not specifically. Anyone in blue wielding a hypo would be more than welcome, actually," he said with a chuckle. "Um, I look that bad, hm? Um. I'm sorry," he pointed to her, "I know you're a yeoman but I don't think we've met formally. I mean, obviously you know me. Tall, bald, green, counselor." He laughed good-naturedly.