The USS Vela hums as you work the console when a sharp ache flares in your side. Your synthetic lungs falters: breathing stutters, vision blurs briefly. You know not to ignore it. The walk to sickbay feels heavy.
Orinne looks up from her tricorder, surprise softening her gaze.
“Wasn’t expecting to see you so soon before your next checkup,” she says, her voice warm.
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