Sickbay - Day 27 - Open
So far, the day hadn't gone to well. It had began like the previous few days: with Shane attempting to fix things without flipping out and injuring herself. Infact, avoiding sickbay was pretty much Shane's only short-term goal.
Suffice to say, it was a goal that would remain unfufilled.
It had started when the panel she'd been attempting to fix exploded. Well, not exactly exploded, but it threw up an impressive amount of sparks. All of these sparks the proceeded to land on Shane. It's like they knew, the evil little fireballs. Shane's uniform how sported a few tiny holds, and here hands smarted like nobody's business. The smell of burnt hair wasn't promising either.
So here she was, walking into sickbay for the first time to get treatment for her various first-degree burns. And, if there was a hypospray for it, her bruised ego.
Suffice to say, it was a goal that would remain unfufilled.
It had started when the panel she'd been attempting to fix exploded. Well, not exactly exploded, but it threw up an impressive amount of sparks. All of these sparks the proceeded to land on Shane. It's like they knew, the evil little fireballs. Shane's uniform how sported a few tiny holds, and here hands smarted like nobody's business. The smell of burnt hair wasn't promising either.
So here she was, walking into sickbay for the first time to get treatment for her various first-degree burns. And, if there was a hypospray for it, her bruised ego.