ON
After T'Shana had departed sick bay, Noah felt the pangs of hunger come
on. He debated going to the mess hall, but decided to simply eat
breakfast in his office. Now that they were in contact with Starfleet,
they did not have to worry about replicator use. Noah ordered up a
quick eggs, hash browns, and sausage along with coffee and sat down at
his desk.
As he ate, he looked over the data which had been entered for T'Shana.
IT was definitely fortunate she had the genetic makeup, she did.
Otherwise, she would not have survived. He couldn't help but wonder
what she had been put through back at the colony. Her wishes not to
return were definitely no act. Though she had shown no physical signs
of abuse, the mental signs were there. Noah made a few notes on her
file, and then sent a reference connunique' for Counselor Damaris to
pay T'Shana a visit. He also could not help but wonder about T'Shana's
last comment to him before she left.
OFF
Dr. Noah Fyrstk
Chief Medical Officer
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