Instincts - [Sickbay]
Aug. 3rd, 2009 09:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
allmhadadhEnsign Jessep was not exactly in love with his assignment. He didn't mind being a security officer, even knowing the dangers of the profession -- it meant that he got to play with really cool guns, for one, stuff the regular personnel didn't get to play with. He also got to see the most off-ship time. And, on top of those things, he got hazard duty pay.
None of that made this particular assignment enjoyable.
He'd been trading off watching over some comatose kid in sickbay with two other guards, and there were very few things more boring. First, because the kid hadn't moved. Second, because if he did move, Jessep was pretty sure that he wouldn't stand much of a chance of putting up a fight anyway. He wasn't a very big kid, and he sure wasn't very old.
So, basically, Jessep was bored. Not to say sickbay was boring; the past couple of days had been downright exciting. He just didn't get to participate.
Things were getting hectic again, and the security officer watched in fascination, glad for a something more interesting to occupy his attention. He probably should have noted the time, but he didn't. Regardless, when he turned back...
Both the kid and a medical tricorder that was nearby were gone. Vanished. The only evidence of his existence a bright red shirt left laying on the bed.
Jessep swallowed hard and went and looked under the bed. He looked around the room. He tried to imagine how he'd explain to his superior officers that he lost the guy he was supposed to be guarding. He wondered if he was going to be assigned to one of the bad landing parties. He winced. A lot.
After about fifty thousand different horrible scenarios as to his eventual fate ran through his head, he finally swallowed and went to call Mister Scott, who had ordered the guard. He wasn't looking forward to what was going to happen to him.
None of that made this particular assignment enjoyable.
He'd been trading off watching over some comatose kid in sickbay with two other guards, and there were very few things more boring. First, because the kid hadn't moved. Second, because if he did move, Jessep was pretty sure that he wouldn't stand much of a chance of putting up a fight anyway. He wasn't a very big kid, and he sure wasn't very old.
So, basically, Jessep was bored. Not to say sickbay was boring; the past couple of days had been downright exciting. He just didn't get to participate.
Things were getting hectic again, and the security officer watched in fascination, glad for a something more interesting to occupy his attention. He probably should have noted the time, but he didn't. Regardless, when he turned back...
Both the kid and a medical tricorder that was nearby were gone. Vanished. The only evidence of his existence a bright red shirt left laying on the bed.
Jessep swallowed hard and went and looked under the bed. He looked around the room. He tried to imagine how he'd explain to his superior officers that he lost the guy he was supposed to be guarding. He wondered if he was going to be assigned to one of the bad landing parties. He winced. A lot.
After about fifty thousand different horrible scenarios as to his eventual fate ran through his head, he finally swallowed and went to call Mister Scott, who had ordered the guard. He wasn't looking forward to what was going to happen to him.
