[Sickbay] [Closed--Sorry!]

[dreadpiratekirk]

Sam closed out of the last of the files and slumped back in the remarkably uncomfortable chair. His whole body was stiff from so much time seated at the terminal just entering data and checking over records. What Doctor McCoy had left him with was a backlog of several months of medical files. It surprised him that no bureaucrat from Starfleet

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[dctr_mccoy]

Bones was sitting in his office, finishing up his latest message to Starfleet when the door slid open and Sam Kirk barged in.

"Yes?"

[dreadpiratekirk]

"I'm done," Sam announced and dropped the padds on McCoy's desk. It might have come out a little too proud, but Sam could not contain his happiness at his freedom.

[dctr_mccoy]

"Fantastic," Bones told him, setting them on the side of his desk.

Turning back to his computer screen he added, "When you come in tomorrow I'd like you to start on inventory of the supply closet."

[dreadpiratekirk]

The wave of euphoria Sam had been riding unexpectedly crashed. Sure, this was his job, but he had hoped that it would require more intellectual stimulation than that.

"Really? Are you people allergic to record keeping?"