There's never enough time anymore. When I'm on days, I have to be in the infirmary at 0600 hours. I've been assigned a special project collecting data on blood types from charts dating back ten years. I've thought about it until my brain hurts, and I can't come up with any logical reason why the top brass would need something like that. In my ( Read more... )

Ft. Wilkins is a total disaster area. We've been averaging three deaths a week here for the past month. The bodies are brought to the infirmary until the ambulance arrives to take them away; I've been able to unzip the body bags and briefly examine a few of them. Without exception, they have all been exsanguinated. There's a task force at work ( Read more... )

I'm going to have to talk to Paige. She's just not bouncing back after the whole Travelli incident. I understand it was very traumatic, but it's been a couple of weeks and she's still on autopilot. I don't have any complaints about her job performance; I'm more concerned about her from a personal standpoint ( Read more... )

At least now I know I'm not crazy. It was never a ghost; it was Travelli all along. I didn't realize a vamp could be that cunning. I thought they were all about the kill.

The only reason I was following Paige last night was because I'd been really suspicious of her behavior lately. Some days she showed up to work so spaced out that I was ( Read more... )

I'm so relieved that I have weekend leave; Thursday night I was almost to the point of asking Finn if he'd camp out in the infirmary with me for my night shift. I just wish I could be sure the things I'm seeing and hearing are only my imagination ( Read more... )

It's been strange here at the base this weekend. Quiet. Paige had leave this weekend, and she's been gone since Friday night. Wonder if she's with whoever sent her the enormous vase of flowers? Not that I care about her social life whatsoever, or about who she's dating. As long as it isn't Finn.There's been a substitute SPC watching the ( Read more... )

Paige keeps getting higher and higher up on my shit list. Yesterday she came in to work two hours late looking like a total space case. Is she trying to piss me off? Because she couldn't be doing a better job of it ( Read more... )

This afternoon, coming off day shift, I left the infirmary and started walking down the corridor. Way ahead of me, I saw a guy who looked familiar. He was dressed in fatigues, with a hat pulled down almost over his eyes. I got closer to him, and he seemed to walk faster. He stopped at the file room and punched in a code, then opened the door ( Read more... )

Well, as expected, my assistant denied any knowledge of the broken window lock in the infirmary. She was also very noncommittal about the dread plague she must've had to call in sick and make me work three shifts in a row. I'm not feeling especially happy with her right now. I'm also a little jumpy; I keep hearing noises in here, but when I go ( Read more... )

It's like living in an armed camp. Me avoiding Paige, Paige avoiding me, me avoiding Riley... Where does it end? I think I need to just lay it all out on the table.

When I came on shift yesterday, I noticed that the lock on one of the windows is broken to bits. From the inside. I was going to ask Paige about it when she came on for night ( Read more... )